Mafia Princess

by Bella J

  “Then what did he do?”

  Finally I gathered the courage to look up and glanced between Dante and Antonio. A tear slipped down my cheek, and I took a deep breath.

  “Enzio didn’t do anything to me that I didn’t want him to.”

  And then the dam broke. Tears stormed relentlessly down my face and my chest started to close in, growing tighter, making it almost impossible to breathe.

  I can’t do this. I can’t face this. Not now.

  I darted toward the car, and pushed Dante out of the way when he tried to reach for me. I was in the car and reversing out of the driveway so fast, neither Antonio nor Dante had any time to try and stop me.

  While I sped down the streets I wiped at my face as tears just kept on coming. I couldn’t remember the last time I cried this hard.

  Oh wait, yes, I can. New Year ’s Eve, four years ago, when I realized that I was exactly what Enzio called me—a little lamb. A little lamb that trusted everyone, who followed anyone who was willing to lead. A little lamb who didn’t know any better—naïve and weak. A little lamb who would follow the devil to the slaughterhouse because maybe, just maybe the world wasn’t so fucked up and there might be something good waiting behind the door you were about to walk through. And then once you walked through that door realizing that you’ve been tricked, you don’t fight for survival. You just lie down and stare at the knife that’s about to slice through your throat, and let your soul bleed out of you within a matter of seconds.

  That’s me, Karina Valenti…the little lamb.

  Chapter 11

  LORIK

  It’s been hours since I sent her my address.

  What the fuck was I thinking? Oh that’s right…I wasn’t. My raging hard-on had completely ruined my ability to think like a fucking adult. All I could think about was giving my cock what it wanted…her.

  She had read my message, her little face icon was there right next to my message. But she didn’t reply—which was probably for the best.

  ‘For whom?’ my dick would ask.

  For everyone, you fucking huge piece of flesh that has the tendency to make me act like a fucking caveman!

  Oh my God, I’m losing my mind.

  I gulped down my entire beer and slammed it on the counter, the frustration getting the better of me. Even though there were a hundred reasons for me to stay the hell away from her, and to forget her, I only had one reason not to…because I don’t want to. I didn’t want to stay away from her. I didn’t want to forget about her.

  And even after seeing the threat in Enzio’s face, I still didn’t give a fuck. Why did it feel like I would happily go through the devil if it meant I could have her? Now that thought alone was proof enough that I was insane.

  I glanced at my watch and saw that it was almost one a.m. I let out a breath, trying to push the images of her out of my head, then glance down the hall thinking that tonight might be a good night to try and sleep in my bed for a change.

  Just as I started toward the bedroom, there’s a faint knock on the door. My heart and my cock reacted simultaneously. My heart, because who the fuck would be knocking on my door at one in the morning? And my cock, because…that might be her.

  I walked slowly to the door, my instincts sending me into automatic stealth mode, thinking this might be the threat Enzio promised just by staring at me with his freaky fucking eyes. Now the best part? I didn’t even have my fucking gun. That son of a bitch Commander asshole took my gun and badge, and now all I had to defend myself with was my fast-flying fists, hard as fuck thighs, and my boyish good-looks. Super.

  I braced my hands on both sides of the door and leaned forward to look through the peephole, my heart jackhammering like crazy inside my chest.

  Motherfucker.

  I flicked the latch and unlocked the door, flinging it open. “Karina?”

  She glanced up, her clothes and hair dripping wet. It looked like she decided to take a hike in the goddamn rain. But by God, she never looked hotter.

  “Lorik.” With pleading eyes she stared at me, and the animal in me just reacted.

  I grabbed her arm pulling her inside before slamming the door shut and pinning her against it. Dark, deep set eyes stared up at me and I could see the hunger swirl around in those chocolate irises. They were the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen, and it made me want to lose all control.

  “What are you doing here?”

  “You invited me.”

