Mafia's Devil part 25

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I follow Luciano and round the vehicle to slip into the passenger seat. My soaked panties feel colder, but I’m not sure if it’s the icy wind that makes it feel that way, or my shame.

I click the seatbelt on and cross my arms over my chest, fearing Luciano could see my peaked nipples through my bra.

The car starts rolling, and the heater is put on blast. I keep my arms right where they are and ignore Luciano’s blatant stare.

“Do you want my shirt?” he asks.

“What?”

“You’re cold. I can give you my shirt if you need it.”

“I’m cold because you kidnapped me from my car where I had plenty of clothes, and left my guard out to die.”

“I only knocked him out, and I told you I would replace your clothes.”

He’s making this about money, as if lost clothes are what I really care about.

“How about you replace my freedom by letting me go?” I suggest.

“No. We have things we need to talk about.” His glare focuses on my hand. “Put your ring back on.”

“It’s not my ring!”

“Yes, it is. I gave it to you. I put it on your damn finger and it is supposed to stay there.”

I’m considering scratching his eyes out when the wheels of the car jerk once they slide on an icy patch. We only seem to lose control for a second, but it’s enough to send my heart to my throat.

Luciano’s hand jumps to my belly to pin me down, although I’m already wearing a seatbelt. He slowly drives away from the icy patch of road, his hand still on me.

“Are you alright?”

“No,” I pant. “We’ve been over this already. I’m kidnapped and pissed, so I’m not fine.”

His thumb moves back and forth in a soothing manner, and I clutch his enormous wrist in two hands. I don’t want comfort from this man that just ate me out until I came so hard I became dehydrated. I said my goodbyes to him and my plans already. Now, I want a mountain between us.

Instead of addressing his latest crime, he changes the topic. “Who were you going to meet with in Canada?”

“Oh, my— stop asking that. It doesn’t concern you.”

“Yes, it does. Hurry and answer me, Karine.”

I stop replying just to piss him off.

“Karine.”

I toss the ring at the windshield and stare out the window. Luciano huffs like the neanderthal he is and keeps driving.

Snow continues to accumulate outside. It’s warm in the vehicle, but the conditions are becoming more hazardous. I can only hope my guard is awake and made it to safety.

This is the last straw. Luciano really called for a bloodbath by overstepping his line. A kidnapping and an engagement ring, really? What is he playing at?

We ride steadily for a few more miles. He drives right past a town, which confuses me since we’re supposed to be seeking shelter from the snow.

“You missed the town.”

“I know,” he says. “Can’t stay there. That’s the first place Maksim would search.”

“He wouldn’t be looking for me if I wasn’t missing.”

“Keep talking and the next orgasm I give you will make you mute.”

My jaw locks in place, because I know he would follow through with the promise. My pride and panties have suffered enough for today.

He drives until he finds a town small enough to his liking. There’s a motel here, and about three businesses. Maksim will find me, but it will take him a while to stumble into this place.

Luciano parks and takes the ring from the dashboard where I tossed it. He gives me a look. “Behave.”

“Kiss my ass.” I slip out of the car and slam his door shut, disappointed that the window didn’t shatter.

I stomp into the motel to get away from the cold and the icy man behind me. A tall pile of snow blocks access to the sidewalk.

“Go on, then. If you’re so eager to get ahead of me, then get over the snow,” Luciano taunts from beside me. He knows I can’t, though. I would have to walk all around the block to find a way in. My legs are too short to make it over the pile, while the tall brute wouldn’t stumble over it.

“Fine. I’ll walk around,” I harrumph while fighting the clatter of my teeth. My body is nearing frostbite, but my irritation keeps me warm.

Luciano’s arm comes around my waist and hoists me to his side. He steps over the snow while clinging to me, his much longer legs eating up the distance in a second.

He sets me down on the sidewalk, and instead of thanking him, I roll my eyes and enter the motel. The clerk gives me a double-take, or maybe it’s to the leering beast behind me.

