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+ not that it matters at all) I hope y'all like it and get ready for a kinky hell of a ride ;) enjoyyy hehe.
Songs for this chapter: Church by Chase Atlantic and Streets by Doja Cat
Pov: Vincent Salvador
She has a death grip on my shirt as if I'm going to drop her off my shoulder while I make my way through the kitchen, that's when I bump into Attila. Well, this is embarrassing.
"Oh my fucking god," Seraphina mutters and covers her face and I smirk at him, he slightly coughs and straightens himself out.
"I was going to say good morning, but you guys have obviously had a good one or going to have one, I have no idea," he scoffs and my smirk widens, "Going to!" I whisper and Seraphina slaps my ass.
"Ouch!" I grunt and Attila walks around me to flash my girlfriend a thumbs up for whacking my behind. Nice best friend I've got there.
"Be safe my children, may the devil have mercy on you, Seraphina," he murmurs and blesses Seraphina like some church father and strolls away from us whistling a tune, I roll my eyes and continue walking to our room.
"Oh, I won't be having any mercy on her," I wickedly smile.
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It doesn't even take us a minute to go at each other like crazy horny teenagers when we step inside our room. I kick the door shut and lock it while her lips devour mine, every one of her sinful whimpers getting lost in my mouth.
I slip my hands inside her hoodie and lift her up by gripping her waist, she giggles and wraps her legs around me, fuck I love it when she laughs, it's my second favorite sound. Her delightful moans are the first, of course.
"I love how much you want me," she whispers into my ear and a shudder passes through my spine, I'm going to fuck her so good that my name will be the only thing on the tip of her tongue, the devil's name, she'll be screaming, moaning, and reciting it like a prayer.
"Yeah?" I ask and set her down on the bed, she fists my hoodie and leans up to slam her lips on mine once again, claiming me as hers, I am all hers. She'll understand that in a short while.
My hands impatiently glide under the fabric of my hoodie wrapped around her and I unclasp her bra. She hisses as I knead her perky breasts, my dick strains in my sweatpants from not being able to see her bare.
I play with her hard nipples, pinching lightly, teasing and kneading while her back arches under me, her hands flying to grip my shoulders and I groan into her mouth.
"Vincent," she almost moans, my name a sin on her lips like she's praying to the devil himself.
My lips leave a trail of wet open-mouthed kisses down her jaw and neck, my tongue swipes over her inked skin while her back arches further into me. "Yes, my Angel?" I moan, her hands moving down my shoulders to slip inside my hoodie.
