Mafia Queen

Chapter Five

*** Ava ***

Thankfully I was able to make it back to my apartment uninterrupted, glad that New Yorkers were far to self absorbed to take any notice of the girl scurrying quickly down the dimly lit streets covered in blood.

As soon as I entered my apartment I kicked off my boots and dumped my belongings on the kitchen bench before I made a beeline straight to the bathroom.

Standing in front of the vanity mirror I glanced over my reflection and damn if I wasn't a sight for sore eyes.

My clothes were covered in blood, my hair was wild and messy from my fight earlier and both my jaw and knuckles were brushed and swollen. Stupidly the only thought that crossed my mind was that I'd stood, looking like a homeless crazy person, in front of that ridiculously sexy Adonis of a man.

As my mind continued to play over the events of this evening my thoughts inevitably came back to Luca. Did it make me a bad person that I didn't think, not even once about the man I had stabbed not even an hour ago? No matter how hard I tried my mind swirled with images of deep brown eyes and that perfectly chiseled jawline, his gravelly voice still echoed in my ear and even though I was completely alone in my tiny little apartment I could still feel his powerful and dominate presence all around me.

I knew nothing about the man, nothing tangible at least, yet the mere thought of our brief encounter had my core throbbing as I continued to imagine what it would feel like to have his powerfully strong body throw me roughly against a wall. My thoughts were so intensely vivid I could almost feel Luca thrusting his cock inside me and pounding into me relentlessly, closing my eyes so that I could thoroughly enjoy my wicked fantasy I rubbed my thighs together subconsciously in the hopes of building a little friction to ease my aching core.

Feeling my body start to heat up and my breathing start to quicken I knew I had to do something to ease my increasing sexual frustration. I quickly stripped my bloodied clothes and threw them to the floor before walking into my bedroom. Laying on my bed completely naked I closed my eyes and continued to let my imagination run wild. I let a hand trail over my bare chest and pinch and pull at my now erect nipples. The sharp tweak caused a breathy moan to escape my lips and I could feel the wetness start to pool between my thighs. My centre continued to throb in anticipation but as my hand continued it's path down my body a sharpe pain in my hand caused me to flinch.

'Fuck' I groaned, my eyes flew open to study my bruised and swollen hand, my knuckles so swollen I wasn't able to bend and curl my fingers fully.

Giving it a good once over I realised I wouldn't be able to use it to fuck myself, so instead I rolled over and rummaged through the bottom drawer of my bedside table, praying to all things holy that the batteries in my plastic lover were still good.

As my hand wrapped itself around the toy I had been searching for I let out a little squeal of delight when my finger slipped over the button at the base and the sound of vibrating filled my ears. Without any further thought I rolled onto my back and plunged the rubber vibrator between my slick, wet folds. The instant pleasurable relief I felt from the buzzing inside me caused a small moan to fall from my lips.

It has been a decent few months since I've felt the rough touch of a man so sadly I had become somewhat of an expert at this solo self love stuff. Not that it was a completely bad thing, I mean there's nothing worse then getting all hot and bothered and dripping wet to only find out the guy plowing into you is a two pump chump. You know the type, the guy that doesn't even know what foreplay is and then blows his load before rolling off of you before you even realise he'd stuck it in. At least when I was the one responsible for getting myself off I knew it wouldn't be long before I reached the orgasmic release I was chasing.