  “You didn’t reply to my message. I didn’t think you’d come.” My gaze flitted from her eyes to her mouth and I tried so damn hard to suppress my need to taste her.

  “I wasn’t planning on coming.”

  “What changed your mind?”

  She lifted her chin, and our gazes locked on one another. “I decided I wanted to finish what we started.” And that was the moment I lost control, slamming my lips onto hers.

  The second our mouths collided, we both moaned in unison as electricity shot between us like lightning bolts of desire and passion. Her lips were cold, yet her mouth warm tasting like mint and tequila. I had no fucking idea what was happening, all I knew was that I didn’t want it to stop.

  It’s when she wrapped her arms around my neck, weaving her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer to deepen our kiss that I just fucking lost it. My hands started to go everywhere—her sides, her ass, her thighs—it was like I couldn’t touch all of her fast enough.

  I kissed down the side of her neck, loving the way she smelled. Her vanilla and honey scent was sweet, yet so damn tantalizing, and it was something I could totally get high on.

  “Lorik, this—”

  “Unless you’re about to tell me to rip your clothes off, I suggest you shut the hell up.”

  “I’m serious.”

  I ignored her by letting my lips travel down over her naked shoulder—thank fuck for strapless dresses.

  Every inch, every curve of this woman felt like it was carved out of perfection. If perfection could be bottled, I would shove her in a vial and keep her on my bedside table. God, I’m pathetic.

  “Lorik, listen to me. Only once, okay? This can only happen once.”

  I pause, my tongue plastered against her collarbone. I lifted my head and looked at her. “Only once?”

  “Yeah. You know as well as I do that this can’t even happen once, but…”

  “But you want me just as much as I want you.”

  Her eyes darkened and she whispered, “I want you more.”

  Jesus Christ.

  That tight little black dress she was wearing was no match for my lust-induced strength. With one hard tug I pulled it down, her full, supple breasts grabbing all my attention within a split second.

  “Fuck me.”

  “See something you like, Detective?” I could hear the damn smile on her face.

  I glanced up, then down at her breasts, her perky nipples teasing me, daring me to suck them until they’re swollen.

  “Like is an understatement, Miss Valenti.”

  She pressed her hands against my chest and forced me two steps back. My body instantly hated the distance, and my cock was on the verge of throwing a temper tantrum. But then she placed her hands on her curvy hips, her gaze never leaving mine, and started to shimmy out of the dress—slowly.

  All I could do was watch…and try to remember that I needed to breathe, even though I’m sure my body didn’t need air right now. It needed to be all over that body of hers—against it, on top of it…inside it.

  “Only this once, Detective.”

  I shook my head. “I can’t make any promises.”

  “Say it.” She continued to move the dress down over her hips and thighs. “Say it, Detective.”

  “Like I said, I can’t make any promises.”

  “If you don’t, I’m afraid I’m going to have to stop right now.”

  Fuck! “Okay fine, just this once. But for the love of God do not stop.”

  The dress dropped to the floor and pooled aro
und her feet. She straightened, and I swear to God that the sight alone brought me within seconds of coming in my pants like a loser.

  “Karina…”

  I couldn’t even finish the damn sentence. I just stood there staring at her wearing nothing but a black thong and stiletto heels. Every Playboy calendar picture ever printed couldn’t come close to the picture perfect sight of Karina Valenti standing in front of me now.

  She placed her hands on her waist, pushing her hips out to the side. “Cat caught your tongue, Detective?”

  I held out a finger. “Just…just give me a minute. I need to take a few mental pictures and tuck them away in a drawer somewhere.”

  She chuckled, and the sound made my cock jolt.

  “Okay. But while you take your minute, I’ll just go ahead and start without you.” She cupped her breasts in her palms, and I almost came right there. Her breasts were way too big for her tiny hands as she squeezed, fondled, and played with them like a fucking pro.

  “It seems like you have a lot of experience doing that.”

