by K. L Mann
“At least once a day,” I admit in a whispered moan, as my finger grazes my clit through the lacy fabric. “Usually more.”
“Is that so?” Luca doesn’t take off his pants, just leaves them up unbuttoned and unzipped. He crawls into the bed by my feet, coming closer like he’s stalking prey. “Tell me princess Vitale…” He moves my hand away from my pussy and hooks a finger in the hem of my panties, pulling them down slowly. He pulls them off of me completely, keeping his head low. He picks up my right leg and puts it over his shoulder, sinking down low to the mattress. Planting little tortious kisses on my inner thighs, he chuckles softly. “Has it ever felt this good?” His tongue flicks my swollen clit and I jump at the sensation.
He wastes no time, feasting on me like a starved man. “Oh my God,” I moan, squirming beneath him as his tongue slips between my folds. My hands find his hair, pulling it lightly, desperate for something to hold on to.
“That’s not my name, princess,” he says quietly before nipping at my clit. “What’s my name?” Before I can answer, two thick fingers plunge into me.
I shudder at the intrusion. I feel hazy with desire.
“Oh, shit. Luca.”
“Mm baby, you’re dripping,” he rejoices, licking deeper and rubbing his fingers along the sensitive stop inside of me. “You taste like candy, so fucking sweet.” I can see him grin before he returns to a slow assault. His tongue mends with my wetness, making itself at home. “I’ll ask again, has it ever felt like this, princess?”
“No, it’s never felt like this,” I whimper honestly. “I’ve dreamt about it feeling like this though, when you would sneak into my room. You would make me bite down on your belt, keeping me quiet.”
Luca keeps licking me, slipping a third finger into my throbbing pussy. My hips can’t help but grind back into his touch, needing more and more, chasing a high. I can’t stop watching him, playing with his hair and moaning when he teases the right spot.
“So many naughty fantasies, you’ll have to tell me all of them.”
“Some of them aren’t as gentle,” I warn, moaning louder. Heat is building inside of me as I’m getting closer to the edge.
“Good,” Luca says, thrusting his fingers inside of me, harder, picking up the pace.
“Please don’t stop,” I beg.
Luca chuckles low in his throat.
He tsks, taking his tongue from my clit and pulling his fingers out of me. “Oh no baby, you don’t get to come yet.”
“No,” I gasp, desperate for the sensation to return. “Please, Luca.”
“The game has barely begun, whine all you want princess, you’ve got so much more time left before I let you cream on my tongue.”
“Let me taste you then,” I rasp, overwhelmed with wild fantasies filling my head.
“Favors won’t earn you mercy.”
“It’s not a favor for you, I want to… I’ve never done it before.”
Chapter 5: Surreal
“I wouldn’t recommend sex, drugs or insanity
for everyone, but they’ve always worked for me.”
-Hunter S. Thompson
Luca
Arianna pleads to suck my cock and I nearly bust in my pants as she does.
How the fuck did this happen?
I’ve picked on this girl relentlessly for years trying to resist her. I’ve always pointed out that she’s unbearably spoiled, nosy and disturbingly peppy. She’s everything I was never; happy, rich… loved. Yet here she is, putting every awful thing we’ve said to each other behind.
Lorenzo and Gio will find out, I know they will.
But for now, she’s my dirty little secret, and I’m hers.
“You want to wrap those pretty little lips around my cock? That’s what you want, princess?” I ask, loving how my filthy words make her eyes light up.
Arianna nods, biting her bottom lip.
She’s ridiculously beautiful, especially when she lets her eyes tell me how excited she is. It’s the most genuine thing I’ve ever seen.
Her lips are always pink and plump, her body is outrageous and her hair shimmers around her body when she walks. Even when we fight; when I want her to shut her smart little mouth, I still have to keep my mind from wandering. Now that I know she’s dreamt of me, that she’s watched me, that she’s wanted me, I can’t stop myself.
Who am I kidding? I couldn’t stop myself after the pool incident even if I did actually dislike her. I climb off of the bed, standing to take off my pants. My constricted cock was throbbing inside of them, so it feels like a damn dream when it springs free.
