Seraphina Angela, infamously known as 'The Ruby Cadillac' is the original heiress to the throne of her father's mafia, which is partnered with the leading king & queen of the Italian mafia; Carter Fenix and Delilah Fiora Fenix. Seraphina isn't a reg...
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note: this chapter contains sexual/mature themes (18+ but I know most of y'all aren't, I'm not either so LOL) I wouldn't keep my hands on the phone, personally speaking, y'all need the full experience ;) I HOPE IT'S GOOD though, enjoyyy hehe.
Pov: Vincent Salvador
And she's going at it again, grinding and rolling her hips, slowly in a tight fucking circle causing my pants to tighten even more. Already fucking tight due to all her words and soft moans drifting into my ear.
Her fingers dig into the nape of my neck and I haven't even fucked her yet, my tongue rakes across the base of her throat, right above her collarbone... all over that sexy ink of hers. Gosh, she's so fucking beautiful, from all her tattoos, to the way she speaks Spanish, to the way she has me wrapped around her finger.
"Mhm," I hum against her soft skin and she gasps, "Vinnie, too many clothes- they're fucking irritating," she messes up her sentence but manages to mumble out as I suck on her skin, hard, leaving my marks all over her visible skin. I want everyone to know that she's mine and that I always protect what's mine.
I grab onto her ass and lift her off the couch, she wraps her legs around my waist, and her covered pussy hits my hard-on. Fuckk, I'm going to fuck her so good. She moans again, a feverish more craving one and I let out a deep chuckle, "Staying quiet was never your strong suit, was it?"
She rolls her eyes, something that drives me insane and she knows it, I make her sit on the edge of the desk and slam my lips onto hers, "Keep rolling your eyes for everything I say and I'll make you roll them when I fuck you senseless," I tease her between kisses and she rolls her eyes, that attitude, it's going rob away her strength of being able to walk for the next week, sad but I can live with it.
I pull away from her and tug her skirt down, she lifts her leg to slip her heels off but I grab her ankles, stopping her. Her eyes hood as she looks up at me in confusion, "These stay on, they're damn sexy," I whisper and see a crimson-red blush cover her cheeks.
Her skirt falls to the ground and my heart races at the sight in front of me, her eyes are locked with mine but her legs are spread apart so much the lace can't even cover her anymore, holy fuck. "Keep your shirt on, it'll be easier for us to dress back but fuckbaby, this lingerie is killing me," I groan and place the tip of my finger on her entrance, circling around with her moans as my guiding melody. She's so warm and wet, all for me.
I steal the breath right out of her lungs as I slide my middle finger into her, her pussy gripping the hell out of it and a grunt leaving me. Her palm encircles my wrist and I look down to where my finger is buried deep inside her, my passion drives hard within me and shoots straight to my dick.
She whimpers when I pull out of her just to slam into her again, her grasp on my wrist tightens and I slide my ring finger inside her, "Oh god!" she screams but the back of her hand flies up to cover her mouth. Thejokes on her, this room is soundproof... thank god. I grab the hand covering her mouth as I step closer to her and hold it behind her back.
