Page 22 of Mafia Boss's Baby Surprise

“Is this your private room? Um, I mean, do you come here often?” I face Luca.

“Yeah. I use it from time to time, but I permanently rented it because I like to make sure everything in here is perfectly clean and safe, and not touched by other people.”

“Oh, okay.” I focus my gaze on the huge bed in the middle of the room.

Does this mean Luca is rich? I doubt many people would be able to afford to rent a room here for an indefinite period of time. Julia said it was hard to get in here, so I guess he has connections. Should I be worried about that?

Luca removes his mask and tosses it to the floor. I take off my mask too. There’s really no need for it anymore, even if my cheeks must still be pink and flushed.

But I don’t want to hide myself. Yeah, I’m weird, I guess, but so what?

“Before we start, I need to know your safe word,” he says.

“My safe word?” I have no idea what he’s talking about.

“Yeah. Have you never done anything like this before?” He furrows his brow.

I shake my head. There’s no point in lying now, is there?

“A safe word is a word you can easily remember, and you use it if you don’t feel comfortable with what we’re doing or if something is too much for you. Basically, you use that word, and we stop whatever we’re doing. Things don’t always go or feel as you imagine them, and that’s perfectly normal.”

“Um, yeah. My safe word is...” What word I won’t forget? “Orange.”

“Okay.” He stalks toward me. “Orangeit is.”

I stare into his eyes as he places his hand on my cheek. He runs his finger over my lips, and then he kisses me so hard that I gasp for breath.

His hands roam down my back and land on my ass. He squeezes, making all the heat pool low in my stomach.

“Now take off your clothes,” he orders and steps away from me.

His intense gaze is trained on me as I unzip my skirt. I don’t know what it is about him, but as I take off my clothes, I don’t feel embarrassed or have any desire to cover myself.

Sure, he’s seen all of me already, but my usual shyness is gone without a trace. All I can feel is my core’s needy throbbing.

Once I’m completely naked in front of him, he circles around me as if he’s watching a work of art. Studying me. Observing me. His erection strains against his pants.

I feel desired. Wanted. Like the main character in a movie, rather than a prop.

“Get down on your knees,” he says softly, but his voice is full of command.

I lower myself down, looking at him through my eyelashes. He gets a pair of fluffy red cuffs from a drawer. It’s getting hard to stay still because I want to rub myself against something to get some relief from the pressure building inside me.

Luca captures my wrists and cuffs them behind my back. Then he cups my breast, kneading and squeezing. I let out a moan as he slides his hand down my stomach and rubs my pussy.

He gets to his feet, unzipping his pants.

My stomach is filled with anticipation, but the good kind. I feel free, and there’s no tension in my shoulders.

My insides clench at the sight of Luca’s thick length.

“Open your mouth,” he says.

I do, and he slips his cock past my lips. He groans as I wrap my mouth around him and suck gently. I run my tongue around him and then trace it around his tip. He doesn’t move, his chest rapidly rising and falling as if he’s trying hard to stay in control.

I like that, so I keep my gaze on his as I close my mouth around him, trying to take as much of him as possible without choking.

“Fuck,” he mutters as he shoves his hips forward, slamming himself against the back of my throat and making me gag, then he pulls out.

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