Dangerous Heart . The Mafia Boss's Love .

Chapter 30

Warning mature content ahead :

Luca

Sienna screamed my name in pleasure as another orgasm tore through her body. We had been living in our own little bubble for the past week, ever since she agreed to be mine. We spent most of our time in my penthouse, only leaving when I had business to attend to or when Sienna had to work. When she was done with her shift, I had Tommy pick her up and bring her straight back to me.

We couldn't keep our hands off each other. Even when she was exhausted or trying to be defiant, I always found a way to have her. She'd protest, begging me not to tie her up, claiming she didn't enjoy it, but her body betrayed her. Her moans betraying her.

Now, I had her bent over the kitchen island. We had been in the middle of making dinner, but Sienna had been giving me attitude ever since she walked in the door after her shift.

I warned her that if she didn't adjust her attitude, there would be consequences. And, as expected, she didn't.

Smack—I brought my hand down hard on her soft, pert ass, and she hissed at the sting. I massaged the area gently to soothe the burn before thrusting into her again, harder this time, feeling the familiar tension of climax approaching.

"Are you going to behave now?" I growled through gritted teeth, struggling to maintain control. I wanted this to last longer; I couldn't get enough of the way her pussy clenched around me. But Sienna was tightening on me with every thrust, making it nearly impossible to hold back.

Smack—I land another slap on her reddened cheek. "Tell me you're sorry," I whisper, leaning over her, my hands snaking beneath her body to grip her shoulders, almost binding us together. The way I hold her makes each thrust more intense, driving the point home.

"I'm sorry," she moans, her face pressed against the counter, hips slapping against the edge. I know she'll have a bruise there by morning. Wanting to switch it up, I spin her around and throw her legs over my biceps. I position myself at her pussy, then grip her wrists and lift her into the air. I slam into her, holding her aloft against me, feeling her every shudder as I fill her.

"Oh god, Luca!" she screams out.

"Are you going to be good?" I grunt, the sight of her breasts bouncing sending me teetering on the edge of release.

"Yes, yes, yes, I'll be good," she moans, her head falling back in ecstasy.

With a few more powerful thrusts, I lose control, releasing inside her with a heavy grunt. She writhes against me, chasing her own high, then stills as her orgasm crashes over her. She pushes against me hard, riding the wave until we both finally come down. I gently place her back onto the counter.

She looks completely spent, her body glistening with sweat, just like mine. She can barely hold herself up.

I chuckle softly at her state.

"Why are you laughing?" she glares up at me, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion.

I raise an eyebrow, leaning into her face. "Is that attitude I'm sensing?"

She quickly shakes her head, breathless. "No..."

"I thought so," I reply, looking down at her with a smirk.

Gently lifting her off the counter, I carry her upstairs to my room. "Go have a shower and change into something comfortable," I tell her, as I place her down, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face. "Come down when you're ready, okay?"

"Okay," she whispers softly, still catching her breath.

I walk out of the room toward the outdoor shower. I needed some fresh air and space to clear my head. If I had stayed and showered with her, I wouldn't have been able to control myself from taking her again. She looked completely wrecked, and I knew she needed a break.