“It really is so big, Luca.” Arianna smiles and sits up, sliding to the edge of the bed. “Like, unbelievably perfect, pretty even.” She’s officially the first woman to call my cock pretty and damn she better be the last one.
She looks so happy looking up at me as her face is inches from colliding with my cock. Her hands softly touch the tops of my thighs, then slide up, rubbing over my abs. Her lips kiss the tip of my cock and tingles come over me.
“Kiss it again,” I encourage, watching her with my hands relaxed on my hips.
Her hands rub all over my stomach, and she giggles, planting another kiss on the head of my dick. One of her hands drops back to my thigh, making its way closer to the base of my cock. Her tongue pokes out and weakly licks the very tip of me. I can’t keep my eyes off of her.
“Will you caress my hair, like you did when I pictured us in the bushes?” Arianna asks, finally taking my cock into her hand.
Before I can answer, she lowers her head and licks from my balls all the way up my shaft, wrapping her lips around my head at the end.
My hands leave my hips and each slowly brush back her hair, caressing it away from her face. It’s as soft as silk and feels too pure to be in my hands. Still, I pet the top of her head, encouraging her to keep going.
Her mouth takes in more of me, her tongue is soft and slippery against the bottom of my shaft. Her lips tighten around me, squeezing slightly but her teeth barely touch me at all. The hand she held on my stomach, drops to my hip gripping it tightly for balance. The hand she held on my cock travels down to my balls, Arianna cups them lightly.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” I groan.
I can’t stop calling her that. I shouldn’t, it’s too intimate, it’s too nice. We can’t be this way; it shouldn’t feel so good to praise her.
Arianna comes up for air, gasping quietly. The hand on my balls strokes my cock quickly, her spit drips down her chin.
“Make me suck you faster, I wanna feel you come down my throat.” She smiles as she asks me for quite possibly the sexiest thing a woman could ask of a man.
My hand grips instinctively in her hair and I pull the other down to her face, pushing my thumb against her lips. She parts them for me only slightly, leaving room for my thumb to push her mouth open. My hand tangles in her hair, pulling her mouth back where it belongs. I thrust myself deeper into her throat and she chokes.
Her eyes are sparkling with water and she stares up at me as I fuck her throat harder and faster. Her little gags and fucking moans muffle on my cock, pushing me off the ledge. Warmness consumes my body as I push her head as far down on me as it’ll go, sending my cum to the back of her throat.
She doesn’t stop watching me as she drinks it down, coughing quietly on my heat. She doesn’t stop sucking me either, even as I’ve stopped thrusting. She’s licking me, driving me insane with a permanent kind of lust.
She pulls her mouth off, planting a small kiss on the head of my cock as she does.
“Can I do that again?” She asks, blinking her eyelashes at me.
My eyes nearly roll back into my head.
“Another time.” I take a deep breath. “You’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow.” My jaw tightens as I threaten her. “You’re going to have to fake some sort of injury, because I’m going to make you the sorest, you’ll ever be.”
“Promise?” Arianna grins, re
treating back further into the bed.
“Promise.”
I crawl back into bed, positioning my head between her gorgeous thighs. I can’t help but bite one, feeling her body squirm as I do. Wrapping my arms around her legs, I pull her dripping pussy inches from my lips.
“Tell me one of your fantasies while I lick your beautiful cunt, princess.” My tongue slips across her wet flesh easily, waiting to hear what devious things run through her mind.
“Sometimes…” She has to pause to moan. I slow my pace, wanting to hear more. “Sometimes, I want you to fuck another girl in front of me. Make me watch you giving her what I want. Sometimes she rides you backwards and you make me lick her pussy while she does.” Arianna slaps her hand over her mouth like she can’t believe she’s just admitted the words that escaped her.
My cock throbs, hard again for her. Ready to show her more pleasure than she can handle.
“Oh we can make that happen for sure, brat. I'd love to show you what struggling for something feels like. Watching someone get something you want…” My tongue flicks across her clit, hard and fast. She moans loudly again, pulling her hands through my hair.
