The Mafia Dons Pet (Masha and Luciano) novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15: The Mind vs. The Body. *Masha*

I gasped as waves of pleasure surged through me. I arched my back, and let out a moan.

Everything else faded and it was just the two of us left in the

His movements were relentless, his breathing ragged in my ear, matching the frantic beat of my heart.

I clung to him desperately, my nails digging into his skin. He curled his fingers upward, and in a second, his thumb descended on my clit.

“Fuck…” I muttered weakly, closing my eyes. My head fell on his shoulders. I couldn’t do anything else but let him have his way with me.

I could feel myself getting close, nearing the edge. I didn’t want it to end so soon, but whatever he was doing was so right that I couldn’t stop myself.

My clit began to pulse, pushing against his thumb. And then, I felt it. My whole body began to shake, and I clutched his shoulder’s as an intense orgasm washed over me.

He didn’t stop, fingers diving deep inside me as my hips bucked against him.

His finger remained inside me, as my body slowed down.

I felt him raise his head, panting just as heavily as I was. But I was afraid of looking at him. Afraid of what I might see in his eyes.

Gathering the courage, I peeled my eyes open and was almost relieved to see the desire written all over his face. I couldn’t just see it, I could feel it pressing against me.

We said nothing for a moment. It was only then that I truly realized what had just happened, what I’d done.

Luciano’s expression shifted into something I couldn’t read. He pulled out his finger and took a step back from me as if in a daze.

I suddenly felt cold, vulnerable, used. The ugly feeling of regret settled inside me. What had I done?

I stared at him, heart pounding as he held his hand up, inspecting the finger he’d had inside me only a few minutes

ago.

He examined it for a moment, like he’d just discovered something inconvenient on his shoe. His eyes turned icy, locking onto me with a look that could freeze fire.

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“Get out.”

I sat there, numb, rooted to the spot, not fully processing his words.

His face twisted into pure rage and he barked, “Did you hear me? Get. The. Fuck. Out.

The command jolted me into action, I rushed to my feet, fumbling to steady my breath. Bending down, I quickly grabbed my bag, and rearranged my clothes.

With trembling hands, I fixed my hair, trying to regain composure. I dårted out of his study, slamming the door behind

1. me.

I didn’t stop running until I got into my car.

I sank into the seat, gripping the steering wheel, my knuckles white. What just happened? And why the fuck did it hurt so much?

All my emotions attacked me at the same time. Anger, and betrayal. I clenched my teeth, forcing back the tears that blurred the edges of my vision.

I struggled to keep myself from falling apart, but more damning emotions were coming to the surface.

Confusion and shame washed all over me. My fingers dug through my bag, and I quickly took out a Xanax and swallowed it dry.

My thoughts were all over the place. Luciano had kissed me until I lost myself, until there was nothing but him in my mind. I’d pushed him, yes. But did he do all that as punishment? Was he trying to humiliate me? Could that really be all it was to him?

The moment I got to my apartment, my resolve crumbled. I locked the door behind me, then slid down to the floor, wrapping my arms tightly around my knees.

The dam broke, and I let the tears fall, releasing all the emotions I’d kept bottled up inside.

I found it hard to believe that he’d used my desire to control him. The way he looked at me, kissed me, held me, there was something real in that. Wasn’t there?

I was right about one thing. Luciano did drag me right back to Hell.

I spent the next few minutes on the floor of my apartment, trying to understand Luciano’s motives.

Maybe he hadn’t meant for things to go that far. Maybe, he’d lost control in that heated moment, just as much as I had. Maybe, he wasn’t using sex to control me.

I was surprised at myself for even considering the possibility. I‘

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d felt it, and I knew he had too. The attraction between us was too much for either of us to ignore.

I knew he wanted me just as fiercely as I wanted him, and when I remembered his look in those moments, I couldn’t ignore the desire in his eyes.

I couldn’t deny that underneath all that anger and defiance we felt, we both enjoyed this dance.

That was when I realized that I wasn’t completely powerless. I could make him feel just as deeply, make him lose himself. Maybe, just maybe, I do have some power in this twisted game.

*Luciano*

I clenched my fists, fighting back the urge to rip the frustration out of myself. What the hell was I thinking?

That’s exactly it. I hadn’t been thinking. I acted like a horny little teenager, letting his dick guide him.

I was this close to tearing off her clothes and fucking the daylight of her right then and there.

The thought alone sent another wave of desire through me, but it was quickly swallowed by anger. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I slammed my chair back and sent it skidding to the floor. I kicked at the documents on the floor, trying to erase every memory of what had just happened.

I’d swept half my desk onto the ground in the heat of passion, not caring about anything else. Every last shred of control had slipped away from me.

That was something that had never happened to me. Masha made me so fucking crazy.

My mind was a mess, running wild with thoughts that should‘ ve been easier to cage.

I closed my eyes and drew in a long breath. I somehow needed to regain control of myself. I’d never felt this level of recklessness and intensity. It drove me mad.

I ran a hand over my face and brought it to the back of my neck, pressing hard.

I needed to clear my head, to focus my thoughts. But steadying myself felt impossible. I couldn’t find my direction, couldn’t shake the haze I was in.

I stood there, my mind blank, except for one thing, the maddening thought of her.

It was almost impossible to shake the memory of Masha. Her swollen lips, parted and trembling, the soft, breathy moans she‘ d tried so hard to suppress.

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The way her body moved, fitting around my fingers with such pure need and desire. Everything came back in full force, and I couldn’t fight it.

My arms hung heavy at my sides, as if my want for her was making me utterly powerless. I inhaled and exhaled slowly, repeated the motion a couple more times.

But nothing was enough to quiet the thought of Masha. And that was when it hit me.

It was time to admit what I’ve been doing my best to deny–I wanted her.

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Chapter 16: A Bloody Mess.