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

by Georgia Le Carre

  I turned away and put my empty glass down, then shrugged off my jacket and flung it away. I turned back towards her and saw her stepping out of her shoes. My expression twisted. Sometimes it was hard for me to believe she was that sexually inexperienced. Never had a woman I’d ordered to undress in this kind of situation taken her shoes off first. Every one of them was smart enough to walk towards me naked but for their high heels.

  “Leave the shoes on.”

  Her face flushed a pretty pink as she put them back on.

  Not taking my eyes off her, I pulled the tails of my shirt out of my slacks and began to unbutton. Her arms were behind her back as she struggled with a stuck zip.

  “Come here,” I invited softly.

  At first she hesitated, then she walked towards me, her hands still behind her back still trying hard to get it down. As soon as she was a foot away, she turned around, her hands falling to her sides. I gazed at her creamy skin already exposed. The middle of her shoulder was dotted with a tiny brown mole. I couldn’t take my eyes away from the detail that I’d never noticed before. My hands went to the zip, but my fingers encountered her warm skin and I felt a jolt of static electricity zap me. She felt it too because she jumped. I fiddled with it carefully. I didn’t want to ruin another dress. It gave and I started to pull the tab down. The material fell on either side. She didn’t have a bra on underneath and the dress opened up to reveal flawless skin.

  My hands slipped into her dress, curved around her smooth shoulders, and pulled her dress down her arms. Then I watched as she wriggled out of the material. Only the mood lights were on, so the room was lit mostly with the bright yellow flames in the massive fireplace. The mood was intimate and fiery and every movement seemed simultaneously too slow and too fast. I peeled the dress down her flaring hips and it puddled around her feet. She was left completely naked before me and I couldn’t help but stare at all that beauty. My eyes traced the beautiful and delicate curves of her body, the dip of her waist and the curve of her ass.

  Tenderly, I brushed her hair over one shoulder, and lowered until my lips connected with her creamy flesh. She was warm, incredibly so, and she smelled like heaven. A sweet mix of roses and some other notes I couldn’t quite identify. My arms slunk around her waist.

  I heard her light gasp at the pressing of skin against skin, her head tilting to the side as I continued my trail of kisses across her shoulders. They were unhurried and heated, and with each soft suction I savored the taste of her skin. She grew restless, her body squirming and with my lips I began to suck at that tiny mole on her back. She turned in my arms and I let her. She gazed into my eyes, hers heavy-lidded with a need that sent a painful jolt of arousal to my already aching cock.

  “Fuck me,” she said, her eyes sliding away. “There’s no need to pretend this is anything more than… just sex.”

  My heart thundered loudly in my chest, and for a muscle that had been trained over the years to maintain its calmness regardless of what external dilemmas I was facing, my reaction to her was disappointing to say the least. I grabbed her chin and turned her face till her gaze returned to mine.

  Don’t tell me what to do, I wanted to say to her, but the words wouldn’t come to my lips in that moment, because I was entranced by her eyes. Suddenly in the blue pools I saw unimaginable depths of selflessness and resolution.

  I stared into her eyes and without realizing it my grip had become too hard. Her hands wrapped around my wrist in protest and only when I saw her pained expression did I realize that I was slightly out of control. I released my grip of her and she staggered backwards, her golden hair bouncing.

  She straightened and stared back at me, her chest heaving.

  I couldn’t look away at the picture she made. She was an angel and I was a sinner. I didn’t deserve to even touch such pure flesh. Well, what did it matter? Luca Messana was going to hell and there would be no angels there for me to fuck. All the angels I got would be here, on God’s beautiful earth. This was all I was getting and it was damn well good enough.

  “Go lie down on the rug and open your legs,” I commanded harshly.

  Chapter 28

  Skye

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JF8BRvqGCNs

  -Stay-

  I could barely catch my breath.

  My jaw still tingled from his grip, but it was not that which caused me concern. It was the almost violent tug of the desperate need to have him thrust so hard into me that my fingers claw down his expansive back. He had turned his back to me and I watched his sculpted muscles hungrily, every movement of his arms caused a shift in his muscles that was simply mesmerizing.

