I Paid A Mafia Boss For Our Night novel Chapter 16

Chapter 16 Desire in His Car

"Fuck!"

When Antonio's smiling face entered my line of sight, I blurted out a loud curse.

I had forgotten his advice that a mistress should always have manners!

"Who do you want to fuck?" Antonio pinched my face hard enough to leave a mark, causing me intense pain.

Furious and overwhelmed, I swatted his hand away and shouted back, "Fuck you!"

My revulsion now surpassed my fear.

The area around us fell silent, and followed by a snicker, Matteo gave me a thumbs up. Even his brother Dante couldn't bear to look directly at me. It was then I realized the foolishness of my outburst. My face turned both red and white, a mix of embarrassment and fear.

I sneakily glanced at Antonio, whose face had darkened, but to my surprise, he laughed despite his anger and grabbed my waist tightly.

"I'll give you another chance. Who do you want to fuck?" It seemed as if one wrong word and Antonio would really pin me down right there. Terrified, I quickly responded, "You fuck me, you fuck me!"

Antonio chuckled, took the camera bag from my shoulder, and handed it to Matteo, then almost dragged me forward. I was terrified, clinging to his arm, refusing to move. "Where are you taking me? Help!"

"To a hotel to fuck you," Antonio replied matter-of-factly. "Or would you prefer I do it right here?" He glanced around at the people and traffic, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I didn't know you had such tastes."

My face flushed as I tried to break free from his grip. "Let go of me!"

"Stop squirming!" Antonio slapped my rear and warned in a low voice, "Move again and I'll really fuck you!" Nothing was beyond the Mafia; public humiliation was a minor concern. I dared not resist further and let Antonio drag me to his car.

Dante drove, Matteo fiddled with my camera in the passenger seat, and the divider between the front and back seats was lowered, making the rear space more private. The enclosed space smelled strongly of Antonio, making me shift uncomfortably.

As my back almost touched the car door, Antonio grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his embrace. "I quite like your fearful expression; your eyes are like blue crystal beads," he said, pinching my chin to make me look up, easing his access to bite my neck. His other hand, gripping my wrist, moved toward his groin, where his arousal was evident. "I like the tremor of your body; it shows you are anticipating me. Are you thinking of me?"

The heat and size of his arousal made my hand jerk away, and my body trembled. "Bastard!"

"What is it like to be fucked by a bastard?" Antonio was undeterred by my curse; in fact, it seemed to excite him more. He bit heavily into my neck.

I cried out from the pain, sure it would leave a mark. "Don't... don't bite," I tried to push his head away.

He deliberately bit harder, the sharpness of his teeth threatening as they clamped onto the flesh of my neck, causing me to gasp in pain.

I didn't want to make any noise; I didn't want the brothers in the front to know what was happening, though such a secret seemed unnecessary to hide.

"You don't have the right to refuse me." Antonio kissed me, passing the metallic taste of blood to my mouth. I unconsciously clutched at his shirt, forced to endure his passionate kiss.

"Don't touch me … Antonio..." I suddenly thought about Antonio's fiancée; he was about to be married, and here I was, doing what I despised most-moaning beneath another woman's fiancé.

I felt humiliated and dared not moan loudly, only shaking my head desperately under his pressure, pleading, "Take your hand out, ah!"

His fingers were kneading my private parts, and a tingling sensation crept deep inside my body along his submerging fingertip.

My body began to weaken, and my fair skin gradually blushed under his touch. Tears of pleasure clouded my vision, and I faintly heard the familiar squelching sound coming again from my lower part.

The fear of being discovered by outsiders stimulated my brain, and the irresistible pleasure overwhelmed my senses.