Page 30 of Dirty Mafia Torment
It’s laughable—the answer’s so straight-up obvious. Virgins aren’t anywhere near the places he frequents.
“Perfect,” I say. “I’ll be your first.”
“Fina. Fina. Fina.”
I do what I must and strip. The denim miniskirt slides down my legs, the cropped shirt pulled overhead, revealing the black lace bra and matching thong. The pearls stay, draped around my neck like a challenge, glinting against my skin. I flash an inviting smile over my shoulder, then put an exclamation point on my assault. “Tie me up, Renzo, and then make my tight virgin pussy bleed all over the leather backseat.”
His eyes flash, seconds before he snaps.
He grabs the rope from where I tossed it on the hood and unwinds it around his hand. Slowly, methodically, eye-fucking me with a thunderous expression … It steals my breath.
I still, like a deer trapped in headlights, when his fingers brush my nipples, a passing caress as he expertly removes my black bra, thenhooks a finger into the thin strip of my thong and tears it off me. My heart pounds as he threads the rope around my body, my skin coming alive beneath the silky weave.
“No pink today?”
“It’s my day off.”
He grunts, then kicks my legs apart, looping the material around each thigh, then behind my back and around my wrists until I’m completely immobile, his to do with as he will. By the time he’s done, I’m vibrating with need.
“Look at you,” he grinds out from behind me. “Like a fucking piece of artwork.” I tense as he approaches. “Acting so innocent, the perfect mafia princess, but inside you’re just as fucked up as I am.”
He dips his hands between my thighs.
No hiding my excitement now, even if I wanted to.
“So wet. You crave the darkness, don’t you?”
“Yes, Renzo.”
He winds my hair around his fist, and the loose ends trail down his arm. With a tug, he jerks my head around, and our eyes lock. “I’m in control of your body and words. You do exactly as I say. Act without permission, and I’ll punish you.”
I whimper.
“Are you my fucktoy, Fina? Mine to do with as I please?”
“Yes.”
“Louder.”
“I’m your eager fucktoy. Do whatever you want to me.”
His smile’s downright sinful.
“Oh, I want, babe. I want.”
He forces my head forward, and I eagerly listen, wondering what his next move will be. When his fingertips curl against my nerve bundle, everything goes on sensory overload. “Stalked me for years, haven’t you?” he demands, dragging my hood between two fingers, the pressure exquisite. “Know all my kinks, you say?” His middle finger glides across my clit and through my wet center. “A little nosy perv touching herself while she looked me up on social media, isn’tthat right?” He roughly circles the pads of his fingers over my sensitive clit until I’m close to bursting.
He jerks my hair. “Not yet. Your first will be on my command.”
Without warning, he pushes three fingers inside, raising me onto my toes, then thrusts in deeper, eliciting a small cry. It’s intense, exquisitely so. My pulse races while I try not to shatter.
“Fuck. You can barely take my digits.” Reverence fills his tone, and any concerns about my lack of experience and not living up to this wildly sexual man’s demands vanish.
“I’ll share a secret.” He leans in, nips an earlobe, his fingers working me into a frenzy. “I’m harder for your virgin pink pussy right now than I’ve been in years.”
“Please …”
“This why you sent me that picture? You like being tied up and at my mercy?”