  I knew I shouldn’t have been so rude to him, but the kisses down my back had scared me. It was the kisses of a lover, someone who cared. I was already in a place where I kept forgetting he had bought me and planned to discard me in less than a month, but if he was going to take his time and start devoting his attention to every part of my body, then I was finished.

  Detachment was what I needed. I desperately needed him to be the distant, cruel man who saw me as nothing more than a body at his disposal for the coming weeks. That was how I needed my perception of him to remain.

  I headed over to the plush rug. It was white and furry, and deliciously sensuous. I almost moaned when the exquisite fabric came in contact with my skin. I didn’t want to be caught staring at him so I deliberately moved my gaze to the crackling hearth before me. I watched the logs burn and had a surreal impression that I was not on earth anymore. I was in some fantasy world or inside a fairytale. Maybe a castle in the middle of a dark forest filled with tall, narrow trees.

  My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the metal buckle of his belt.

  It seemed to pierce the atmosphere of the room. I looked up at his undeniably beautiful face, even the scar only added to his mystery and beauty. His face was focused and on guard as he worked the fly of his pants. I was stiff and on alert as I watched his trousers slip down his muscled thighs. He stepped out of them and continued towards me in his dark briefs bulging with his aroused cock.

  My heart caught in my throat and I quickly moved my gaze away from it to the muscles in his thighs, then to the flat of his stomach. There was a light smattering of hair coursing through the region, and disappearing into his briefs it completely struck me with wonder at just how sculpted the man was, with barely a trace of fat anywhere on his body.

  “Lie down,” he ordered as he lowered himself to the rug.

  I obeyed, and he kneeled astride me and moved up until his groin was poised over my face. I licked my lips in uncontrollable anticipation of what was to come. His hand slid into his briefs. His cock was pulled out and I couldn’t help staring at his angry cock as it throbbed and pulsed in his hand. Before he could even lean towards me, I had already lifted my weight onto my elbows and parted my lips to capture the wide head.

  Whatever he had been about to say died in his throat as a raspy groan at the contact made his chest heave. My hands curled around his hips and I pulled him forward so my back could return to softly rest against the fur as I sucked him… hard. I tried to keep my eyes open however, the deep rhythmic hollowing of my cheeks as I milked the first small spurt of cum out of him had me intoxicated. With one hand closed around the base of his thick width I let my head bob continuously.

  Up and down. Up and down.

  I knew I was driving him crazy. I could tell by the bob of his Adam’s apple, the beautifully twisted expression on his face, and his clenched fists. I couldn’t help myself from touching him. My hand moved upwards and I laid my hand on the flat of his abdomen.

  Pushing at that slab of muscle I tried to slide out from underneath him, but the breathless moan died in his lips.

  “Stay” he rasped.

  But like a little eel I wriggled and completely came out from under him. To my surprise, he didn’t protest and just watched me with his wolf’s eyes. I decided then that I was going to do whatever I wanted to him. I knelt
just as he did and threw my arms around his neck. He watched me as my head tilted to nibble lightly on his jaw line. I didn’t miss his sharp intake of breath.

  “Listening is not one of your strong suits, is it?” he asked drily.

  I mumbled my answer against his overheated flesh as I trailed kisses down the thick muscles of his arms. “It is. Obedience is not.”

  He made a muffled sound. It might have been laughter, but it could have been annoyance too.

  I straightened once again, my breasts pressed against his chest and his cock poking hard against my belly.

  “I’m going to kiss you,” I told him and he frowned, however he didn’t try to stop me.

  My audacity came from a driving need inside me to possess him in the same way he had done to me. We were in his private space and just as he had come into mine and shattered me to pieces I was desperate to do just the same to him.

