Page 58 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

For a split second, there’s a change in Luca’s appearance. It is almost like he cares as he wipes away my tears, so gently, and caresses my face. Of course, it doesn’t take long for his icy eyes to return. He just stands up, about to leave, when he stops. He suddenly storms back to me, drags me up by my clothes and rips them off my body.

He holds up both of my hands with just one of his and he pushes me to the bed, holding my hands above my head.

He looks really scary and, at the same time, extremely hot from here. He leans in and I feel the hotness and wetness of his tongue on my nipple.

A moan almost escapes my mouth, but I’m determined not to allow myself to enjoy this.

He positions himself to kneel over me while one hand still holds both my hands, and his other hand wanders my body as wildlyand roughly as possible. He trails his tongue from my neck down my cleavage and straight to my belly button.

I no longer have control over my body as my body arcs to meet his movement.

With one swoop, he tosses me onto my stomach and spreads my thighs wide, like he intends to tear me in half. His hands no longer hold mine but I can’t stop this anymore. A moan falls from my lips.

“What a fucking view,” he groans in his deepest tone. It makes my pussy throb.Ughhh…

Oh, fuck... I hate that I enjoy how he fucks me. How damn good he makes me feel. I know now, as much as I want to hate this, I want it. I want it bad.

The feeling of his skillful tongue and finger inside me is both rough and highly sensual. I can feel my wetness dripping onto my thighs and I can also feel him licking it off.

“Luca... don’t stop.”

“You know you’re at my mercy so you don’t get to order me around here, Princess.”

He stops the movement of his tongue and finger inside me.

It causes an ache in my core.

“Beg me to fuck you, Gianna.”

I bite my bottom lip, almost regretting this was part of my plan, because the way he makes me feel distracts me from all those plans.

“Beg me, I said!”

His voice is firm and vibrates near my core. I feel the waves as his lips are close to my pussy.

“Please, please fuck me.”

He starts to move his finger inside me again. Faster and deeper now.

It’s driving me insane. I’m screaming at the top of my lungs. I hope no one hears me.

“Good girl.”

He attempts to pull away while I remain on the bed, and worried he is going to leave me on the brink of another orgasm, I clench my thighs tighter around him to make him stay.

My hands clench on the bed sheets as hard as possible while panting heavily in a futile attempt to catch my breath.

He chuckles, and gets up anyway.

I hear the sound of his belt unbuckling and his pants dropping, but before I can turn to see what’s going on, he holds me down with one hand and uses the other to guide my waist up. He bends me over and he just slips in.

“I want you to remember this.”

It feels like I’ve been rammed with a truck and it carries an equal amount of pain and pleasure; he slams himself into me with no mercy or plans of stopping for what feels like forever.

“I was the first man to take your sweet pussy and I will be the only one to do so... ever. You get that in your brain?”

“Y... yes!” I moan and grunt at the top of my voice, clenching the bed sheets stronger than before as I feel each and every inch of him inside my body.

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