“Sometimes, the girl teaches me how to scissor after.” Arianna covers her face, embarrassed of her own desires.
How can she be embarrassed by something she wants? She should revel in her open mindedness and thrive on her sex drive. Arianna is a woman to be worshipped, filthy mind included.
If a man ever needs to truly feel like a man, he only needs to fulfill a dirty woman’s desires. Hearing your name on the sultry lips of a satisfied woman is the pride everyone should strive for. Hell, it’s better than any drug I’ve ever done.
My tongue stops moving, completely stunned by her admission and how beautiful it is. My patience for this game has officially been overrun by lust. Arianna Vitale is going to be the death of me, and I’ll thank her for it as I take my last breath.
“Fuck edging, I’ll starve you of your release another day. I need my cock buried in you right now. Get on your hands and knees, baby.”
A wild smile of excitement takes over her mouth. She eagerly takes my order, flipping over and steadying herself into position.
Her body is fucking showstopping. Her soft olive skin, her little curves, her round ass and those perky little handfuls on her chest. I’m ruined for anyone else. Fucking destroyed.
“It’s going to be deeper this way,” I warn, lining myself up at her hole dripping with my saliva and her juices. “You’re going to want to pull yourself forward, don’t. After a few thrusts, it’ll be so overwhelmingly intense, the pain will shift into bliss. Trust me.”
One of my hands holds the lowest part of her hip, the other slides up her back, arching her by pushing her down further into the mattress.
I can’t keep being gentle, I’ve been trying to take it easy on her. She’s so tight and inexperienced but I’m not a soft person. I need this hard, and I think she does too.
My hands dig into her ass with a forceful grip pulling her into my thrust. Her pussy squeezes my flesh as I get nearly all of my cock embedded into her. Arianna’s breath hitches and her mouth makes a sound like I’ve just burned her, but she doesn’t pull away. I’m not going slow. I’m pulling myself out of her and slamming back in like I need to in order to survive. She’s moaning through her teeth, gripping the bed sheets with tight fists.
Sweat beads on my forehead. She’s so fucking warm and gentle it makes me ache. With a few more punishing ins and outs, Arianna’s mouth falls open. Her moans aren’t pained anymore, she’s enjoying every inch I’m giving her. Her ass pushes back into me even closer making my balls ache.
“Fuck, that’s a good girl.”
“Luca!” She cries out, panting for breath.
“Tell me how good it feels, brat. Tell me this is where you’re meant to be, underneath me, screaming my name.”
“Oh my God, this is where I’m meant to be.” Arianna’s voice shakes. “Now I know how kings fuck.”
“Listen to how fucking wet you are, babe,” I growl, pushing into her like my life depends on it. “You feel down right fucking electric clenching down on my cock, princess.”
Her moans falter through a gasp.
“Don’t ever stop, Luca, it feels too good.”
My vicious pace continues, it’s almost difficult to keep going. Her ass hitting against my skin is the most delicious sound.
“I can feel you tightening up around me, you’re getting so close to the edge. Slip your hand underneath your stomach and rub your little clit,” I encourage, starting to feel exactly how sex should feel. “Combine your favorite activity with mine.”
Arianna’s right hand slips under her stomach and I feel her fingers get to work. I don’t slow down; my pace is fast and deep but it’s fucking consistent and it’ll stay that way until she’s shaking on my cock.
She’s so willing to learn, to take directions and the things she has fantasies about are devilishly sweet. I’m going to show her everything, I’m going to give her everything she needs, consequences be damned.
“Luca…” She draws out her moan. “I– I…” Her breathing is damn near panicked.
“Don’t stop rubbing your clit, let the nerves attack each other. Come on my cock, Arianna. Give into it, let it consume you.”
Ragged moans and rushed breaths fill the air, from both of us. I can feel that she’s kept her fingers going, she’s pushing through the hardest part. So many women won’t let themselves be consumed by their orgasms, I don’t allow it. There’s nothing embarrassing about creaming so hard your body aches in ways you’ve never felt before.
