Owned by the Italian Mafia Don: Chapter 14

I knew the panties would be a risk. I had a stash of all-new panties for her to wear. I easily replaced them; I wanted to see her reaction, but I did not expect this. I thought maybe she’d yell at me, maybe throw them at me one by one, call me names, but not her sitting in front of me in a little fucking sundress, her cleavage showing, and her gorgeous pink pussy on display while she drifts her fingers up and down, trying to drive me nuts.

It’s working. My cock is dying to slip inside her tight cunt, and I want to bury myself so deep, she feels me for days. She’ll ache in the deepest parts of her body because of me. I’ll breed her every day and every night until she’s pregnant with my child.

And even after, when she thinks she can leave me when the contract is done, I’ll have her pregnant again.

Because once she is mine, once I claim her, no one else will ever be allowed to have her ever again.

“Don’t you like what you see?” she purrs, knowing damn well she has me hook, line, and sinker.

I don’t bother to hide how hard I am. I have never hidden how much I want her, but I’ve been respecting her boundaries, having patience, being kind, and hoping she’d like me for who I am instead of giving into the contract. I don’t want us to have sex because of the contract.

But damn it, she’s tempting me.

I don’t say anything. I sit and watch her dainty fingers gently caress up and down her pussy. Fuck, she’s pretty. I want nothing more than to get on my knees, lift one leg over my shoulder, and feast on her. I bet she tastes so fucking sweet, so delicious, I’ll never want to stop tasting her.

God, she has no idea what she’s doing to me.

“It looks like you like it.” Her eyes fall to my cock, biting her lower lip.

“I love it,” I admit, watching as she inserts two fingers inside herself.

Her mouth parts and my eyes lock on her sliding her fingers in and out, shining with her nectar. I rub a hand over my mouth, growling as my cock begins to throb with need. I grip it, squeezing the hard length in hopes the small amount of pain will help calm me down.

It doesn’t.

The touch only proves how sensitive I am. I’m ready to come and I’m ready to come again, again, and again.

She has no idea how long I can go, how tired she’ll be, how exhausted she’ll be from the countless orgasms I’ll be able to give from never flagging. Her body will be my instrument, igniting beautiful sounds I’ll never get tired of hearing, and I’ll play every spot that has her moaning my name, arching into me, begging for me until she prays for me to stop.

“Slide another finger in,” I order, turning to walk to my liquor cabinet. I pour a tall glass of scotch and take a deep breath, willing my cock to obey. I’m not sure how much longer I can be graced with her legs spread just to stand there and do nothing.

I chug half before pouring more to top the glass off.

Spinning around, I take my time heading to her. My hand falls on her shoulder and from this angle, I can see her arm moving and her fingers disappearing under her little dress. When our relationship progresses, I’m going to bend her over my desk, lift this dress, and fuck her as she deserves. Then, I’ll fill her with every damn drop and slip a plug inside so my come has no room to escape. It won’t take her long to get pregnant. Not with how many times I’ll be able to come.

“Does that feel good, Tesoro?” I slide my hands through her hair and yank her head back. The smell of her shampoo, strawberries and cream, fills my lungs, and I bury my nose in her hair.

I can’t get enough.

“You think you can come in here and what? Test me? I’m an expert in self-control. What did you expect me to do? Did you expect me to fuck you right here?”

“I—I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Oh, Tesoro,” I chuckle darkly in her ear, pressing a kiss to her neck. “You’re out of your mind if you think I’d fuck you in this office for our first time. I’m going to wreck you,” I sneer almost hatefully. “I’m going to press your body into the bed and explore every inch of your skin. I’m going to learn what makes you crazy, discover the best way to make you come, and enjoy every fucking sound I’m going to take from you. I bet you’re going to sound so pretty when I slide my big cock inside you for the first time. I fucking dream of experiencing that moment, but I won’t take you like this. I know what you’re trying to do, and you almost have me breaking because look at you—” I compliment, growling in her ear as she fucks herself faster, moaning so loud, if anyone is in the rooms on either side of the office they can hear her. “—You are so fucking beautiful. You have no idea how much I crave you, Tesoro.”

“I already,” she licks her lips, her gorgeous cheeks flush with desire. “I already made myself come when I took a shower.”

My eyes nearly shut at the thought of her wet body. “And what did you think about?”

Her ocean eyes become round and she snags her bottom lip with her teeth. “I’ll never tell.”

“You will one day.” I let her go and walk around until I’m in front of the desk again, leaning against it. I sip my whiskey, eyes locked onto her pussy.

