Mafia's Arranged Princess Bride Book1 King of New York

Chapter 19

Lucky

I sense that Nico isn't used to being slapped across the face, I can tell by the look of shock, however, he composes himself quickly. Neither his detail nor his driver say or do anything. Nico presses the button for the privacy screen to go up.

"That Princess will be the first, last and only time you slap me. Do you understand? You will do as I say or I will see to it that you lose all your rights and freedom."

"Fuck. You," I hurl at him my lips missing his on mine. Shit, I hate that I feel this way and more to the point that I enjoyed the warmth of his mouth covering mine, the way his tongue forced itself into mine, not waiting for permission to enter, no just probing in and then biting my lower lip until I am sure he almost drew blood. My heart is racing, and my breathing is erratic.

"Get down on your knees in front of me," he commands me his voice like ice, sending shivers down my spine.

"Are you fucking insane? No way. Get some other whore to get on her knees." I don't have time to think, he grabs my hair in his hands and almost drags me to the ground. I am Lucky Gianluca no man treats me like this, yet there's something hot and sexy in the way that he is urgently forcing me in the cramped space to get on my knees.

Nico unzips his fly and pulls out his angry, enraged cock. The head is almost purple, and I can see the veins running along his shaft, I wet my lower lip and cast my eyes down. My body is tingling with desire, my heart beats faster and my mouth goes dry. "Put it in your mouth and shut the fuck up. Depending how good you can suck me off, will determine if you lose your rights."

He takes his cock and runs it along my lower lip whilst holding my head still with his other hand. I can taste his salty pre-cum, someone is as excited and turned on as I am. How can that be? It's insane, two people who can't stand one another, and I mean can't stand each other as in HATE each other, have wildly beating hearts, pulses pounding to feel the other. My panties are wet, my thighs are becoming sticky, and this has to be the most degrading thing that has ever happened to me. He moves his cock from side to side, I don't open my lips even though my body is begging me to. I will not be captured by my own damn mind.

"Open your mouth." His voice is gruff, deep, and almost gravelly.

"You told me not to." I see him raise his eyebrows, there's a faint indication of amusement on his lips, I can see them slightly curved up, yet his eyes are dark and menacing no longer the icy blue they usually are.

"I told you not to talk, Princess. Now open those plump cherry lips of yours and start sucking." He nudges the middle of my mouth with his cock, I rest my hands on his toned, hard thighs imagining what he looks like naked, I am guessing his body is a powerhouse of pure muscle, hours spent in a gym, working relentlessly to make himself strong, powerful, mean.

I hold back a groan as he begins to move his hips to force entry. "I will claim that pretty mouth of yours, Princess make no mistake about it."

"This is degradation." I hiss at him even though my mouth is salivating for more of his cock, more of his pre-cum. The pressure is solid in my ears, I feel alight, my nipples are straining in my flimsy bra.

Nico takes my head, fisting my hair, he's hurting me as he rams my face onto him, my nose bashing against his groin as I have no choice but to open my mouth and allow him in. He groans and shifts then thrusts his large, thick cock down the back of my throat. I sting his thighs digging my nails into his pants, he does nothing but bucks again, forcing me to take more of his hardness, I can taste the saltiness, my clit throbs and aches. I need my pussy filling, desperation is flooding my body, it's raw and on edge, every nerve ending is screaming to be touched.

Nico grabs my hair tighter, it pulls at the top of my forehead, I shouldn't like this, I should be disgusted, yet for some strange reason one I cannot fathom out, I am liking every moment of it. I must be sick, maybe I'm sicker than I thought. He's the one doing this to me, I never lose control, I never want a man's cock not like this, it's the first time everything is screaming at once for his touch.

"You like that, you little whore? You will be my whore-princess, Lucky Gianluca, for me to do with as I want when I want. I bet your cunt is wet and soaking for me to fuck it, isn't it?" I don't give him any indication as he thrusts his cock in and out of my mouth, he slips a hand onto mine and removes it from his thigh and clasps it around the base of his cock. Then he starts moving my hand up and down, making me grip firmer, harder, until he moans out. The guttural sound does something to my insides, as my stomach flutters, he's enjoying it, he's getting off on the power he has over a Gianluca, mostly me, the only daughter to Franck Gianluca who started as a bootlegger at just thirteen tender years of age, being taken in by his boss Luciano.

Oh, God the way he says the word cunt it's a heinous word yet as it rolls off his tongue it sends shivers down my spine, why oh why am I loving the sound of it? He makes it sound so dirty and since when am I liking that?

"Grip my cock harder, and use your other hand to squeeze my balls, they're tight and full. I'm nearly ready to shoot my hot cum down the back of your throat." His voice is gruff. I should spit it out at him when he does, that will teach him to use me like his little whore. Fuck that shit, I am not his whore, only part of me wants to taste him, to swallow him and show him just how good I am at deep throating. The back of my mouth accommodates his width, I can feel him beginning to pulse as he releases his hand from over mine, his hips coming up faster and faster, his balls are tight full of cum just for me, for my mouth that awaits his release. The spit and dribble from my mouth trickles down over my fingers, I make no notion to wipe it away.

He must sense my need as he moves his leg slightly just enough to fit it between my legs, I almost jump in the air with the sensation of his hard leg against my clit. My body begins to move, I have some friction for my clit to rub on. I don't care that I'm on my fucking knees in the back of a limo with Nico practically pulling my hair, that his hips are thrusting harder and faster, deeper down the back of my throat causing me to drool and to gag until I feel like I'm going to retch. He's smacking right at the back of my throat. All I care about is rubbing against his leg.

"You're like a needy fucking bitch on heat, look at you riding my leg you dirty little fucking cunt." Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him what he's doing to me. I don't care right now, all I care about is having my orgasm, the feeling is overriding anything else, I'll explode if I can't satisfy my greedy little clit, it's aching so bad that my mind wants Nico to throw me over on the seat in front and fuck me, I want him to fuck me so hard that I can feel his huge cock coming up the back of my throat.

"You want it don't you Lucky Gianluca? I can feel the heat of your sex on my leg, I can smell your neediness, your wet cunt wanting and begging for me to shove my raging cock inside of you. But I won't."

The bastard, I hate him, I hate him with a passion for making me feel like this for taking total control over my body and my mind. I'm almost possessed by him and there isn't a damn thing I can do about it right now, my pussy rubs and rubs, gyrating on his shin as his hips thrust harder causing my nose to be bashed. Nothing matters I want his explosion in my mouth, I want the release to stop my clit from throbbing and aching so badly. "When you beg me to fucking ride you, Lucky Gianluca, then and only then will you have my cock."

If my mouth wasn't full of his hot sperm shooting down the back of my throat as I gag and swallow, some dripping out of my mouth onto my hands onto his groin, I'd tell Nico Santangelo where to fucking go.