Mafia's Arranged Princess Bride Book1 King of New York

Chapter 39

Please note this chapter has graphic adult content and words of  degradation.  

Lucky

The fuck? He's just torn my most expensive item of nightwear but holy crap it sends lightning shocks buzzing through my body. I can smell the potent whiskey on his breath and the heat of his hands as he fondles one breast, tweaking my erect nipple that is aching for him to clasp with his mouth.

My insides are quivering, my body is on fire for Nico Santangelo. There is no rationale, I want this man. I am burning up for him. I can see the bulge in his tight, black pants and wonder just how much of his large member, my wet pussy can take. I've never been this soaking for a man, I can literally feel my own wetness and stickiness on my inner thighs.

"I can smell your cunt scent, you must want me so bad, Princess." His voice is low, a growl almost, it's feral. His eyes are so dark I can hardly see the color of his irises anymore. Is he about to come undone in front of me? I bet he's so wound up with longing and desire. I myself feel like I am a bitch in heat. Fuck, I want to ride his face, I want to sit on his rock-hard cock and grind my clit deeply into him and feel an orgasm rushing through my body.

What the holy fuck is wrong with me, I can't stand this man? Everything he represents is wrong, just like my father he is a Don and a man I should not trust. He will use me, abuse me and spit me out like all the other women. No doubt even when he does put that blasted wedding band on my finger, he will fuck other women. That's what billionaire men like Nico Santangelo do. He won't worship the ground I walk on; he won't ever respect me and if I give in to him now, I'll be done for. He'll use me like a whore.

But oh, fuck the thought of him abusing me for his own pleasure, spanking my ass, tying me to the bed, using chains and whips, make me wetter than ever. My body is burning up for him, I feel as if I have a fever for this man.

Everything about him is masculine from his broad shoulders, his muscles in his shoulders and biceps as his body strains against his white button down, dress shirt. He wears two buttons undone; I see the tattoo of a vine as it comes up to the soft bit in his neck. I want to lick it, run my tongue along it.

Nico takes his hand and lifts it to my face, he brushes his thumb along my lower lip, I nip at it causing him to chuckle. "You little vixen you. Is that what you like, Lucky my Princess? To bite? I'll give you fucking something to bite on you mafia's whore."

Why do his dirty, disgusting words turn me on causing fire to burn in my belly, warmth to spread to my chest. My clit wants to be touched. I fist the bedsheets not daring myself to touch my own clit for fear of losing it and coming totally undone in front of Nico.

He lowers his face more to mine, I can feel his breath against my ear sending shivers throughout my body, my nipples on high alert as his shirt brushes them. I jolt with the pleasure and shock. "You will be mine, Princess all mine to do with as I please. I will teach you how to please me and to pleasure yourself." His whispers turn me on, his voice husky and masculine, the scent of his whiskey mixed with a male scent like musk or something, is driving my sense of smell insane.

I come slightly to my senses as my head falls back with desire and longing, he takes hold and supports it with his large, strong hand. "I know how to pleasure myself thanks, Nico. I don't need you to show me. And for your information, I know how to pleasure a man. I've had plenty of practice especially men much older than me."

"Don't ever talk to me about you fucking with other men, Lucky. I do not want to know about what other men have done to you. Do you understand? You are mine, you are my fucking mafia's whore, Princess." His voice is deep, angry almost.

"Why, are you jealous, Nico? Jealous you were not the first to enter my precious pussy?"

"I will be the first to show your cunt true pleasure, you will not have experienced anything until you have my throbbing cock inside your tight cunt. Those men you have fucked don't even know how to handle a woman like you. I on the other hand do." He has a smirk on his face.

"Whatever," I manage to breathe out as he applies pressure with his other hand to my neck, it makes my eyes roll to the back of my head. It feels like he wants to strangle me, his fingers around my neck, but the pressure, holy fuck, the pressure is too much. Instinctively, I move my legs and wrap them around him, lifting my hips. I need the fucking friction on my clit otherwise I will explode.

He helps to lay me down so my head is rested on the two pillows and removes his hand from the back of my head. His other remains on my neck with that delicious pressure that I swear will bring me to orgasm in seconds. I can feel myself so damn wet.

As he roughly rips at the lace thong, I hear the fabric tear. "You need to buy more robust lingerie, Princess." I can't say anything - he has me pinned down with his hand bracing my neck, I nod. My eyes roll back again as my breath comes hard and fast.

He takes the ruined lace and brings it to my mouth, "open your fucking lips." I manage to open my mouth as he takes the lace and rams it fiercely into my mouth. I almost gag. "Suck on your own cunt juice you little whore." I groan, I've never been with such a dirty, filthy talking man before. It heightens everything in my body as I try to squeeze my legs tighter around his waist.

"That will keep your fucking mouth shut with your bratty little comments and talk about other men who've fucked your cunt." With two fingers he shoves them so deep inside me, I try to yelp, my panties obstructing everything. Fuck, I taste good, I can smell my own pussy on them. It's intoxicating, he is intoxicating the way he looks at me, his dark eyes brooding and hooded. I know he must have aching balls.

"Is this what you want, Princess? To be finger fucked? When you beg me like a little whore, then I'll consider giving you my cock. I know how much you're aching for it. I can smell you; I can smell you so much that I can almost taste your cunt at the back of my throat."

I grab at the sheets and begin to thrash my head around, pushing and rocking my hips until I get the friction I want from his fingers. Oh, why, oh, why do I want him so badly? I know I'll regret this once he's done finger fucking me and leaves me like a rag doll until the next time. My tension is so wound up like a tight coil, I can't resist this, I need this. I need to explode all over him.

He rams harder and faster as if he doesn't care that he's hurting me, to be honest, it's so wild I am loving every second of his long, strong fingers as he works at my pussy. In and out, flicking my G-spot all the while palming my clit so I can ride his hand. My hips gyrating like a fucking washing machine going off its spin. Holy fuck, I can feel the wave, it's coming like a tsunami as it takes over and I try to scream but my panties block any sound. My eyes close, my head lolls to the side.

"That's it my Princess, be a good girl for daddy, Nico and fuck my hand so hard and fingers that you lose control. Wet my hand you little whore Princess." His words, his low, gravelly voice, his filthy mouth are too much for me to take as I orgasm all over him, feeling myself literally wetting and squirting.

Nico waits until my legs collapse away from him, flaying to the side and my breathing comes back down to almost normal. "Good girl, next time I'll keep your mouth free so you can beg me for my swollen cock." He removes his fingers and sucks on them. Dear Lord, he's a dirty fucker.

"You ever try to leave me again, Lucky Gianluca, I will tie you up and throw away the key. You will become nothing more than my fuck Princess, my little fuck whore. Do you understand?"

I watch as he turns and strides away from me, leaving me breathless, wet and wanting more.