Beauty and the beast: A Modern Day Fairytale Billionaire Mafia Romance

by Georgia Le Carre

  She looked fragile, vulnerable… and too young. Way too young for me. I felt as if I was robbing the cradle. I hated seeing her like this. I wanted her to be just a slut with a great mouth that I bought at a party, and it infuriated me that at every turn she managed to get the better of me. She was twenty-fucking-three, I wasn’t robbing the cradle, and I did buy her. I sat down on the edge of the bed and glared at her.

  “Get on your knees,” I ordered. “And suck me off.”

  Defiance flared in her eyes, but she fought it down and came forward. She stood in front of me, her chin tilted proudly. You can use my body, but you will never break me, it said.

  “Take off the towel,” I commanded.

  She pulled the fabric from her body and the towel pooled around her. My eyes devoured her body hungrily. As I ran down her body, I saw new bruises around her wrist, and knew instantly I had made them earlier when I grabbed and held her by her wrists. I reached forward and took her unresisting hand in mine. I stroked the bruise with my thumb and looked up at her. “Does it hurt?”

  She shook her head silently. There was something sad and pitiful about her tonight. And I didn’t like it. I thought back to how violently she had trembled earlier in the evening and how she had clung to me almost refusing to let go and the challenge to once again lower her to that state burned in my chest.

  I let my other hand move to the bruises between her thighs and she flinched automatically. “Do these hurt?”

  She shook her head again.

  I wanted to lean forward and lick her little pussy, but I didn’t give in to the temptation. With my shoe, I kicked her towel away.

  “Get to work,” I said, spreading my legs further apart and resting my palms on the bed.

  Her knees hit the floor and her hands moved towards the zip of my slacks. Although my whole body was brimming with anticipation for the moment her hands and mouth would make contact with my skin, her amateurish fumbling with my zipper and then my briefs as she tried to pull them down was thrilling. It was clear she was not as experienced as I had imagined, and for some bizarre reason the idea excited and thrilled me.

  I watched as she took in my size, jutting out from the dark briefs. And then her eyes lifted upwards to steal a glance. To my shock her eyes were filled with desire. She wanted to suck me off!

  I lifted my butt off the bed and she quickly hooked her fingers into my briefs on either side of my hips and pulled them down. For a second she did nothing, just stared at my erect cock as if hypnotized, then her hand slipped up my thigh. I watched in fascination as her pale fingers snaked through the dark hair smattering across my crotch towards my cock. When she made contact with my cock, it jerked and pre-cum flowed out.

  “Lick it,” I rasped.

  Gently she curled her slender fingers around my cock, and moved her swollen mouth towards my cum. Her tongue flicked out and she let the tip run along the drip. It was all I could do to sit still while she played around with my dick like a little kitten. But sit still I did. No woman had done that to me before. Explored my taste with such curiosity.

  Her plump, pink lips parted and I held my breath as she stretched it and covered the mushroom head of my cock. A groan rumbled in my chest as my head fell back, and for a moment I considered just giving in to the weakness that had overtaken my arms.

  It would be a delight to just lie back and give in to the maddening sensation of her touch, but that would be not only leaving my guard down, but also missing the expressions fleeting across her face as she blew me.

  I didn’t want to miss that for anything.

  My cock seemed monstrous compared to the size of her mouth, as she struggled to take a decent amount of me into it. She had never learned to deep-throat. The honest struggle was somewhat endearing, and I couldn’t help reaching out to hold the back of her head in place.

  Her hair was wet to the touch, and for a moment it distracted me, and an image flashed into my mind. She was sitting on the bed, and I was taking a dryer to the shiny gold tresses, working my fingers through it as I dried it.

  A deep, guttural groan escaped my lips, but I couldn’t tell if it was from the hard suction from her mouth, or from the image of the warmly romantic, but extremely unlikely situation that had floated into my mind.

