Page 62 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

His expression flickers with surprise, his eyebrows rising ever so slightly. A sly smirk spreads across his face, his eyes glinting with malevolence. “He is alive... for now.”

I let out a rough breath, glaring at him.

“I like it when you get feisty with me. It makes me fucking hard.”

My eyes move down his pants and settle on his erection for a moment. His huge dick is protruding from his black pants. The sight lets a gasp escape my lips as my mind drifts to the things he could do to me with his cock.

Fuck, what’s wrong with me?

“I’m thrilled to have a second chance to... rectify my mistake and kill him.” His gaze pierces mine, his words hanging in the air. He catches me staring at his erection again and a smile plays across his lips.

He moves closer to me, causing me to take a few more steps backward till I hit the wall again and there’s no more space between us.

I want to stop thinking about the curve of his lips and the way he stares at me with those lustful golden-brown eyes.

“Luca... stay... away from me.”

He does the exact opposite as he leans into me and hovers his lips on my neck. His hot breath leaves me breathless as I feel his dick.

“Lu….”

His tongue wipes my skin and sends a shiver down my spine. I shouldn’t be letting him do this to me.

His fingers wrap around my neck in a quick moment that leaves me startled. He slides his fingers underneath my dress and cups my core.

I jerk from the sudden stroke of his finger.

“Fucking wet cunt,” he groans.

My head is in a bubble and I can no longer think straight as he slides his finger into my panties.

I gasp as my breath gets heavier. A tiny moan escapes my lips.

He tightens his grip on my throat but it doesn’t hurt as he continues to stroke my pussy. “Remember how fucking wet your pussy is for me. That pussy belongs to me.”

His magic fingers render me senseless as I lose control of my words, whimpering moans and nodding in response.

“No one can ever make you feel this good. Or can they?” He slides in another finger and I let out a loud moan this time, holding his arms for support as my legs grow weak. A smirk forms on his lips. “Answer me.”

“N-no.” I’m losing my mind with the movement of his fingers inside me.

Luca stops unexpectedly and slides his fingers out of me. Just like the other time, he stops just before I have an orgasm. The smile on his face tells me he did it on purpose.

“Fuck you,” I grunt, pushing myself off the wall.

He takes his fingers, which were inside me a second ago and sucks on them. “I’ll make you beg me for my dick. Again.” He lets out a groan as he removes his fingers from his mouth and walks out of the door.

“Fuck, Gianna,” I whisper to myself as I smack my head lightly. I'm supposed to be seducing him, not the other way around.

I walk back to the bed and fall on it. I’m trying hard not to think of the ache between my thighs and the orgasm he denied me.

Fucking asshole.

I’m squeezing my eyes shut as I try to let my thoughts be consumed by the longing to hear news about my daughter, Sophie. For as long as I remain Luca’s hostage, he can never find out about her. I can’t let Luca have this much control over me any longer.

It doesn’t take too long for Luca to return.

I’m still sprawled on the bed when he walks in, half-naked. He's taken a shower, and though his face is bruised, he's still the most beautiful man I've ever seen.

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