She stops, pulling her fingers free and I step forward, grabbing her wrist, and pressing her fingers back inside her. “I didn’t say you could stop,” I tell her then step back.

I want nothing more than to join her, but this is already pushing her boundaries. I want what she is offering, but it isn’t the right time, no matter how much I wish differently.

She continues to fuck herself and I gulp my whiskey, the burn stinging my throat. When I down my drink, I set my glass down a little too hard and it breaks, but I don’t give a fuck.

I squeeze my cock through my pants, wanting nothing more than to free myself and stroke myself until I come all over that pretty cunt. I want to paint it with my come.

Her needy little sounds become more frequent, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath.

“That’s it, come for me, Tesoro. Come for me. Let me watch you fall apart.” I clutch the edge of the desk, digging my blunt nails into the wood. I could come just watching her. She’s a sight to fucking watch and I never want her to wear other panties again. These are the way to go. Easy access. “You’re fucking beautiful. Come on, Rosie. Come for me. Let me see you.”

She tosses her head back, moaning, and to my surprise, she squirts a little bit, soaking her hand and the leather beneath her. “Ari,” she whimpers, removing her fingers from her cunt before rubbing her clit.

So that’s what she likes? Noted.

Another small pulse leaves her after she gives her clit some attention. She sags in the chair, struggling to catch her breath, and her eyes are hooded as if she is drunk. In two large strides, I’m in front of her and I squat, face to face with the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.

I want to lean in and lick her come clean, suck her clit into my mouth until she’s writhing beneath me again.

“What a good girl doing what she’s told,” I praise her, grabbing her hand to remove it from her pussy. Her fingers shine from her come and it’s dripping down her hand. I suck her fingers into my mouth, moaning when her taste bursts across my tongue. When she’s clean, I lick down her palm.

“Ari,” she says my name in shock.

“You taste good, Tesoro, but I bet you taste even better when your come is fresh from the source.”

“Ari.” This time, my name has a slight scolding sound to it with a hint of bashfulness only a virgin could have.

I know she isn’t a virgin, and it only makes me wish I had found her sooner so that it would have been me who was her first.

I tug her dress down to cover her, my mind reeling about how she looks with those panties on.

“Wait, that’s it?”

“What do you mean that’s it?” I ask, standing to my full height.

“What about you?” Her eyes land on my cock, still hard and aching.

“Like I said, I’m patient.”

“But this is what you wanted, right?” she readjusts, sitting forward, and her brows dip before she explodes in anger. “Are you kidding me? You did this. You wanted this. You are the one that ruined all my panties. What did you expect? Why can’t we just get this over with, huh? Then your contract will be complete.”

I know she doesn’t mean what she says. I know because her eyes well with tears.

“No,” I answer. “I don’t want you like this. I don’t want you to offer yourself to me because of the tricks we played on each other. I don’t want you to throw the contract in my face as a reason you do this. I want to earn your trust so maybe you’ll let me fuck you like a husband should.” I snag my blazer from the coat rack, something I haven’t worn in a few days because I can’t stand this sling. And taking it on and off to get dressed is fucking annoying, so I’ve been going around shirtless in sweatpants.

I can do what I want. I’m the boss after all.

I drape the coat over her shoulders and brush a tear that has escaped. “Go get dressed, Rosie.” I’ll have to take care of my cock later because I’m dying for relief. I won’t seek it with her just yet. I need her walls to come down around me more before anything else happen between us.

“You’re unbelievable.” Rosie shakes her head. “I don’t know what you want from me. I just made a fool out of myself for you—”

“Don’t ever call yourself a fool. You aren’t. What just happened was the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. I don’t regret it at all. As I said before, I am not going to push you or rush this. You need to understand I’m in this for the long game not because of some contract.”

“Then why won’t you touch me?”

“Because you aren’t ready,” I say softly. “You want to be and right now, this thing that just happened in the office, you were getting back at me for ruining your underwear. I want things to happen naturally.”

“Well, maybe you lost your chance,” she hisses, rushing out of the room.

She slams the door and I’m left in the room that smells of her. The leather chair is still wet from her orgasm, and I rip off my sling, frustration building, and I pick it up and throw it across the room. I bellow, yelling my impatience. It’s guttural and my throat hurts.

Something stings on my shoulder, and I feel something warm drip. I look down and swipe the clock off my desk in annoyance when I see I’ve ripped my stitches.

I’ll be damned if I lost my chance.

I’m just now earning it.