The Mafia Dons Pet (Masha and Luciano) novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Tastes Like Heaven.

*Masha*

Luciano bent down, his face so close I could feel the heat of his breath against my chin. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze piercing through me, unblinking.

“What happens, Masha,” he murmured, “if you don’t listen to me?”

My eyes dropped down to his lips, traveling back to his eyes. I wanted this so bad. I just had to find a way to get it.

I pushed my body forward, maintaining, a stubborn stance. “You said there would be consequences.” I said the last word like it was a dare.

He didn’t move. His fingers, still pressed against my throat in a very possessive manner. I was completely at his mercy, and for the first time, I didn’t hate it.

Neither of us moved or said anything. We stared each other down, silently daring the other to make a move.

Every second felt like an hour, my breath tight in my chest. His grip relaxed the slightest bit, and I knew I had to say something else. Something to make him lose it.

“You also said you’d bend me over and spank me if I disobeyed you.” I didn’t know what I was saying. But I knew I had to provoke him somehow.

I could feel his fingers tighten around my throat, and I already knew I’d find the imprint of him on my skin. Almost like he’d marked me as ‘His.

“Masha,” he warned, eyes filled with dangerous intent.

“Yes?”

The tension was almost too much for me to bear, but I wasn’t a quitter. I stood on my tiptoes, our lips mere inches away from each other.

“What. Are. You. Going. To. Do. About. It?”

That was all it took.

With a growl, Luciano’s lips descended on mine. He tasted like sin. Like sin, and everything else that was right. I didn’t think something could be so right, and so wrong at the same time.

I moaned in protest when he withdrew.

“You’re driving me crazy, you know that?” He muttered against my lips, tracing the freshly kissed skin with his fingers.

“Do something…”

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His mouth captured mine again, swallowing the rest of the words. My mind went blank, as he pressed me against the wall, his other hand coming up to hold the side of my head.

His fingers tangled in my hair, tightening enough to hold me in place.

Fuck. It shouldn’t feel this good. The way his lips glided over mine, tongue grazing my skin, body moving against mine felt electric.

I wanted more, no, I needed more.

My senses blurred. All I could think about was him, his lips, the growing bulge pressing against my belly.

I almost lost it when his tongue slipped past my lips as he pulled me deeper into him. I was so fucking breathless.

But this wasn’t right. We shouldn’t be doing this, I shouldn’t be doing this. This was his way of controlling me, bending me to his will.

“Fucking hell, Masha,” he growled again, dragging me away from the wall. I felt my handbag slip from my shoulder, hitting the floor with a soft thud.

With one hand, he pushed everything on his desk onto the floor, picked me up, and deposited me there.

His hand traced my thigh, slowly picking them up and wrapping my legs around his waist.

Before I could blink, his lips returned to mine. I could feel him losing control. His kisses were turning wild and desperate, as if he’d been holding back for too long.

He gripped me tighter. His hands mapped my body like he couldn’t bear to let go of me.

I was too busy clinging to him, pressing closer, losing myself in the intensity between us.

I snapped back to reality and heard myself moaning in pleasure. Felt myself moving against him, my hand roaming over his back as he ravaged me.

This was crazy, too crazy. But I couldn’t stop.

Luciano’s hand slid from my hair, trailing down, hiding under my top, traveling up, until it seized my breast.

I whimpered against his mouth, the sound muffled, though he seemed to hear it.

It only drove him more, his fingers kneading my nipple, squeezing and touching my soft flesh. His other hand was busy as it settled on my hip.

His grip on my hip tightened, his fingers digging in as he pushed himself against me.

I moaned in protest when his hand left my breast, gripping my

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hip tightly as he parted my thighs.

I knew what was coming. I wanted it, but I didn’t say anything. I stared at him, obvious desire in my eyes reflecting the dark want in his.

I shivered as he began to follow a slow trail up my thigh. His lips had left mine, and we just looked into each other’s eyes.

A part of me wondered if this was just a game to him, but I was too needy to let the thought sink in.

I couldn’t breathe, I just sat there, watching him. His head was pressed against mine, his fingers hovering at my entrance.

I felt his touch over my panties, circling gently, teasing. “Fuck…” I moaned, grinding against his hand despite my better

judgment.

His movements intensified with every touch. It felt like I was losing my damn mind, legs pushed apart as Luciano ‘pleasured‘

1. me.

Something I never thought would happen.

But I wanted more. It felt amazing, and I could feel moisture pooling between my legs, readying myself for whatever would happen next, but it wasn’t enough.

I wanted him to rip my clothes off. I wanted him to press me against the table and take me.

But I had to play by his rules. It was his world afterall.

His fingers finally reached into the lace of my underpants, snapping me back to reality.

Before I could form a coherent thought, his fingers slipped inside me and the world went blank for a second.

I couldn’t see anything else, or feel anything else. All I knew was the feelings of his fingers in me, thrusting deeply.

It was as if something in him snapped. He pulled down my top, squeezing my breast as he continued his assault inside me.

“You’re so fucking wet,‘ he murmured, pushing his fingers deeper inside me. “So fucking ready for me.