  I shook my head to clear it and focused my gaze on her lips, stretched across my width. I watched her careful and rhythmic sucking of the head, and the jolts of pleasure that zinged through my body made me quiver. I was meant to be minimally affected like I had always been, but the sweet agony was too much to bear.

  “Fuck!” I hissed and clenched my eyes shut.

  Tightening her grip, she slid her hand down my slick length and then began to milk me. Slowly at first, but as she became more confident, she increased her pace, and I was reduced to a breathless fool. Then she leaned forward again, adding her mouth to the tease and I was gone.

  My back gave out and I collapsed onto the bed… and completely gave in to her magic. And it was magic. Witches magic. Very dangerous, but I was past caring.

  Chapter 19

  Skye

  Seeing him in this way was exhilarating.

  I never wanted to be excited or turned on, but I was already soaked and dripping wet between my thighs. It felt as if an entire colony of hornets were buzzing in my belly. I wanted to squash them all dead, but I couldn’t feel enough malice to attack them. What I truly wanted in that moment was revenge.

  And not against them, but him.

  Back in the dining room, he had reduced me to a spineless, mumbling mess and I wanted nothing more than to do the same to him. To crack through that impenetrable shell, and to prove to myself and him that he was just as susceptible as the rest of us.

  I focused more on the thick, throbbing length of meat in my hand and mouth and once again marveled at the sight. I had felt how huge he was inside of me from being so thoroughly filled and stretched, but this was the first time that I was so close to it.

  Salvatore’s cock had been disgusting to look at, long, thin, and bent and hardly ever fully erect. Each time I even glimpsed it I’d gagged internally. One time, I couldn’t hold back and nearly threw up when he had tried to shove that weak thing into my mouth. I then had to pretend I had a bad stomach.

  With Luca, I couldn’t look away, or get enough of how he looked, felt, and tasted.

  His skin was silky smooth, and the slight whiff of musk mixed with the scent of tobacco and a spice… perhaps cinnamon swirled around my nostrils, and spurred my enjoyment of him. I sucked feverishly on the large head, drawing out as much of his cum as I could into my mouth. Adding both my hands into the task of blowing him, I quickly found a rhythm that made his back arch.

  “Fuck,” he cursed out again, his voice low and raspy.

  And I loved it.

  With my hand gripping the pulsing head, I ran my tongue down the thick length until I arrived at his balls, tight and heavy. I sucked on them, softly caressing the two sacks with my free hand before licking my way back up his length. I paused on the way to place sensual kisses along the bulging veins and his responding twitches spurred me on.

  He was now slick with a mix of saliva and cum and it only made me greedier.

  My knees hurt being pressed against the rug, but I could feel my own juices running down my thighs and I was desperate to have his cock inside me. I adjusted myself so I could take him even more deeply into my mouth, but about mid-way down his length, he hit the back of my throat, and I was forced to halt, but I didn’t take things easy. Once again, I could sense that I was losing myself, but I didn’t know how to hold back. I was just as aroused as he was and perhaps even more so, and the need to see him climax was even more gnawing than my own anguished need for a release.

  My cheeks hollowed and I began to bob my head up and down his rock-hard length.

  “Jesus,” he muttered almost as if in disbelief.

  My heart jumped and so did my pace.

  He rocked his hips to my hard and rapi
d rhythm and soon he was fucking mindlessly into my mouth, the guttural groans that rumbled through his body sent electric tingles down my spine.

  I was now desperate for his release so that I could get my own. Both my hands wrapped around his hardness and joined in the sensuous pumping towards his climax.

  His groans drove me on, until suddenly he came, bursting into the back of my throat. Thick and hot and unbearably hot. I grabbed onto his clenched thighs as he pounded his fist onto the bed. His throat was strained, the veins popping, and his body was twisted with the intensity of his release.

  As he took great gasping breaths I kept on sucking him, unwilling to let a single drop go to waste as his spurts kept coming. His eyes were wide open and glued to the ceiling as I slavishly licked every inch of his cock clean. When it was finally over I let go of him and stood looking down at him. He stared up at me and the seconds stretched. I could not tell what he was thinking or how long I stood there entranced by his translucent eyes. I only knew I could not tear my eyes away from him.

