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Scott - We're in Rome pt 2
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His Mafia Princess Scott — We're in Rome pt 1
It had been two months of us being in Europe. We were in France for about six weeks before the fixer moved us to Rome. I was bummed about giving up my job at the art gallery. It kept me sane that first month, but I didn't need it nearly as much anymore. I was so caught up in being between my girlfriend's legs that letting it go didn't matter the way it would have in the beginning. When the fixer offered us replacement jobs Stacy declined, saying she wanted some time together, just the two of us, to explore Rome. Being the pussy whipped idiot that I was, I just went with it, because that's what I did these days. Think with my dick. What she really meant was she wanted time to fuck. Since the exhibition, we went at it constantly. I knew it for the red flag that it was, but it had been weeks of not touching her and I was only a man. One desperately in love with her at that. When she walked into the room in next to nothing or one of my shirts or my personal favorite, nothing at all, m
Last Updated : 2025-03-02His Mafia Princess Stacy— We Went Live
There's this joke that goes, "I asked God for a bike, but I know God doesn’t work that way. So I stole a bike and asked for forgiveness."If daddy was God, then Scott was my bike. And every single time I went back home was me asking for forgiveness for knowing him. Waking up in Scott's arms was bad for my resolve. I tried so hard to tell him last night that I was leaving, this time for good. But when I looked into his warm brown eyes and his goofy smile revealed his dimples, I lost my nerve. Now here I was, lying in his bed next to him, gently brushing his dark curls with my fingers, thinking about how much time we had left before my flight tonight. "You've accomplished absolutely nothing in the last seven years. It's time to come home," daddy had decreed. I couldn't exactly say he was wrong. With my father uprooting me every couple of months to come home and "Take care of business", I still hadn't declared a major. If I had, NYU likely would have academically excluded me by now. My
Last Updated : 2024-11-21His Mafia Princess Stacy— I declared a major
Kenny always says that I'm girlfriend goals for Scott, because we never argue. Well we were about to debunk that myth on the side walk of a busy New York road. "I have to go," I said, making my way to the door of the bakery. Conflicting thoughts went through my head. I knew, with absolute certainty, that the door to me coming back to New York or having any sort of life outside of being Luca's wife would close when I got on that plane. But what choice did I have now that I'd exposed Scott's existence to the entire mafia?"Stacy, wait," I heard Scott call out to me. I couldn't see his face, but I was so caught up in my own feelings that it wouldn't have mattered what he looked like anyway. Behind the fear and the paranoia, I was just exhausted. Trying to run from being Don Angelo's daughter had drained me. Something in me snapped and I exclaimed, "You're not going to change my mind. This wedding is happening." Even as I said the words, briskly walking to keep Scott from catching up
Last Updated : 2024-11-21His Mafia Princess Scott— I had a sex dream
Earlier that day… "I think you're being a little bitch," said Willow, sipping on her smoothie. "You've said that already. Thanks for siding with your brother by the way," I said, nudging her gently. Not two hours after walking away from Stacy, I picked Willow up at the airport. She was here for the weekend, checking out NYU to see if she might want to go here next year and I was showing her around. Seeing Stacy upset had caused me physical pain, a tightening in my chest, but I needed to get away from her. It felt like there was nothing else to say. She was going to do what she was going to do. That was probably the anger talking, but I didn't want to hurt her by saying something I couldn’t take back. So I left. Now the whole thing was haunting me. "You didn't let me finish. You're being a little bitch and I think it's great. Fantastic in fact," Willow continued, as we walked the same paths I used to walk with Stacy. "I went on live television and declared how well I know her. Wel
Last Updated : 2024-11-21His Mafia Princess Stacy— He was my best friend
"I'm home. Where's the new girl?" Kenny called out, the distinct rattle of his keys being set down on the counter reaching me in the living room. He walked into the room at the same time as Scott and the brunette. My insides turned and twisted in on itself when I saw Scott. We awkwardly looked away at the same time. "Stace? But you're supposed to be—" Kenny cocked his head to the side in confusion. "Nevermind her, we're going anywhere that's not here," said the brunette, grabbing her coat off the couch and forcing Kenny to backtrack. "We'll pick the one when I get back?" she said, looking back at me with a smile, sounding excited.It had taken me all this time to place her voice, having only ever heard it over Zoom calls. I took a step forward and looked her in the eye for the first time since getting here. "Willow Brady?" I exclaimed, covering up my surprise with a quick smile. "Yes, of course. I may have found you something even better than what we talked about."So this was the
Last Updated : 2024-12-28His Mafia Princess Scott— She was a mobster