“Oh my… fuck,” Arianna screams out into the mattress. Her muffled moans and the heat that hits my cock tell me she’s coming, and she’s coming hard.
“Such a good fucking whore, coming all over my dick.” My skin is consumed by warmth, I’m going to come inside her perfect little pussy for the second time today. “Gushing all over my body like a good girl is supposed to.”
Arianna's legs twitch and her toes curl, sending me completely into madness. My cock throbs, spitting my load into her wet, helpless cunt. I feel her hand fall from her pussy, exhaustedly.
Her back rises and falls as she catches her breath. I need to pull out of her before I can’t make myself. My cock glides out of her, slowly.
“Go clean yourself up, princess. You don’t want to stain Katherine’s sheets with my cum… that wouldn’t be very nice.”
She gets off of the bed slowly, probably feeling some soreness. But before she walks to the bathroom she stops and looks me up and down.
“We can’t do it again?” Her lips pout.
“Christ… Arianna, who are you?”
I get off the bed too, planning to kiss the life out of her, until I hear my phone vibrating against the floor.
“I guess that’s a no,” Arianna pouts, glancing down at the light coming from my pants on the floor.
“I have to get that,” I grimace, picking up my slacks and pulling my Blackberry out.
It’s fucking Gio, of course.
If I wasn’t already sure I’d feel guilty about secretly fucking my best friend’s little sister, the love of her life calling me after made it certain I would.
Arianna nods, making her way into the bathroom, shutting the door behind herself.
“What is it?” I answer, looking for my briefs. We don’t call unless it’s important, or too long to text. We cut right to the chase. In careers like ours, time is valuable.
“A group of fifty, from the remaining García C are starting the program on Monday.” He censors Cartel with C, we have secure lines, but we’re also overly cautious.
“No fucking way. They did it?” I keep my response vague.
“Yeah, I double checked. That’s what I’ve been doing. I’ll be back in five, with more details.”
Shit.
“Got it.” I hang up quickly.
Throwing on my briefs and slacks then pi
cking up the rest of my clothes, I rush out of Katherine’s room. The elevator takes me to the bottom floor where Gio and I have our rooms. I need to change and fucking fast, I thought I’d have more time.
I text Arianna a quick explanation before rushing to find clothes.
Luca: Gio is coming home, I had to change fast.
It’s nearly 11pm, sweatpants are acceptable.
I change out of my old pants and briefs into a pair of black joggers and a grey tank top, grab my phone and run back out of my room. I rush up the back set of stairs and finally relax when I make it to the kitchen. I look around down the hallway, Vito is sitting in the foyer. He won’t say anything even if he heard us.
Headlights peak through the foyer windows and I jog back into the kitchen. I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and jump up to sit on the counter by it. Caterina isn’t here to scold me about it, so I’ve been taking advantage. I know how to act cool, but minutes ago I was balls deep into our best friend's little sister so the pressure to act cool is definitely on.
Arianna has always had a thing for Gio and he’s never reciprocated, but I sincerely doubt it’s because he’s not interested. What the hell am I getting into here?
My phone buzzes in my pocket, it’s Arianna.
Arianna: You should let me worship you tomorrow… since it’s Sunday.
Reading the text makes my head spin.
Like I said, ruined.
Luca: You wanna worship me, good girl? I’ll allow it, if you pray to Virbius tonight. Then maybe the Italian God of Outcasts will grant your mischievous desire.
I text back, feeling clever.
I’m Virbius.
We all have these nicknames, the inner circle of the Vitale mafia are known by names you never want to hear in the darkness of night. Lorenzo’s father is Satan and Gio’s father is Lucifer. Names given to them by their victims ages ago. Lorenzo is The Demon. His grandfather declared no other name would be fit for him. Gio is Cel, the Italian God of Death. He’s a reaper. Gio isn’t a man you want to know your name.
Satan gave me my name, Virbius, as a reminder of my past. Lorenzo’s father says our pasts define how impressive our futures are. I came from nothing but sick and twisted darkness, now I bring that darkness to others and bathe in gold for it.