Page 41 of The Mafia Heir's Obsession

I swallow, everything hot and cold, wet and dry at once. My mouth’s dry, pussy wet, and the shivers that assault me are ice and heat, and dammit, I can’t look away, even if he didn’t have a chunk of my hair in his grasp.

His cock’s even more magnificent, more frightening, from here.

I look up and those intense indigo eyes gaze down, boring into me.

“You’re going to learn to suck me, sweet Lucie. I’m a man of rabid appetites. An obsessive, fucking murderous cunt with avoracious hunger for you. And I’m going to devour you alive, inch by inch. But first, you’ll learn how to give pleasure. I’ll show you how to outstrip any girl when it comes to head. When it comes to giving up her pussy and her ass.”

“Callahan, I don’t…”

“Don’t know how? Don’t want to? I’ll teach you the first, and I don’t give a fuck about the other. You walked in. You didn’t leave. You didn’t listen, Lucie.”

“I’m a person.”

“Mine. And I’ll do with you what I want. After all, I paid for you. Got the papers and everything.”

Even though I know this, that in a manner of speaking, he did exactly that, my eyes sting like I’m going to cry.

“I’ll teach you hand jobs.” He drags me closer to his cock. “And if you don’t watch out, if you don’t fucking behave, I’ll teach you to like being shared.”

“By you and your brothers?” I can’t breathe. Horror and fascination attack me at once.

He tightens his hold a moment. “No. But I have allies, enemies, people I need to make deals with?—”

“But they wouldn’t want me.”

“Jesus, Lucie Joy…” He half smiles. “You don’t think they’d bust a nut over you? Fuck, they’d probably offer me their bank accounts.”

I start laughing. It’s ludicrous. No one would ever want me. Not to that extent. He’s lost his mind. Or he’s taunting me. But his eyes are deadly serious and something in me pulsates, sending a thrill tumbling through my insides.

“However, you’re lucky, Lucie, very lucky, that on top of being a bastard, I’m excessively possessive. No one touches you but me. Are you going to start…” He trails off.

He pulls me back a little by my hair so I’m forced to arch back, on my knees. “Now…”

He forces me back to his cock.

“Open your mouth, Lucia.”

I tremble and do as I’m told, and he aims his cock, shoving it at me, stopping just before he plunges it in. I stick out my tongue and lick him.

Salty. Clean like water, the faintest taste of his soap.

“Oh, fuck me.” He pulls me back, and I panic.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Wrong?” We stare at each other and finally he swallows. “Get up. I’m not in the fucking mood tonight to teach you lessons. Up.”

And he releases me.

I don’t move.

“Lucie,” he says in dangerous tones. “Get the fuck up.”

Before he can step away, I grab his legs, those powerful muscles turn hard like steel.

“No.”

“Lucie.”

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