"So what exactly do you do for the mafia that has your dad calling you back every couple of months?" Stacy scrunched up her face, hesitating. By now she had detailed her father's entire operation. What was one more thing? I knew more details than I was comfortable with knowing. Was knowing this shit safe? Sleep would not come easily tonight. This was the last question I got to ask Stacy before Kenny and Willow walked through the door at one in the morning. "Parrrr-ttttyyy," they howled together, stumbling through the door. "Willow Eleanor Brady, are you drunk?" I asked, getting up from my seat at the island to follow her into the living room. "I guess that's my cue to leave," Stacy mumbled behind me, taking the opportunity to get up too and duck her head. "Full naming me, I see cool bro mode is not active," said Willow, dragging Kenny's inebriated body to the couch and dumping him onto it."I'll see you both tomorrow," said Stacy, her eyes pleading for me not to ask my question a
Last Updated : 2024-12-28His Mafia Princess Stacy— I had a visitor
"Boys are stupid," I said to no one in particular, as I entered my apartment. I couldn't really blame Scott for freaking out after everything I laid at his feet last night. Still, it would have been nice if Willow didn't find out like that. My past brought me no joy. In fact, I was ashamed of it. Now that it was all out there, I felt like Scott was judging me. How did he expect me to tell him my most personal shame? Aren't we all entitled to some secrets? As I went from the kitchen to the living room turning on the lights in the apartment, something immediately struck me. My study's door was open. I know I closed it before I went shopping with Willow this morning. The cushions on my couch were all at different angles. Passing the coffee table with quiet careful steps, I made my way over to the corner of the room where my bookshelf was located. I slid my fingers along the books until I found the one I wanted, pulled it out, opened it up and took my gun out of the hollowed out Physics
Last Updated : 2024-12-29His Mafia Princess Scott— Scott says
I watched her frame rise as she took a deep breath. I had turned the flash of my camera off after some nasty looks over her shoulder, but she was still painfully aware of me. How could she not be? It was a Sunday and this was a library. The place was a ghost town.Of course, I knew she would break any minute now, even if I was sitting a few chairs away from her. In the meantime, I wasn't complaining. It had been some time since I had last gotten a picture of her.She was sitting at a desk filled with textbooks, pulling her hair into a bun and piercing it with a pencil, before opening the book in front of her. It was her little ritual before she started studying. "Three, two, one," I counted her down. No sooner had I finished when she turned to me, her cheeks tinted a light pink, and whisper yelled, "Stop that. You're annoying me.""Permission to approach?" I asked.Not waiting for an answer, I jumped up and went to her. To piss her off just a little more, I took another snap, this ti
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His Mafia Princess Scott — We're in Rome pt 1
It had been two months of us being in Europe. We were in France for about six weeks before the fixer moved us to Rome. I was bummed about giving up my job at the art gallery. It kept me sane that first month, but I didn't need it nearly as much anymore. I was so caught up in being between my girlfriend's legs that letting it go didn't matter the way it would have in the beginning. When the fixer offered us replacement jobs Stacy declined, saying she wanted some time together, just the two of us, to explore Rome. Being the pussy whipped idiot that I was, I just went with it, because that's what I did these days. Think with my dick. What she really meant was she wanted time to fuck. Since the exhibition, we went at it constantly. I knew it for the red flag that it was, but it had been weeks of not touching her and I was only a man. One desperately in love with her at that. When she walked into the room in next to nothing or one of my shirts or my personal favorite, nothing at all, m
His Mafia Princess Scott - We're in Rome pt 2
And that's how we ended up here, with my dick up her ass. I spent weeks preparing her for this night, finger fucking her ass, starting her off with just my pinky. My little whore wasn't satisfied with this of course, so we had to get creative and explore positions that would let me fuck her pussy while I fingered her ass. I tried to do everything right to make this special for her. I took her to dinner and made sure she stuck to just one glass of wine so she could relax, but not be too wasted to follow through. I got her her favorite flowers. Booked a hotel suite fitted with wall to wall mirrors so I could watch her the whole time to make sure I wasn't hurting her. I made sure plenty of lube was involved and spoke to her constantly as I fed her ass my dick. Not even the excitement of finally being all the way inside her tight ass incident free was enough to make me less nervous. Not her though. She was all bubbly and excited, completely at ease on all fours before me. "How are you d
His Mafia Princess Stacy—I have a theory pt 5
With a loving kiss and a doting smile, he pulled away. To test my theory, I picked up my phone, opened my notes app and started typing. The information flowed out of me freely, my mind still lingering on that last kiss. That final thrust. That first touch. In the two minutes that he was gone, I had recreated the very first entry I ever made into a Luciano ledger.When he got back to me, now fully dressed, he said, "Hurry up and spread them, just like you did forty-ish minutes ago.""So it's forty minutes now?" I said with a laugh, setting the phone down and spreading my legs to let him do his thing with the wash cloth."Hey, I checked my watch. The numbers don't lie, Stace," he said, gently going to work.As I watched him, I considered what I was about to do to him. To us. Then I thought about his complicated history with sex. At first, I thought he was full of shit about not enjoyi
