Page 59 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

Suddenly, he stops and I collapse flat on the bed.

Thinking it’s over, I gasp as he flips me on my back and rubs my clitoris with his middle and index fingers while his other hand caresses my breasts violently.

Then he shoves his dick, in its entirety, inside of me, replacing his fingers, and leaving my body throbbing in pain.

The room is filled with the sound of my moans and his grunts, as well as the nostalgic smell of sex and sweat.

My legs begin to shake in no time as he continues to ram his thick shaft into me at a dangerous pace, increasing his thrusts till he reaches my deepest parts.

I’m a mess as he thrusts me to a release. I’m screaming and panting.

He pounds me for a few more seconds till I feel his legs start to shake. He lets out a guttural groan, releasing in me before he slides his dick out of me, his cum dripping from my pussy to my thighs.

He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he rises to his feet. Luca puts his pants back on while staring at my naked body. “You’re mine, Gianna; no fucking way in hell I’ll let you go! You hear me?”

What a maniac.

He leaves me naked again, feeling his hands on my body and his seed leaking out of me. What does that make me? His equal, maybe?

Because I enjoyed being with him even after everything he's done to me.

Chapter seventeen

Luca

I am losing every ounce of control with Gianna as my prisoner.

She has no idea how crazy she drives me. How hard it’s getting to stop myself from easing into the man she once knew.

I’m never letting her get to know that part of me again. A double-crossing liar gets only revenge from me.

This, what we did last time −and the times before that− is just sex. That’s it… I’m not letting my dick come between me and my plans.

My eyes roam around the crowded club from the VIP section as I look at the strippers dancing on poles. They are clad in sexy lingerie, showing lots of skin in areas I would love to bury my face into.

My fingers trace the rim of the glass in my hand as I watch one lady in particular, her body swaying melodiously to the sound of the music blasting out of the speakers. She winks at me as I raise the glass to my lips and take a sip.

Her eyes don’t leave mine as she watches me drink. Her black dress is revealing, with her cleavage on display. She has a smoky look with bold lipstick that makes her look so fucking hot.

As I signal to Sterling to move closer to me, he bends to listen to me clearly as the club grows louder. “Tell her to meet me in the bathroom now.” I point to the lady and rise to my feet, making my way to the bathroom.

She enters almost immediately as I get there, but she’s not alone.

“Figlio di puttana.” Giovanni grunts through gritted teeth.

Fuck.How is he alive?

I thought I had ended the bastard. His face is pale, and his beard is outgrown. His hair is fuller and needs a cut. Above his superficial look, the anger emanating from his being is commendable, but of course, all these charades don’t intimidate me in the slightest. I’m out for their blood.

“You don’t stay dead?”

“Leave,” he instructs the dancer.

She pops a piece of gum as she stares at me for a moment before leaving Giovanni and me.

“Fuckhead!” Giovanni comes at me with a fist.

I dodge it the moment he tries to connect it to my face, returning a punch to his side.

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