  Without warning, he moved so quickly, it shocked me when I felt his grip capture my thighs and felt myself being dumped on the bed.

  A startled cry escaped my lips but before I could gather my wits, he rolled on top of me and licked my mouth.

  The act was so animalistic I froze in shock.

  He hooked my tongue with his and sucked it into his mouth. I was so astonished I couldn’t even respond. Then he began to suck on my tongue, greedily, hungrily, as if he couldn’t get enough. My belly contracted and it felt as if my soul was being sucked out of my body. Suddenly, I became afraid of the sensations inside my body. I recognized the undeniable fact that I was losing control of myself.

  I was not a fool, so from the first moment I had laid eyes on him, I was very aware that I was wildly and irrationally attracted to him and it would be quite easy to fall maddeningly and senselessly in love with him.

  But I had convinced myself that sleeping with him would be an ordeal I must endure for my father, just like I had with Salvatore. I pretended to myself that my greatest danger was not that he would break my heart and leave me inconsolable, but that I would feel like a prostitute. Now I could see clearly that I would not come out of this ordeal unscarred.

  As the kiss went deeper, his taste began to filter into me. He was delicious. I pushed away the sad thoughts and with my eyes clenched shut I swung my arms around him, determined to have my fill before I lost him forever.

  I sucked wildly on his tongue and it took me to another plane of bliss and intimacy. The barrage of emotions and sensations were overwhelming and I felt as if I was close to passing out.

  Stop… my mind vaguely registered my weak plea, but he didn’t listen.

  It was clear that we were both wrapped in a cocoon of dangerous attraction and molten lust and it was a state that neither of us wanted to come out from. But I was actually frighteningly dizzy and I broke the kiss and turned my face away from him. I felt hot all over and I could feel my blood pounding in my veins.

  “Look at me,” he snarled.

  I heard his command, but I couldn’t.

  I felt his hands part my thighs roughly and I let him.

  His cock arrived, silky and pushed at my entrance, and I held my breath in anticipation of his violent thrust, but he slid into me, slowly and purposefully. I expelled the breath I was holding. I turned my head to look at him and the look in his eyes shocked me. I gasped.

  Possessive. God, so possessive.

  He pumped into me slowly, deliberately until I was writhing across the bed, one hand in my hair and the other gripping his shoulder.

  My head rolled from side to side. Then he reached down once again and captured my lips with his and I forgot the look in his eyes, the feel of his body on top of mine, the way his cock reached the depths of my core. I even forgot the exquisite sensation of blazing lust spreading through our bodies.

  I climaxed. So hard my eyes rolled to the back of my head, my whole body froze, and I saw colors.

  I was so lost I did not realize that he had stopped fucking me, and was ravenously drinking in my juices. He lapped it all up while I panted and gasped my way back to reality. I felt weak and exposed. His mouth kept on sucking at my sex until I lay my hands on his head.

  “Enough,” I whispered, my pussy felt as if it was swollen to twice its size.

  He raised his head and body then. I could feel something change between us, as he held me tightly in his hands and tasted every inch of my body like he worshiped me.

  As I watched, he returned his cock back into me. I swallowed. His cock felt unbearably big in my swollen flesh. As if he knew he was hurting me, he traced searing, deep kisses along my torso and breasts.

  When he started to move I expected him to slam into me violently like he always did, but he didn’t. His strokes were languid and gentle. I buried my face in his neck to muffle my whimpering at the emotions that spread through me as he rocked his hips into me.

  I wanted to open my eyes and look into his beautiful light eyes, but I wanted this moment to be untampered with. What if I saw something there I didn’t want to see? I wanted this moment to remain the perfection it was. One day I would be abandoned, left high and dry, and I knew it would be this moment that would be etched forever into my mind, into my old age, and finally to my dying moments, and I refused to allow any rocks of reality to spoil it.

