LORENZO
Maria...
The one and only daughter of Michel Divetto. She was not the princess they all said she was.
"Oh- fuck, Lorenzo~ I think- mh~" she moaned as all reason left her body, allowing herself to be jerked back and forth by my strokes...
Princesses don't make those sounds. Princess don't beg to be fucked. Yet this one... she's proved she's not just a princess.
Maria Divetto, huh.
I fiddled with the metal band on my finger, thoughts of her clouded my mind, wondering endlessly what went through hers when she first walked into my office. What she thought as I undressed her, as I kissed her, devoured her, fingered her and fucked her. I wondered if she knew it was me.
I paused at the thought. Did she?
I would be surprised if she did, but I'd be more surprised if she didn't. Unless she was pretending, now that would not have been so surprising. Many women, seductresses and whores, would try day in and day out to get to me. Working for whichever man or woman wanted me dead.
It only ended in more people wanting my head, because those women all looked the same. Short dresses, dyed hair, thick lashes and heavy lipstick. But Maria?
Oh, the princess didn't even try.
Memories of it all had me growing in my pants. I couldn't care less that I was intoxicated, the gin on her lips tasted so fucking amazing. And I'd take her again and again, even if it killed me.
"Don Lorenzo?" A voice called from the door of the boardroom. My eyes shot towards the culprit, revealing the panicked face of a capo regime of mine, Fillipo Ceci.
"Ceci, che cosa?" I inquired as adjusted my position. Ceci stalked in with men behind him and my family following after.
As he took a seat at the opposite end of the table, the seats in between were filled by everyone else. "I have received news from my men that Divetto..."
He trailed off, bringing his shaking hands onto the table as he moved to the edge of his seat. His features were filled with pure concern.
"What about Divetto?" The subject attracted my attention at the mere mention of the name. Why?
Oh, you know why.
Ceci sighed, hesitant with a quivering lip as he looked down at the table as if disappointed in himself.
"Get on with it," my consigliere, Leona, edged him on. Sitting with folded arms and tapping her foot on the floor, her patience was running thin. Not that the woman had any.
"They took him...the Russians," Ceci finished, allowing for gasps to flow through the room from my people. "I wanted to intervene, but they had trained fighters and my men are new, just soldiers. They even took little Maria—"
"What?" I cut him off, shaking my head and waving my fingers in the air. "Maria?"
I could feel the eyes of Leona stabbing into my side.
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Maria |18+
Romance"Cazzo-" I breathed out, squeezing my eyes shut to try and remember what the hell my name was and how much I wanted to hear him moan it in my ear. It came to me but as I was about to speak, he used a finger to gently graze my clit making me whimper...