His Mafia Princess Stacy—I have a theory pt 4
"Say my name again and I'm going to fuck you senseless. Is that what you want, baby?" he whispered to me, his whole body pressed up against mine as he fucked me."Scott," I muttered seconds later, unable to help it despite pleasure shooting through my every nerve.True to his word, he sped up, grunting madly as he pounded my pussy. I didn't last much longer before I was coming for him, screaming his name into the night."I love you," he said, more to himself than me, a reminder that he cared about me and my pleasure."You're just a big softie in the end, aren't you, Scott Brady?" I said, unable to help myself as he stilled completely inside me, laying gentle kisses on my lips."Don't fuck with my head, Kendrick. You're so fucking tight tonight baby," he said, swallowing as he took deep breaths, hesitance and passion mixing in his eyes.&
His Mafia Princess Stacy—I have a theory pt 3
My eyes fell shut as I purred, "No, I got all dolled up so you'd take me out" but when he reached for my panties I offered zero resistance and let him take them off. "I studied and everything," I complained.He chuckled and said, "Did you now? That would all be super sweet if you didn't put your pretty little self in my bed, lying in wait to get fucked like a whore, Kendrick."When he laid his mouth on my pussy, I was done protesting. A sigh of relief left my body as I fisted the sheets and he slipped a finger into me."We're going to be late," I told him, not resisting, but stating a fact."Then we'll be late. Shit you're tight," he said with a satisfactory groan as he pumped his finger in and out of me, licking and sucking on my folds and clit. "You're such a good little whore, keeping your fingers out of my pussy.""I was waiting for you to go there," I
His Mafia Princess Stacy— I have a theory pt 2
… you fail, you'll still be my heir, but I will make you kill Scott.… you fail, you'll still be my heir, but I will make you kill Scott.My whole world became those words. Round and round they went in my head on a loop. I tried twisting the stupid anxiety ring, but I couldn't unsee Scott's blood on my hands.*Come on Stacy, calm the fuck down," I yelled, slapping myself in the face.I looked around to find something to distract myself. Nothing caught my eye.… you'll still be my heir…Stumbling my way out of my study, I made it into the bedroom. There were no photos of us in our new home. We had left them all behind in New York and Scott didn't take new ones anymore. Just in case it somehow tied back to our past, he said. Another thing I took from him.… make you kill Scott
His Mafia Princess Stacy — I have a theory pt 1
The moment he left the coffee shop, I made arrangements to have the rest of my shift covered and went shopping for a new dress. Then I got my hair, nails and make up done. My excitement was palpable. I was on cloud nine, having finally gotten over the whole cappuccino mess.Being me, I even did some research ahead of time into the exhibition and the artist, so I would have some things to say to him. I wanted to be animated and conversational when he presented me with what he'd been surrounding himself with for the last few weeks. He deserved a lively back and forth instead of carrying the conversation like he had been for weeks now.Had I been leaning too hard on him? We were supposed to be in this together and I just sort of checked out. Well tonight would be different.Scott: Headed home now. See you soon?Stacy: Can't wait.Scott: Calm down, baby. Keep your legs together unt
His Mafia Princess Stacy— We're in France pt 4
He didn't leave the coffee shop that day. Not when I successfully completed ten orders in a row and threw myself into his arms because I was so overjoyed. Not when his lunch hour was over. Not when I made it through the day without a single mistake. He just sat there and watched me, waiting to talk to me whenever I had the chance.When he showed up the next day, I no longer feigned irritation or anger. He only stayed for the lunch hour this time, but I smiled and batted my eyelashes like every other girl that he gave half a look to. When he smiled back, it gave me butterflies like in the beginning.The stupid ring got me through the orders just fine. I still didn't believe in the pseudoscience that was anxiety rings, but it was a reminder of him and his love. In the end, that was enough to have me smiling at work. Breathing through the trigger word that was Cappuccino.Just the same, as the days passed,
His Mafia Princess Stacy—We're in France pt 3
When I turned to go back to the counter, he wrapped his fingers around my wrist and pulled me back to him, surprising me with a second kiss. This time his tongue slipped into my mouth and he held the back of my head to make sure he could control the kiss. I was breathless all over again, but this time I didn't mind one bit.His eyes dropped to my wet lips as he pulled away, then he looked up at me and said, "It's fucking sexy when you make threats because you're jealous. As long as my magic still works on you, I couldn't care less. I love you, Stacy.""I love you too, you fucking asshole," I said, beaming at him despite my irritation, watching our palms glide across each other's until it was just the tips of our middle fingers touching. Until we had let go.When was the last time he kissed me like that? True to his word, Scott said I love you every day. Before he left for work and when he got home like clock