  I caught his bottom lip between my teeth and nibbled softly on the delicate flesh. His eyes were still open and watching me, and it sent chills down my back. But it also stoked a fire in my gut that consumed me from the inside. I sucked softly on that tasty bottom lip, then moved on to the upper. Soon his lips parted to catch his breath and I slipped my tongue in. My arms tightened around him as I stroked his tongue with mine, and then delved even deeper to draw out as much of his taste as I could. His eyes fluttered closed at the long and deep kiss that followed, and I felt my body weaken. It was not supposed to be that shattered, but here I was again. Falling apart.

  With a hand around my waist, he lowered me gently onto the rug.

  I wanted to take back control and began to kiss every inch of skin that I could reach. When I felt his finger slide into my sex the jolt to my heart was excruciating and I almost wanted to give in to the exquisite pleasure I knew he could give.

  “No,” I muttered, and pulled his finger out. “You first.”

  He frowned, but before he could get the chance to refuse I moved out from underneath him once again and sat astride him. I could feel his cock on my wet pussy and the temptation to just let him fuck me was almost too much to resist, but I pushed at his chest. He allowed himself to fall back against the fur. With the pad of my thumb, I flicked the disc of his hardened nipple and then leaned forward to cover the bud with my mouth. I sucked deeply on it, then moved to the other.

  By the time I came up for a breath his arm was over his eyes.

  With a smile, I followed the light trail of dark hair down his torso till I returned once more to his cock.

  I closed my hands around the slightly curved length, gently and almost apologetically for the neglect and then once again took him in my mouth, my lips hollowing to pull him deep, all the way to the back of my throat. I had never had a man this deep before and I was afraid I was going to spoil it all by gagging, but to my surprise I didn’t gag. I loved him so deep in my mouth. His heady scent filled my nostrils and I couldn’t stop.

  “Fuck,” I heard him swear.

  My tongue flicked out and licked hungrily along the damp flesh. With my hand at the root, I began to fist him as my lips sucked feverishly on the head.

  His hips bucked, his hands finding their way to my hair and I relished the tight tug as more than anything it relayed the effect that my teasing was having on him.

  “Faster,” he growled.

  I obliged him.

  As he pumped his cock into my mouth I met every thrust with a tighter, deeper hollowing of my cheeks.

  It was so stimulating I could feel my sex begin to clench with pure lust. I focused on milking him, spurred by my passion and his and in time he was releasing into my mouth. I kept my lips firmly locked around him as his burst shot down my throat, the liquid deliciously hot and thick.

  I swallowed it all, and his growl of pleasure reverberated through the room.

  His arm was still over his eyes, hiding his face from mine, but I sat back on him and pulled his arm away. He looked into my eyes then. What I saw shocked me. He wasn’t a monster. He was beautiful. Unbearably beautiful. Like a fallen angel. I didn’t want to see him like that and it was clear he didn’t want me to see him as he really was either.

  I didn’t know what to do. I tore my gaze away from his and turned to the only thing I knew could move me from that place I was in. Sex. I was here for sex. What we had was just sex. Yes, I was so wet and aroused I could no longer remain still so I began to rub my sex against his semi-hard cock.

  His hands came to my hips and suddenly strong arms gripped my waist and I was lifted clean off his body.

  I gasped in shock. Before I could even recover my pussy was hovering over his face. Then his mouth covered the soaked, pulsing flesh, and I cried out, my yearning finally attended to. The wave of molten pleasure spreading through my body was incredible.

  My back arched and my breasts jutted out as his tongue drove into me, then curved. While I moaned helplessly he lapped at the juices leaking from me, before he moved over to my swollen clit and sucked hard in a maddening rhythm.

  My fingers dug into my own scalp as I writhed wildly against his face and soon I was coming. I completely gave in to the climax that tore through me. It sent violent tremors through my body and my cries resounded inside the underground chamber.

  His lips burned a trail along my inner thighs and then back to my sex for one last kiss. I gasped in surprise as he slid me down over his chest and stomach until my cleft was stroking the length of his cock. Pulling me forward he rolled me until the soft fur was on my back.

