Dark Mafia Heir: Chapter 12

The taste of Vivienne on the tip of my tongue is divine. She’s delicious in an intoxicating way, and I can’t get enough of her.

Her nails dig into my flesh, and her legs curl around me. She pushes herself up against me, buckling her hips and spreading her legs wider. Her moans are soft and sensual, and my dick twitches almost painfully to every sound that she makes.

Sliding my tongue out of her and gliding it over her clitoris, I push a finger inside her and watch in amusement as her face contorts with pleasure.

She’s enjoying this, and it fills me with a sort of satisfaction I’ve never felt before. I’ve never felt this anxious about pleasuring a woman, never been this desperate to make any woman enjoy my touch before now.

But it’s different with Vivienne. I’d be satisfied just watching the sheer pleasure tearing up her emerald eyes.

She jerks forward when I push up another finger inside her and curl it up to her G-spot. Her jaw falls open, and she gasps for air—for my name. “Antonio.”

“Who does this pussy belong to?” I ask, peering into her eyes.

Those beautiful emerald, green globes bore into mine with the intensity of wildfire. “It’s…” Her chest heaves, her nipples hardening even more. “It’s yours.”

“Good girl,” I purr, drowning in the taste of her. I’m fucking high and thirsty to stretch her out with my cock. “Whose body is this?”

“Yours,” she whispers under her breath.

“I want to hear you say my name, gattina. Who do you belong to?”

“You… Antonio.” She lets out a cry of pleasure as I press my tongue firmly on her clitoris and start to pump her with my fingers. She’s fucking wet. “I belong to Antonio Mancini.”

I groan at the way she calls my name, like it’s a blend of whiskey and sin. I want to hear her scream my name when I break into her and fuck her like the world is about to end. “Flaunt what belongs to me like that again, and I’ll kill every man that looks your way, Vivienne.”

Her moans grow more desperate. “I won’t. I think I’m… I’m coming to come.”

“Come for me, baby.” I pull out my fingers and thrust them inside her again while my tongue dances aggressively with her sensitive organ. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

She cries out as her orgasm sears through her. Her grip on my hair tightens, and I throw my arms around her to keep her steady as she starts to jerk.

I lick off her orgasm before I raise myself to my feet and carry her to the bed. Pulling my pants down, I crawl on top of her and kiss her ravenously, feeding her the taste of her juices.

She snakes her arms around me and kisses me harder.

Her teeth gently nibble at my bottom lip, and I groan into the kiss. Her taste still lingers on my tongue, and I want more. I want to feel her under me, around me. I want to possess every inch of her body.

Lifting myself up slightly, I position myself at the entrance of her wet, eager pussy.

She looks up at me with eyes burning with desire and a hint of fear, as if she’s not entirely sure what’s about to happen.

But I don’t give her time to think too hard about it – with one swift motion, I thrust myself inside her, causing her to cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

I stop moving to look at her. “Does it hurt too much?”

She opens her eyes. The tears in them make me want to freeze. The thought of causing her pain is somehow unbearable. It’s something I’ve never felt before now. “It does, but don’t stop. Please don’t.”

I lean in and start to kiss her again, and then I push inside her with one powerful thrust.

She screams, breaking our kiss as tears run down her cheeks. She looks so vulnerable and in pain, and it completely breaks a part of me. I would stop if she wanted me to, but she held me tighter, urging me to go on.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper as I pepper kisses down her neck and chest.

She shakes her head. “It hurts, but I’m enjoying it too. I want it. Don’t slow down.”

Her eyes lock with mine, her emerald gaze filled with a hunger that matches my own. I thrust deeper, matching the rhythm of our breaths and the sounds of our flesh slapping together.

After a moment, her moans are filled with nothing but pleasure.

“Fuck me, Antonio,” she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. “Don’t go easy on me.”

I oblige, slamming into her with all my strength, our bodies slick with sweat and passion. I’m lost in the sensation of being inside her, feeling her tremble beneath me.

Her nails dig into my back, leaving small red marks that I know will fade within a day or two. Her grip is strong and assertive, and I can feel her heart pounding against my chest as we kiss, the intensity of our passion seeming to grow with each passing moment.

As I continue to thrust into her, her moans grow louder and more desperate. Her emerald eyes are locked onto mine, filled with a raw, primal desire that only fuels my own hunger.

I can feel the tension building within me, the pleasure coursing through my veins like wildfire. The thought of climaxing inside her makes my cock twitch even more, and I know that this is what I’ve been waiting for all this time.

A fiery need takes over me. I want to possess her completely, to feel every part of her body shaking and moaning under my touch. The thought of her wanting it as much as I do sends a wave of exhilaration through me.

I pick up the pace, feeling myself nearing my release. She whimpers, her eyes wide and wild, as if she’s not sure she can take anymore, but instead of slowing down, I intensify the rhythm.

“Antonio!” she cries out, “I’m going to come again.”

Her words send a jolt of electricity through me, making me slam into her harder. My fingers are gripping her ass tight, but it’s still not enough. I need more contact, more friction. More of her.

“Come for me,” I whisper in her ear, my voice low and filled with lust. “I want you to come with my cock inside you, baby.”

Her walls clenches around my dick, her legs curling tighter around me. She screams out my name as she comes once again, her muscles clamping down on me fiercely.

The sound of her moan, along with the way her body shudders beneath me, drives me over the edge.

I groan when my orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, and I thrust harder and deeper into her than ever before.

Her muscles contract around me, milking me of every drop of cum I have inside me until I start to soften inside her.

