Page 9 of Stealing Her Heart
“Yes, baby, I can do that. Come here, come close to me. I need to taste you first. I have thought about this pretty little mouth for days.”
“Yes,” she pants, clawing at my chest now, wiggling her ass on my lap. I smack her ass and she whimpers before I crush my lips to hers.
There was a time I thought I had life figured out. I knew who I was, knew what I was doing, where I was going. That was before I tasted this sweet woman. Before I felt her soft body trembling against mine, tangled my tongue with her eager one as she opened her mouth to me. Now I know nothing else, want nothing else than to figure out how to please her, how to give her the entire world if she wants it.
“Please,” she cries, rocking side to side on my lap, her sneakers thumping against the door.
Reaching down, I take them off, tossing them to the floor. Sliding my hand up her thigh, I ease it beneath her skirt. God, I love how much she loves to wear little skirts or pretty dresses. She loves to be feminine this way. My fingers hook her tiny cotton panties and I groan.
“Oh, my little princess,” I growl, pushing the soaked fabric out of my way. “You got this pretty little pussy so wet for me, yeah? Does me kissing your pretty mouth make you wet? Or was it when I spanked your little ass? Do you want me to touch this soaked pussy, or do you want me to punish you for thinking you could run from me?”
“Yes, yes, I want.... I want it, please,” she moans, her hips rocking as I stroke two fingers over her soaked slit.
“That’s good, baby. Tell me what you need. Oh, yes, there it is, that’s what you need,” I growl as I push two fingers inside her, her hot, silkiness sucking greedily at me. I pump them a few times and she whimpers the sweetest, hottest little sound I have ever heard.
“Oh....oh, please,” she gasps, her eyes molten as they lock on mine.
“No, no, I don’t think you need this,” I taunt, pulling my fingers out of her. Those eyes of hers go wild as she bucks her hips, shaking her head. I turn her so she is laid across my lap, pulling her panties down her thighs.
“Gabriel...no, no....oh, god!” Her loud shout as I spank her bare ass makes my dick drip with need. I smack her again, again, turning each round, perfect cheek bright red. With her still laid prone, I shove my fingers back inside of her, smirking at the satisfied little moan she gives me.
“Such a greedy girl. I don’t think greedy girls get what they want. No, good girls do. Not greedy, needy little princesses.”
“Please!” She demands as she turns to stare back at me.
Grasping her chin in rough hands, I bend her back at an angle. Smacking her ass twice more, I feel her moans before I hear them. I press my mouth to hers, but it is not a kiss. My breath is rattling in my lungs, my chest is heaving. I want to make our situation very, very clear to her.
“I am a bad man, baby. Worse than your father or that fuck Marconi. I am a man others fear. If I want something, I take it, no matter the destruction I leave in my path. I would tap dance on any motherfucker who got in my way. Danced on a few heads to get here. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Yes, Gabriel, I understand.”
“Good. Then you understand that running my borough, being the head of one of the five families, it is all I know, all I have worked for most of my life. Understand this, princess,” my fingers hold her chin still, our gazes locked, as I let her in on what’s going to happen next. “I would kill for my mother, for my sister, for my armies. For you...for you, Gianna, I would set the world on fucking fire. I would slow dance with you on the burning ash of the empire I have spent my life building. Do you understand me?”
“Yes. I understand,” a flush heats her cheeks as her eyes shimmer.
“You understand that if another man touches you, I will cut off his hand. If he talks to you out of pocket, I will slice his fucking tongue out. If another man even thought about you as anything but mine, I would end him. That includes your father. Marconi. I would kill them both right in front of you if they thought for one single moment, I would let them have you.”
Gianna’s head lifts, her spine stiffening. Good. It shows me that she does understand. This woman has been mine since the moment she walked in the room at her engagement party. We might as well have announced our intention to take our vows. Because she will be my bride, the mother to my children, the woman at my side, bar nothing. No one will stop this. Not her father, not Santino Marconi, not even her.
God himself could not stop us happening.
“Gabriel,” she whimpers my name as her big eyes search mine. “You said you would set me free. This is how you do it? You said I had a choice.”
“You have a choice, princess. I swore to you. What is your choice?”
Gianna bites her lip again as she gazes up at me. It is her way of being coy. Her way of toying with me. My princess is a kitten with a new toy. I am her ball of string, and she wants to bat me about a bit. I will allow it. Because I would do anything she asked of me. I told her I would give her a crown if she wanted one—I meant she was the queen of my entire fucking universe.
“Gabriel,” her voice is throaty, raw, her body trembling. “Please.”
Nodding because I know just what she needs, I smack her ass three more times. When my fingers shove back inside her, she is dripping, soaking my fingers as I work her little pussy. It’s so tight, two of my fingers barely fit. I groan at the idea of stuffing my thick cock in that hot tightness, letting her virgin princess pussy choke the life out of me.
“Nod your head that you understand me. You never let another man touch you,” her head nods and I reward her with another swat at her juicy ass. “You never listen to what another man demands of you,” another nod has my cock jerking in my slacks. “You callmeif you’re needy. No one else,” her third nod has me grunting as her pussy clamps down tight on my fingers as she starts to come hard. “Only I get to taste, to touch, to fuck this sweet princess pussy,” her final nod has my cock shooting in my thousand-dollar suit, but I don’t care.
“Gabriel!” her voice echoes loudly in the car as she comes, her body shaking with her orgasm as she writhes on my lap.
Swinging her up to sit on my lap again, I cradle her close. I even rock her a little as she cuddles against me, humming softly as she trembles with aftershocks. I comb my fingers through her thick hair, kissing her temple as she lets out a little sound, her breath warm against my neck.
“My sweet Princessa,” I hum, tilting her head back so I can look into those pretty eyes.
