Mafia's Devil part 41

Long chapter!

It has been a week, and I’ve hardly left the bedroom. Luciano has kept me here, corrupting me. I’ve turned into another woman, moaning and begging for his ministrations. Every night, before we go to sleep, he visits all the crevices in my pussy that he has mapped out. Tracing and sucking me, slipping a finger in to stretch me out.

He’s been teasing me about fucking me with two fingers, but only if I’m ‘a good girl.’ That means sucking his dick until he cums all over my chest or face. I’m more than eager to please.

He has been lovey-dovey of me during the day, regardless if someone is watching by pulling me into his arms, lifting me off the ground, and kissing me until I forgot what planet I’m on. He’s loving when I’m sleeping, too, often waking me up with his face between my thighs.

I’ve been on cloud nine.

I’ve been in and out of my new restaurant, too. I still can’t believe he secretly repaired it for me. I’ve been so busy keeping track of this new, crazy life.

Manny has been beside me the whole time. We’ve been decorating the interior, buying the stoves and cooking supplies, and creating a schedule for reopening.

Raelynn got in touch with me. I was happy to hear that things were going well with Maksim, and that they survived the mess I caused between them. I invited her to eat dinner, and we joked that the restaurant would catch fire a second time if Luciano and Maksim shared the room.

My father stopped trying to contact me. I think his radio silence is a good thing. He’s processing this new change in my life, and although I miss him, I’m going to let him heal. I need the space to do the same.

“Baby?” I open the door to Luciano’s office, welcoming myself in.

I instantly realize my error. There are three men— one with a face tattoo, standing in front of Luciano’s desk. I look like an idiot wearing my ‘kiss the chef’ apron, and holding a printed spreadsheet in my hand. I came in here to request a loan to make further renovations to the restaurant, but instead I’m getting gnawed at.

“I’m over here, gentlemen,” Luciano scowls. I know that voice. He’s pissed off.

Quickly, I close the door and walk to our bedroom. The exchange reminded me of when I found him in my father’s office all those months ago. It’s a bittersweet memory.

I take my apron off and mess around with numbers, trying to find the best payment plan. I don’t think Luciano would be an asshole and charge me interest for the loan.

The door opens, and I don’t have to look back to know it’s Luciano. Based on his heavy footsteps, he’s still ready to combust.

“What crawled up your ass?” I ask, finally making eye contact.

“Don’t sass me, Karine. Not right now,” he grunts. He throws his suit jacket across the room and sits on the edge of the bed.

“Well, I did nothing wrong, so I don’t appreciate your bullshit mood.”

“Nothing wrong? You walked into my office in those ridiculous tiny shorts of yours. You flashed the ass that’s supposed to be mine to those sleazy pieces of shit. I want you to get rid of those shorts. All of them.”

Oh, give me a break. I won’t hear any of this.

“Right, because I knew they were in there and planned the whole encounter. Are you serious with this toxic jealousy? Just because I let you put the tip of your dick in me doesn’t mean you own my body. This is supposed to be my home, and I will be comfortable in it. If you have a problem with it, then I know where the door is.”

His lips twitch, and he stands at his full height. I stand up from the bed, too, because I’m not going to let him try to intimidate me with his height so easily. If he wanted a woman that would be at his beck and call, then he proposed to the wrong chihuahua.

The tension in here is thicker than the bulge in front of Luciano’s pants. The confusing, frustrating bastard is getting aroused. I don’t know if it’s the argument that’s having this effect on him, or the sight of me in shorts.

After a minute, his shoulders relax, and he runs a hand through his hair.

“I got ahead of myself,” he admits. “I was just jealous.”

“Damn right you were.”

He closes the space between us, cupping my hips. “Let me make it up to you. Lay back on the bed.”

I know exactly what he has in his mind, so I step back. “No. Keep your dirty mouth away from me.”

“Oh, baby, that’s not what you were saying last night when I got you on your hands and knees and sucked your clit from behind.”

“Luciano!” I groan, embarrassed, although every word is true.