As her orgasm subsides, she wraps her legs around me tighter, holding me close as our breaths began to slow down.

I kiss her forehead, and then her lips. I can’t get enough of this woman—my wife, and as much as I want to deny it, I know this is not just sex. I’m getting addicted to this woman; I feel possessive and protective over her as well, as if I could burn the world down just for her, which is strange because I’ve never felt anything like that before.

Not just because she is my prisoner, but because of a deeper emotion I don’t understand.

She lets out a breath. “That was better than I expected.”

“What did you expect?” I ask, curling her hair around my finger.

She shrugs and thinks for a moment. “I don’t know. Maybe I just didn’t think I would enjoy it as much as I did.” Her cheeks turn red with embarrassment. “I need to wash up.”

What a smart way to change the topic.

I pull out of her, and for the first time, I notice the trail of blood between her thighs and how my cock is covered in blood, her blood. I took her virginity tonight, and I’ve marked her as mine.

She can’t escape from me now. But regardless of all I have taken from this woman, I know there’s a part of her that will always hate me. There’s a part of her that will never be mine.

I’ll never have her heart.

An alarm goes off in my head, and memories of Dante’s lifeless body flash before my eyes. I don’t need her heart. All I need is to find Dante’s killer.

Rising to my feet, I throw a blanket over her. “Don’t move.”

She sits up, clutching the blanket to her chest and looking confused. “What is wrong?”

I smirk. “You’ll find out soon.”

Picking up my phone from the pocket of the pants I was wearing, I take three pictures of her. She throws her hand over her face to block it out, but it’s too late.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she barks.

“Proof of life for daddy dearest.” I find Peter’s number and forward the pictures to him. “I wonder what he’ll think when he sees them.”

She glares at me with so much spite that I feel my chest tighten. I hate it when she gives me that look. “Is that why you did what you did? Just say you can take pictures and torment my father with them?”

A pang of guilt makes my pulse race, but I don’t let it deter me. I don’t have to explain anything to her. “Will it make it better if I say no?”

Her eyes glisten with tears, and she shakes her head. “It won’t. I blame myself. I must’ve forgotten how much of a bastard you are.”

My phone buzzes with an incoming call. It’s Peter.

“Go get cleaned up,” I tell her. “Your daddy might need another picture before he agrees to my terms.”

“Asshole,” she spits at me. She wraps the duvet around herself and starts for the bathroom. Each step she takes is slow and calculated, as if she’s in so much pain.

I can’t take it anymore, so I stride over to her and lift her into my arms. Surprisingly, she doesn’t fight me. She allows her to lower her into the bathtub and fill it up with water.

Minutes later, she’s done bathing and falls asleep.

I take a shower and go to my study to tend to business.

The first thing I do is call Peter back. I can bet on my life the old man is raging and thinking of all the ways he can kill me. Unfortunately for him, I am not that easy to get rid of.

It rings just once, and he answers immediately, as if he was waiting for me to call back. “What did you do to my daughter?”

“Do you want me to go into details?” I muse. “It’ll take a while, and you might die of a heart attack before I get to the main part.”

“Antonio—”

“What part do you want to hear first?” I ask, cutting him off. “The part where I slid my ring into her finger… Or would you rather hear how it felt to be inside her.”

“I’ll kill you,” he growls with so much rage and threat in his voice. “I’ll find you, and I will make you die in a miserable way.”

I huff out a mocking laughter. “Not if I kill your daughter first.”

“I won’t let you off if you harm her.”

Another chuckle escapes my lips. “I don’t think you understand me, Peter. Now, let’s start over. You’re not in the position to make threats or even be angry. If you want your daughter safe, all you have to do is tell me what I want to know.”

There’s a moment of silence as if he’s considering and weighing between his pride and his daughter’s life. “What do you want to know?”

“Who killed Dante and why?”

He sighs heavily. “I can tell you anything but that. They’ll come for my entire family if I tell you, I can’t risk it.”

There’s a knock on the door. Lorenzo and Luca walk inside. Lorenzo sits on the mesh chair across my desk, and Luca rests his back against the wall, folding his arms and watching me.

“I see,” I drawl. “You’re afraid of whoever it is. But you see, I lost something, and I have nothing else to lose. You know the type of man you should fear? The one who has nothing to lose.”

He remains tight-lipped, my clue that he’s not going to give up the answer easily. It looks like I went through the stress of kidnapping Vivienne and forcing her into marrying me for nothing.

Either way, I intend to get my answer, and I don’t give a flying fuck if I have to force it out of his fucking mouth.

“You have three days to give me the answer I need, or I’ll torture your daughter each day. I’ll tear her apart limb by limb until there’s nothing left,” I threaten, keeping my tone low and icy. “When I am done with her, and there’s nothing left, I’ll come for your other daughter and make you watch as I kill her.”

“Antonio—”

I hang up before he can finish. I already know men like Peter enough to predict he’s trying to negotiate, not give up whoever is behind Dante’s death.

“That fucker won’t talk, will he?” Luca says, his eyes burning with as much rage as the one I feel in my gut.

I rise to my feet and grab my car key from the table. “Select two guards to watch Vivienne. She must not be left unsupervised.”

I’m about to walk out of the door when Lorenzo’s voice brings me to a halt. “Are you really going to torture her?”

That question makes me feel like I’ve just been hit with a sledgehammer. Swallowing suddenly becomes too hard. “I’ll do whatever I have to.”

But deep down, a part of me knows I’ll never be able to hurt her. And I’ll kill anyone who dares to.