  She smiled seductively. “Is there something wrong with the fact that a woman knows how to pleasure herself?” Her hand moved down her stomach until it disappeared under the fabric of her panties.

  Holy fucking shit. Sweet mother of Mary. Fuck!

  I placed my fist in my mouth and bit down—hard, trying my best not to embarrass myself by humping her fucking leg. Because right now, I want to fuck every goddamn part of her body. It’s like my cock didn’t care which part he got, just as long as he got something.

  “How much more time do you need, Detective?” Her voice was all husky, soft and seductive, like she was almost halfway to a climax.

  Shit. “None.”

  Those two steps between us were something of the past as I darted forward and grabbed both her breasts in my palms. She let out a moan that shot straight down my spine, crashing against my balls and causing me to thrust against her. My lips were on hers, claiming, taking, fucking her mouth like it belonged to no one but me. Right here, right now, all of her was mine.

  Peeling my lips from hers I leaned down and took a hard nipple in my mouth, sucking that piece of flesh like my damn life depended on it, all the while continuing to thrust against her. I couldn’t help it. It’s like an involuntary movement, my cock searching for any kind of friction, touch, anything that will relieve the throbbing ache in my groin.

  I let go of her breasts, pulled my shirt over my head, and placed my hands on her hips before I jerked her around, pushing her front hard against the door.

  She gasped, and then moans started to leak from her mouth as I traced kisses all the way down her spine. I licked her skin, loving the way she tasted, hyper aware of the way she trembled under my touch. In the far corners of my mind I knew that by doing this I was adding a shit load of complications into my life, but right now…I just didn’t give a fuck.

  I crouched down behind her, and stared at the sexiest booty I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. The strip of her thong disappeared through her ass cheeks, the little triangle of black appearing just above it, and all I could think about was whether I wanted to worship her ass…or fuck it.

  I slipped my finger under the black triangle. “Karina?”

  “Yeah?”

  “How attached are you to this thong?”

  “Um—”

  “I was hoping you’d say that.” With a twist of my finger, I easily tore through the thin fabric. The little gasp she let out made me smile victoriously. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

  Karina glanced down over her shoulder. “You’ve never torn a woman’s panties before?”

  “Oh I have, several times.”

  “Then why did you say you’ve always wanted to do that?”

  I straightened up behind her, pushing my body flush against hers while I leaned closer to her ear. “Because it’s your panties I’ve always wanted to rip to shreds.”

  The whimper that rolled out of her mouth was like no aphrodisiac I have ever encountered. She bucked her hips pushing hard against my cock, and I had to brace my arms against the door closing my eyes as both the ache and the pleasure slammed against my spine. The atmosphere around us was nothing short of palpable, the sexual tension unmistakable. I don’t think I’ve ever had this with any woman before, where I felt like I had no control. Someone could put a gun to my head right now, and I still wouldn’t be able to stop.

  Unable to handle the torture any longer, I reached down, unzipped my pants and freed my cock, squeezing to get some relief before I started to stroke it up and down her ass cheeks. The more I traced the head of my cock against her ass, the more her hips started to move, like she was searching for it, begging for me to fuck her.

  I bent my knees just a little and watched as I pushed my dick between her legs, moving it against her wet flesh.

  “Fuck, Lorik.” She moved her hips again, spreading her legs just a little wider. “You’re teasing me.”

  “No.” I rear back before pushing forward again. “I’m just trying to hold onto this feeling for as long as possible, because I know once I take you, it’s going to be over much quicker than I want it to be.”

  By now my cock was soaking wet with her arousal, and every time I glide past her entrance, I nudge just a little, letting her think I’m about to give her what her body clearly needed from me. But then I don’t. Her moans and gasps were like music to my fucking ears. Knowing that I had her so riled up, that her body was aching for me to take her was euphoric, and downright toxic.

  I licked her naked shoulder, all the way up to her ear. “Turn around.”

