The Mafia Dons Pet (Masha and Luciano) novel Chapter 22

*Luciano*

It felt like Heaven.

I’d pictured this very moment a couple of times, more times than I’d like to admit. I pictured how I would slide into her slick, wet pussy, burying myself deep inside her.

I always imagined that I would have managed to break through her defiance, that she would practically beg me to pleasure her. I never thought I’d be the one to break.

But now, with Masha wrapped around me, my dick

surrounded by the slick walls of her pussy, I didn’t care how we got to this point.

All I could think about was how badly I wanted to possess every inch of Masha’s body. I wanted her to be all mine.

I tore my lips from hers, grabbed my ass with both hands and began to pound her pussy against mine. God, it felt so good, Masha felt so fucking good.

I could feel everything that I was doing to her, from the way her pussy contracted and pulsed. The way she gripped my arms tightly, dropping her hands weakly against my shoulder.

“I hate you,” she whispered against my shoulder.

I couldn’t stop the grin that spread across my lips. We both knew that was a lie, but I didn’t care. Her pussy seemed to love me, and that was all that mattered.

At this point, I wasn’t sure how long we’d been going at it, but damn, I couldn’t stop yet.

Just as Masha let out another moan, the walls of her pussy tightened, squeezing my dick so hard that I knew it wouldn’t be long before this was over.

“Luciano…”

Fuck! The way she said my name, breathless and totally consumed by what I was doing to her. It drove me mad with need.

I intensified my movements, thrusting harder than ever before. Masha’s nails were digging into my skin, her body practically shaking.

My hands tightened around her body, fucking her, kissing her. Moans filled the air, as we both used the other for our own individual pleasure.

And just I felt Masha’s body jerk, my dick pulsed, semen pouring out into her.

My mind was screaming at me to pull out, but it felt so good. “Ugh…” I grunted, squeezing Masha tightly, gasping for air like my life depended on it.

It must have hurt, squeezing her so tightly, but I couldn’t bring myself to let go. What I was feeling was so intense that I was almost afraid I would make it through.

We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, wrapped up around each other, as I tried to calm my racing heart. I’d poured everything I had into here, and now I was spent.

I loosened my hold on her the moment my body relaxed. I lifted my head and looked straight into Masha’s eyes.

I expected to see the aftermath of pleasure in her eyes, maybe a hint of defiance or anger at least. But I wasn’t prepared for the hurt that surrounded her storm gray eyes.

Masha held my gaze for a moment, before looking away. She looked up at me again, then swiftly averted her gaze. It seemed like she couldn’t bring herself to look at me.

Was she embarrassed because she was still naked in my arms, or was it because my dick was still inside her? I needed to find a way to rile her up.

“You loved my dick,” I whispered into her ear. “So much that you came three times.

Masha’s cheeks turned red, and she lowered her eyes even more. I wanted to hear the words from her lips, I wanted to hear her say how much she enjoyed what we just did.

I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Admit it. You loved the way I fucked you.

Masha balled her hands into fists, shoving me. “Bastard!” she spat at me.

And because I didn’t see it coming, she managed to completely loosen my hold on her, and moved out of my laps.

My dick slipped out of her, semen dripping from her pussy, down her thighs and onto the sheets.

Without hesitation, I grabbed her wrists, and pinned them above her head, trapping her against the mattress. I covered her body with my weight, fixing my eyes on her.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her eyes filled with a mixture of defiance and desire. I leaned in closer, the scent of her skin intoxicating me as I looked down between us.

My lips curled into a smile. This was what I liked to see, my semen all over Masha’s body. It was beautiful. But I wasn’t done with her just yet.

“Say it,” I commanded. “Unless you want my dick in your mouth. I wouldn’t mind fucking your mouth the same way I fucked your pussy.

Chapter 22: I know better than to call you mine.

Her breath hitched as I spoke, expression tightening as if she was imagining her fingers around my neck. “Stop fighting it,” I murmured, my voice husky with desire.

Masha closed her eyes briefly, as if trying to regain control of her emotions. But when she opened them again, there was an obvious gleam of passion in them.

“Yes, Luciano, I loved the way you fucked me.” I was taken aback by this sudden change in attitude. Even more surprised when I felt her fingers fiddling between us, grazing my dick slightly.

It was only when she brought her fingers back up and I saw the cream substance at the tip of her index finger that I realized what she was doing.

With her eyes still fixed on me, she pushed her tongue out, sliding it over the semen she’d scoopedout.

I was shell shocked, and I didn’t know how to react. I wasn’t sure if Masha was teasing me, or if this was her way of resisting.

Either way, I didn’t like that she was playing games with me. “Damn you,” I roared. My hands pushed her back, gentler than I wanted, rougher than I should have.

Her gaze didn’t waver, and that only fed the fire in my chest.

I turned on my heel and stormed into her bathroom, slamming the door behind me. The mirror rattled against the tiles, but I didn’t care.

I needed space. Space to breathe, to regain the control she always seemed so intent on unraveling.

I finished washing up in a few minutes, and wrapped a towel around my waist. When I stepped out, I came face to face with Masha.

She was exactly where I left her, her intense gaze fixed on me. “What?” I barked. She said nothing, her lips curving into a faint smirk.

I hated when she did that, when she said more in silence than anyone could in words.

My eyes trailed down her naked body, landing on her hard nipples. The sight of her, spread out on the mattress as if she’d been waiting for me turned me on. My dick hardened immediately, encouraging me to take her again.

But I was exhausted.

I dropped onto the mattress, tucking my gun under the pillow and exhaled a weary sigh. I draped my arm across my face, shielding me from the soft glow of her bedside lamp.

Masha shifted beside me, the sheets rustling as she propped herself up on one elbow. “Should we talk?

Chapter 22: I know better than to call you mine.

I didn’t even lift my arm. “Keep quiet,” I muttered, exhaustion thickening my words. “I want to take a nap.

I expected her to obey, but Masha was nothing if not stubborn. “We’ll talk about it when you wake up then,” she said with a soft vioce.

I scoffed dryly. She thought she could tell me what to do, but her audacity was one of the things I both loved and hated about her.

Blindly, I reached out, my hand fumbling until it found hers. Her fingers were small, delicate, and it fit right into mine.

I pulled her hand to my chest and placed her palm over my. heart. The warmth of her touch seeped into my skin, bringing up emotions I didn’t quite understand.

I took a slow, deep breath, letting my chest rise beneath her hand. Her thumb moved, tracing a small, absent-minded circle on my skin. It was soothing, maddeningly so.

My guard slipped before I could stop it, the steady rhythm of her fouch lulling me into a peace I hadn’t felt in years. Sleep came before I could think about what she was doing to me or how I’d deal with it when I woke up.

All I knew was that her hand on my heart made the chaos quiet, if only for a while.

SIMIUS! and mayhem.