บททั้งหมดของ His Mafia Princess : บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

Being a savant tortured me in therapy. The memories were so vivid, it was like it happened yesterday when I recanted it. Only it was worse for me than ordinary people. Most people's brains blocked traumatic shit out the moment it happened. Not mine though. I remembered fucking everything. The smell of gun powder and blood in the air. The sight of grown men drowning before my eyes. The unmistakable sound of death when a bullet left the chamber. The bloodlust I developed as a child despite my resistance. I didn't want to go around killing people, but I wouldn't hesitate if I needed to. Another constant reminder of Don Angelo. Then there was the power I felt as Don Angelo's daughter and heir. After therapy came the sickening feeling that that was ever me. The remorse and guilt. The shame, the anger at being forced and manipulated into that life. It was a small mercy that I didn't have to dance around anything, as the therapist was recommended by Luca. Who knew he wa

Good whore," he murmured, laboured breaths coming out of him, sounding way too satisfied for my liking. "Don't you dare come," I said, yanking his hand off his dick and snapping one of the cuffs around his wrist before slapping the other around the bedpost. "Not until we've had a little chat. Once was bad enough," I growled at my defenseless, sleeping boyfriend. By the time I had the second pair around his other wrist, he was stirring. Groggy, half open eyes stared at me as I slapped the last cuff on the second bedpost. "Stace? What's happening?" his husky voice asked. "You tell me Scottie. This is getting ready for the exhibition?" I asked, a little high on power already as I threw the envelope containing the nudes at him. Realization came over him and he was alert within seconds, trying to sit up. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I trailed my finger up his hard dick. "I was getting ready for the exhibit

With an easy smile, I lowered my pussy onto his dick. His eyes were glued to my pussy sinking down on his dick as I planted my feet firmly on the bed, squatting on his dick. "Fuck yes," I sighed, content at having him inside me. "My pussy missed your dick so much."Last night was amazing as always, but I needed more. Playing by my rules instead of his for a change felt liberating."So much better," he sighed. "Stop fucking around and fuck me," he ordered, despite being in no position to give orders. You know I'll give you anything you want even now, don't you baby? As I started moving up and down his dick, his eyes remained glued to watching my pussy move on his dick. "You're drooling baby," I teased him with a smug smile. "The real thing is just so much better than a photo," he said with a groan. "Let me see you rub your pretty pussy for me, baby." One of my hands landed on his thigh as I leaned back, sli

Just like that, we were back to his rules, his way. From what I saw earlier though, I didn't think he minded either way so long as he got pussy. "I want, fuck. You know what I want," I said, forcing my pussy back on his dick. "So greedy. Ask nicely first. Do it quickly or you're taking it up the ass right here, right now," he said, but a few inches of his dick remained lodged in my pussy. "You're an asshole, but you're my asshole," I said, daring to defy him, forcing my pussy down more of his dick. He drove the rest of his dick into me himself, rubbing my clit while he watched my face as I took his dick into my pussy. "Don't you forget it. I'd do anything for you," he said, before he pulled back and fucked into me again. As promised, he promptly fucked me, rough and fast, filling my pussy up with come within minutes before he said, "Now get the fuck out." "I could stay. Actually help this time. I could go to the gallery with you to—" I argued, having taken the day

Was Scott Brady putting the moves on me? How did that matter? What he wanted, I would always give him either way. "You. I love you," I said, breathless from the words and his eyes on me alone. "See the way her eyes burn when she says that to me? She looks like this every time. Like she's just been thoroughly fucked and she could get off on the words alone," he said, flashing his dimples at me. "I'm the only one she trusts with everything. Her body, her mind, her safety, her secrets. Even her heart. Everything she is fucking mine to protect just like I'm hers. That's why I'm not just special, Tony. I'm fucking irreplaceable. Not because I'm the only man to ever fuck her right. I am, but that's neither here nor there." "It bothers me so much how turned on I am right now," said Tony, fanning her face while Marlene looked away uncomfortably. "You just had to go and be an asshole there at the end, didn't you?" I said, giggling like they weren't even there and it was just me and h