  My cock slipped out from between her legs as she turned around to face me. I wanted to see her face when I fucked her. Even though screwing her from behind was so damn tempting, I wanted to see her face while I took her, while I made her mine. Her eyes were hooded as she stared at me from under her dark lashes. Her cheeks were flushed, the perfect shade of pink, and her dark curls were one giant mess of perfection.

  I kissed her hard, and palmed both her tits in my hands. We’re all hands, and tongues, and sweat, and lust. It was a fucking frenzy—pun very much intended.

  I moved my hands down and around her hips, pulling her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist. The warmth of her body against mine, and the soft feel of her skin was even better than I imagined.

  Now, I might be an asshole at times, but I had always been a careful asshole—when it came to pussy anyway. Whenever I was about to go balls deep in pussy, I made sure my dick was wrapped—which was probably why I had a condom in my wallet at all times. One never knew when an opportunity would arise.

  But now as I’m about to finally get what I desired above all else, I had the overwhelming urge to feel her…to really feel her, skin on skin. I didn’t want anything separating us. I didn’t want anything to keep me from experiencing this woman to the fullest. I wanted everything she had to offer, without hesitation or barriers.

  “Karina?” I whispered against her lips.

  “Hmm?”

  “Are you on the pill?”

  “Yes.”

  “Can I fuck you bare?” My cock was already nudging against her entrance.

  She moaned against my lips. “Oh God, yes.”

  And then I thrust forward, sinking deep inside her. She screamed and I moaned when I felt her slick heat wrap around every inch of me, feeling all of her with nothing separating us. It was the most intense pleasure I had ever felt having her tight walls squeeze around me, triggering the strongest need to plunge into her relentlessly, wanting to experience so much more.

  “Lorik,” she started, her voice barely a whisper. “You’re really big.”

  I stilled. “Am I hurting you?”

  “A little.”

  “Should I—”

  “God no. Just, I’m the one who needs a minute now.”

  “Jesus.” I bury my face between her neck and shoulder, her arms tightening around my neck. “
You feel so fucking good, Karina.”

  I didn’t move. I kept still inside her, waiting for her to adjust while her body stretched to accommodate me. But not being able to move was a kind of torture I had never felt before and I was pretty sure my cock just went on a cursing fest. Every part of my body was screaming, aching with the need to fuck her.

  Karina moved her hips just an inch, and I reared back before pushing forward again, burying myself inside her to the fucking hilt.

  This time she didn’t scream, she moaned, her hot breath skidding across my neck as her hips started to move in rhythm to mine. Within seconds I started moving like a goddamn piston as I fucked her against the door. The tighter her arms wrapped around my neck, the louder she moaned into my ear. It was like we were both high, intoxicated by the overwhelming urge to consume one another. Our fucking turned into a wild rush, her nails clawing at the skin of my back while our heady moans and labored breaths slammed against my apartment walls.

  I’m pretty sure the neighbors could hear us. Damn, I’m pretty sure the entire building could hear us. Did I care? Fuck no. While I’m buried balls deep inside her, I didn’t care if the whole goddamn city heard us. All I cared about right now was feeling this woman come all around me, and then to find my own release deep between her legs.

  “You have no idea how good it feels to fuck you.” I nipped the skin on her shoulder with my teeth, and she moaned. “I could stay inside you forever, Karina.”

  She pressed her nails deeper into my skin, and I’m sure she drew blood. Don’t care.

  “I knew it would be good, but I didn’t think it would feel this amazing,” she whispered against my ear.

  “Tell me, princess. Tell me what feels amazing.”

  “Your cock, the way you move inside me, claiming my pussy. It’s better than I imagined.”

  Holy fuck-balls. Her words pushed me to the edge, and I was fucking close to blowing, but wasn’t ready for this to be over yet. There was still so much more I wanted to do to her.

  I pulled her back away from the door and carried her over to the kitchen counter, my dick not leaving that beautiful pussy of hers for a second.