  I wanted to bask in the lie that this was the sweetest thing I’d ever experienced. It didn’t matter if it was a lie.

  Slowly, slowly, I lost my mind again. And it was beautiful. It never registered whether he came or not because I was too far gone. All that occurred to me was my own disintegrating, shattering into tiny, tiny pieces in his arms.

  I cried out, my throat burning with his name.

  For a long time, he remained glued to me, inside me. I felt an exhaustion deep in my bones that I hadn’t felt in so long and it was shutting my entire system down.

  Chapter 20

  Luca

  The lamp cast a warm glow on her skin and hair that was somewhat dried now and lay in tangled waves around her face like a golden halo. For the hundredth time, I asked myself what I was still doing here, staring down at her while she slept.

  But I simply couldn't pull away.

  There was a ceaseless stream of liquid fire coursing through my veins from wanting to be still inside her. I hadn’t shared a bed with anyone since my wife Alessa. And I was planning on keeping it that way for the foreseeable future. The lure of her body throbbed and called as I forced myself to turn away. I warned myself that she was a siren, one of those dangerous creatures that made men crash their boats into rocks with sheer madness.

  Suddenly she moaned, and like an addict being offered another shot, I turned helplessly, eagerly, but she was only stretching in her sleep. One breast poked out, the nipple pink and innocent, I was transfixed to the spot at the beautiful and vulnerable scene.

  The tenderness of my thoughts clearly showed I was beginning to develop a kind of affection for her and it stopped me cold in my tracks. I didn’t even wait to slip my feet back into my shoes, barefoot, I fled from her.

  Back in my own room, sleep didn’t come as easily. My mind was abuzz with the evening I’d just had. It was the first time I’d been rewarded so handsomely for coming to dinner here. I’d have to come more often. Perhaps every night. There was no need to change my plans. They were still good.

  As planned, I would fuck the living daylights out of her until I lost interest. Yes, she was something special, I’d give her that much, but there was absolutely no way I wouldn’t be bored in twenty-nine days. No woman had kept my attention beyond two weeks. In fact, by the first week I would already begin the process of tiring of them.

  My flight to Sicily was at six am, and feeling confident the infatuation wouldn’t last I shut my eyes. This time sleep came.

  Chapter 21

  Skye

  “Sorry, apparently, the head gardener doesn�
��t have approval to let you into the greenhouse today,” Mary Jane announced regretfully, as she came back into the sunroom bearing a jar of cranberry juice.

  I stopped munching through the slice of smoked salmon on sourdough toast. Placing my half eaten toast down on my plate, I took a deep breath and addressed the situation head-on. “The head gardener doesn’t have approval? Whose approval does he need?”

  “The boss, I guess,” she replied. “But he left before dawn this morning so John won’t be able to see him now until he returns and nobody knows when that will be. Mind you even if he does return, as I explained to you yesterday, it is almost impossible to see him, let alone meet with him.”

  My mind went to the man who had ravished me to the point of exhaustion, then pulled the duvet over my drained body last night. I shook my head to shake off the steamy flashbacks that immediately came flooding back.

  “Can I meet John? I want to speak to him.”

  “Ooo… I don’t know about that,” she said, and began to needlessly rearrange some of the dishes on the buffet table.

  “What’s the problem?”

  She made a face and spoke in a hushed voice. “Um… Madam Mitterand is not very… open to guests wandering across the grounds. It’s a very security tight compound so it’s usually preferred that everyone stayed within the confines of… um… their own areas.”

  I stared at her, unable to come up with a response beyond astonishment. Did that mean I couldn’t even walk on the grounds? Was I meant to be a prisoner indoors for the duration of my stay here? No, that was not part of my contract. I was to make myself available to Luca for… sex, but otherwise I was free to do as I pleased.

  I’ll find him myself, I decided. And Madam Mitterand could stick it.