I change the topivc. “We have more important things to do.” I declare. I walk to the bed and pick up my spreadsheet. “Here. I wanted to run some numbers with you. I need to borrow this amount, since my savings are short.”

He frowns, not even looking at the paper. “Borrow?” he spits the word.

“Yes. A loan. I’ll pay you back in a year.”

He looks offended and disgusted all at once. “You think I can’t provide for you? Is that it?”

His voice is raising. This is ridiculous. We just overcame the argument of the shorts, and now we’re going to rip each other’s eyes out over money.

“I know you can provide plenty.”

Dick, money, and guns. He has it all.

“This isn’t about you,” I assure. “I want to pay you back with my hard work.”

“No.” He counters instantly. “What kind of a bitch would I be if I can’t give my girl…” he snatches the paper and scans it. “One hundred and thirty thousand dollars?”

I shake my head. “Most men don’t gift that amount of money to their fiance. I’m not making an unreasonable request.”

“I’m not like most men!” he booms back.

“Well, I’m not like most of the women you dated who only took and never gave. And you won’t turn me into one of them. I’m going to keep my values. I’ll work, and I’ll do what I please with my money, like paying my debts. You’ve done enough. I’m grateful, but I refuse to take more.”

His hands rake his hair again, making a mess. “Karine, don’t you dare compare yourself to my past. Those were women I was seeing(i), not marrying! What good is my money if I can’t give you comforts and happiness? Why is it so hard for you to just be my wife?”

“Because I’m not your wife. Not yet. And your constant urge to dominate me is making it really hard to want to marry you.”

I regret the words as soon as I’m done speaking. They came out in the heat of the moment. I love Luciano and although we have bumps like these, I love him.

His face blanks, and he turns around to leave the room. I jump after him and hug him from behind.

“I didn’t mean that, I promise. I just got frustrated. I’ll let you pay for the renovations, okay? Just this once. But I can’t say it will always be like this.” I’ve caved, because I’m beginning to learn that it’s not important to win every time, and that keeping scores only makes us take steps backward.

“Do you want to marry me? Are you sure about this?”

I hate that I’ve made him question my stance.

“I was going to go dress shopping with Raelynn after having lunch with you, her, and Maksim. I wanted to cook for you all. What do you think?”

He turns, picks me up, and sets me on his lap. “Don’t say things like that again, Karine. I was ready to go outside and kill a man.”

“I’ll try. But damn, you make me crazy.”

He nods. “I’m happy you’re finally ready to plan for the wedding.”

“It will be small. I don’t want anything fancy.”

“I don’t give a fuck who comes as long as you, the priest, and I, are there.”

I smile. “So about the lunch…?”

“Lunch with Maksim? That’s a terrible idea. I’ll paint the white walls red with his blood.”

“I’ll have a medic on-scene in case you two go at it,” I offer.

He chuckles. “Good thinking.”

“So…”

“So?” he replies.

I widen my eyes and pout. “Can you do something for me?”

“Of course, baby. Name it.”

“I’m ready for two. Can you give them to me?”

He laughs. “Yes, babe. I’ll stretch your little pussy out.”

I’m a very happy girl as he lays me on my back and pulls my shorts off. I spread my legs as wide as they go, shivering when he blows cool air into my pussy and then warms me by blanketing me with his scorching tongue.

Sounds slip past my lips to fill the room. As he eats me out, his middle finger circles my entrance before slowly sinking in. I pant at the ceiling, feeling a familiar feeling bubble low in my belly.

A second digit is pressed onto my entrance. I groan, feeling fuller than ever before. Luciano notices and becomes more frantic with his licking. The fingers he has in me curl repeatedly, as if searching for the button to undo me. He doesn’t have to search for long.

I take one look between my legs, find him looking dead into my eyes, feel his thick fingers curl upwards, and it’s enough to have me shouting “fuck!” and convulsing on his mouth and fingers.

a/n: TWO CHAPTERS REMAIN! I’m updating Drakkon next