Luciano takes my hand and tugs me toward the front desk.

“Need a room,” he says, throwing a card and an ID that’s probably fake.

“Right…” the old man’s eyes trail to mine, and then to my bare arms. “Are you alright, sweetheart? How old are you?”

“Old enough,” I sigh. “I’m just short.”

I would love to be a normal girl who could get the cops involved, but my very father is a criminal. The most amount of policing I can afford is Maksim.

“Do you have ID? Do you want me to call the cops?”

Luciano squeezes my hand.

“No need to call them. Listen, I’m good, but thank you for looking out. I lost my purse since my car broke down and my buddy here gave me a ride. If you turn us away, we’ll have to sleep in the car.”

The brave clerk looks back at Luciano and slowly reaches for the cards.

“Alright now. Do you want two beds?”

“Yes,” I answer.

“One,” Luciano counters.

“If we get one, you’re sleeping in the tub.” I pry my hand from his.

“That answers it,” the elder decides. “Two beds it is.” He processes the card in quick swipes and returns them.

“Call if needed, sweetheart. Name’s Tom. You’ll be in room 202.”

“She’ll be fine,” Luciano interjects. “Send dinner up to the room.”

“Thanks, Tom.” I rub my hands up my arms and go up the steps with Luciano following. My numb toes slowly regain feeling through a pins-and-needles sensation.

I’m tired and moody, and now I have to share a room with the cause of my distress.

After the second flight of steps, we find the door 202. Luciano unlocks it, and I rush to turn on the heater. I sit by the window and watch the snow trickle. I’m supposed to be out there, conducting business and moving my life along, but here I am playing prisoner.

The bed dips when Luciano sits beside me. “Come here. You’re cold.” I’m pulled onto his lap, and his bare chest presses against my back.

“You’re really asking for it.” I raise my hand, ready to strike, because I’m really out of fucking patience here.

Luciano expects it and takes my hand. I’m afraid I’m becoming predictable. Luciano makes me a simple, angry Chihuahua.

He shoves the ring back into my finger, apparently not caring he put it on the wrong hand, and hugs me from behind so my arms are pinned down.

I squirm. “Get your filthy fucking hands—”

“Unless you want to sit on a hard, ten-inch dick, then I recommend you stop moving.”

Say less.

I freeze in his arms, and he exhales. His jaw rests on the crown of my head, and I’m officially pinned.

“You’ll marry me. I’ll fund the reconstruction of your restaurant.”

“I don’t need such a petty bribe. What do you want? To fuck me?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know. I just know that I can’t let you get tied off to some baby-faced dick-shrimp.” His breathing becomes heavier, as if talking about his emotions is exhausting.

“Just say yes and stop fighting me, because I’ll get what I want.”

“Like hell—”

He groans and tips my head back, shoving his tongue into my mouth. He’s slick and wet, invasive and hot. I push at his chest, but then he gently caresses my belly and cups my jaw with his free hand. The gesture is so unlike him that my heart stutters.

Somewhere along my ovaries having a stroke, I began to kiss him back. I braid our tongues together like the fool I am, lost in his strength and scent.

His arms warm me quicker than any heater ever could. The hand at my belly trails up, slipping under my shirt until finding my right breast. I don’t have much on my chest, so I typically wear sports bras. My small chest is an insecurity I’ve never been able to shake off.

Acting on instinct, I cover his hand with mine and pull it away.

“What is it?” Luciano groans, lips trailing up my jawline.

“Not there.” I swallow hard and wait for him to humiliate me.

His lips find my nose, forehead, and his hand slowly retreats back to my belly. He pushes my chin aside and locks his lips on my neck. My body jerks when he reaches a sensitive spot, my pussy creaming.

Is it possible to orgasm just from this?

Before I can find out, Luciano lays back and pulls me with him. We’re on the bed, and he has me tucked into his side.

I begin to sit up.

“Sleep, Karine. We’ve both had a long day. Save your energy.”

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