  The head of his cock slid into my slickness, and the crackling of the fire was like fireworks going off in my ears. I gripped his ass, the thought occurring to me that at some point he had taken his briefs off, but I was so out of it I hadn’t even noticed. He pushed the rest of his length into me, and a long moan tore out of my throat.

  He sunk deep. God he sunk deep.

  My heart was full, my bones felt like warm wax, and my core wound deliciously tight around his hardness.

  He cradled my head in his arms as he began to thrust into me, starting with slow, heart melting strokes which later translated to a more rapid pace. From here onwards, all I could do was feel; his searing warmth all around me, the harsh sounds from the depths of his throat entwining with the soft whimpers and cries from mine. And the squirming, the shameless squirming. I was like a fish out of water. Not gasping for air, but him. I wanted more, more of him, more sensation, more friction.

  As I edged closer to my release I swore and thrashed in his arms, but instead of letting me come he slowed his pace. Again and again, he did that. His hips worked me and my pussy with a level of expertise and familiarity that left me shaken and battered. My vision blurred despite being wide open as I stared up at the ceiling.

  “Luca, please, let me come,” I breathed, gasping as the head of his cock stroked that elusive spot inside of me.

  “Fuck!” he growled as if he had been holding himself back until that moment. His hips bucked and so did mine as I shattered into a million tiny pieces.

  He kept fucking me, his motions although jerky, were relentless. Now I understood why the French called it the little death. Because there was no more of me. No body, no mind, no separation from the rest of the world. I was just a wave of pure bliss connected to everything in the universe.

  His hips rocked into mine, milking out every ounce of ecstasy between us until he collapsed onto me with a groan.

  “I can’t believe you’re paying me for this,” I whispered. In that moment I realized that if I had known that sex with him could feel this way, I would have gone on my knees to beg for it.

  For a second he froze, then he raised his head and chuckled.

  I stared at him in shock. My God, he was so beautiful when he laughed. So utterly beautiful. A small answering laugh bubbled out of me. With my arms around him, I crushed his frame to mine, my legs tightening around his waist. These were things that I shouldn’t have dared to do, but I no longer cared.

  He didn’t pro
test so I shut my eyes and basked in the magic of our joining. I don’t know how it happened, but before I knew it I was asleep. When I woke I guessed it must already be morning. The fire was still burning, and around me was the thick biceps of the man I had drowned myself in last night.

  The realization immediately squeezed my heart and my chest tightened with emotion.

  I had fallen asleep in his arms.

  I had fallen asleep in his arms.

  I was almost too afraid to breathe. The wonder I felt of being pressed so intimately to him, every inch of my skin plastered to his, and his soft breathing in my neck. Last night I had given myself completely to him.

  And now, I didn’t know how to feel.

  We still had three weeks left of our arrangement, but I was acutely aware that if things kept going this way, I wasn’t going to be able to depart unscathed. I released a careful sigh again, but then a gentle sound began to thrum across the room. With my heart slamming against my chest, I shut my eyes and went as still as I possibly could.

  Chapter 29

  Luca

  The ringing of my phone roused me from sleep.

  At first I was disoriented, almost perplexed as to where I was which was unnerving. I shot up, immediately on guard. I realized then that I was in my own den. I ran my fingers through my hair sheepishly.

  Damn, that was a bad way to start the day.

  I realized why things had felt so off balance. For the first time in a very long while, I’d woken up to the warmth of a woman burning against my skin and it had sent a jolt of shock through me. I vaulted to my feet and padded over to my phone and placed it against my ear.

  “Pronto,” I said in Italian, and lifted my gaze to watch her.

  She was still asleep on the rug, her body lightly covered with one of the thick blankets I had pulled from one of the armchairs and draped over us last night. Inside that intimate warm cocoon I had sunk into the deepest and most invigorating sleep I’d had in years. Her. It was strange and if I was honest, rather wonderful to see her gold head on my rug. I felt a yearning then. To have her here with me at all times, and the very thought made me uncomfortable.