Page 88 of Dark Mafia Heir

My nipples harden, and I can feel my pussy clenching. I nod. “Yes.”

He kisses my neck. “Yes, what?”

I lean into the hardness of his chest and start to grind against his erection. “Fuck me. Please.”

I feel his grin behind me before he bends me over, raising my dress and pulling down the G-string panties I am wearing.

“Cristo,”he whispers as he trails my ass with his fingers.

Goosebumps erupt on my skin. I swear I’ll die from the anticipation of his cock inside me.

A mischievous smile plays on my lips when I feel his dick press against my entrance… and then, without any warning, he thrusts into me.

My head rolls back, and I let out a cry. I’m cocooned with pleasure.

He fucks me with slow, steady strokes, spanking me and gripping my waist so hard that his fingers are digging into my flesh.

I grab onto the railing on the balcony for support as my legs become weaker with ecstasy. Every cell in my body is weeping,begging for him to go deeper. “Yes,” I moan, biting my lips. “God, yes!”

He rips down my dress, catching my nipple between his fingers and teasing it hard. I feel pleasure and pain all at once, and I feel my orgasm build.

“Who owns this pussy?” he asks, his voice deep, husky and possessive. That’s how he’s fucking me, as if he’s reminding me he owns me, that I am all his. And God, I love it.

“It’s yours,” I moan, moving my hips to match with his rhythm as he completely devours me.

“I want to hear you say my name,gattina,” he purrs. “Who owns you.”

“You…” My eyes roll in as my orgasm starts to reach its peak, threatening to rip through me. “I’m Antonio’s. My pussy is his.”

“Good girl.”

He starts to fuck me faster and deeper until my orgasm rips through me. My legs begin to shake, and my body starts to tremble.

Antonio slams into me one more time before he shudders and comes with a powerful groan. His body collapses against mine, but he manages to hold his weight up from his grip on the railing.

He empties inside of me while kissing my back, and he whispers, “You’re mine,gattina. Mine.”

30

Antonio

“Salvatore snuck out of the city last night,” Dario says, tapping the desk. “I have some of my men looking for him already.”

I lean back in my seat and glance at him. “Snuck out of the city?”

I think for a moment. My men have been on guard for the last couple of days, looking for him. There’s no way he could sneak his way out unless he had someone on the inside helping him, or at least an ally.

“Do you have any idea where he might have gone?” I ask.

Dario shakes his head. “No idea, but Sicily seems to be the most likely. What do you think?”

Sicily is the least likely. I have even more connections over there. The old bastard could have gone to Mexico. Even Russia would more likely welcome him with open arms than Sicily would. “He’s not stupid enough to set foot in Sicily.”

There’s a knock on the door before it creaks open, and Luca walks in.

From the look on his face, I can already tell what he wants to say before he says it. “I know already.”

“About Salvatore sneaking out of the country?”

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