Mafia Princess

by Bella J

  “I want to taste you.” Lorik traced his lips up my neck and I moaned against his hand. “I want to lick that sweet little pussy of yours right here, right now.” He reached around my hips and cupped me between my legs. I already felt that gnawing need to be filled to the brim.

  His lips traveled back down my neck. “Is that okay with you, Karina? Would you like me to lick you right here in the hall knowing that someone could catch us at any moment?”

  It was so bad, but the thought about getting caught sent my body into a flurry of lust and excitement. Since he still had his hand over my mouth all I could do was nod, and then his fingers tore through my underwear.

  “I don’t think you’re going to have one single piece of underwear left after I’m done with you.” I could hear that damn arrogant smirk in his voice, but it no longer annoyed me. It only added fuel to the already blazing fire inside my core.

  He removed his hand from between my legs and the cold air assaulted my warm skin. My body immediately missed his touch and the ache between my legs intensified threefold.

  Abruptly he grabbed my hips and turned me to face him. Our eyes meet and I sucked in a breath when I saw the hunger burning through his dark irises. It’s exactly as it was last night, the strong pull between us. Only, I had no idea if I was only imagining it, but it actually felt stronger now than it was before. It was like our bodies were calling out to each other now that we had tasted what it felt like to be one.

  My legs weakened as my desire grew stronger, the aching pulse between my legs taking full control of my body. I need him. I need him to claim me like he did last night. I need him to take my body to the place only he can. And I need to lose myself in him.

  His alluring mouth pulled up at the sides while he dragged his fingers up the inside of my thigh.

  “Are you wet for me, princess?” Oh God, am I ever. Finally he slipped his finger through my slit and inhaled sharply when he felt just how ready I was for him. One would never think that I was filled with fear just a few minutes ago since I’m now consumed with the need to accept every ounce of pleasure Lorik was about to give me.

  He dropped to his knees in front of me, like a sinner about to repent, to atone for all his past sins. Only difference was, he’s about to commit another earth shattering sin while he stared at my bare pussy.

  “God, what a sight.” He licked his lips like he could already taste me, and it sent shivers down my spine.

  When he placed his hands on the top of my thighs, I whimpered as he spread me open with his thumbs, the touch making my legs shake.

  He groaned. “Fuck the pearly gates of Heaven, nothing compares to the paradise between your legs.” And then he dragged his tongue all along my outer lips causing my body to shudder as the hunger inside my core skyrocketed.

  “Lorik.” I placed my hands on his shoulders trying to keep myself from falling.

  Around and around his tongue swirled, never actually going where I needed him to. He was purposefully avoiding that one spot guaranteed to propel me into a mind-blowing orgasm.

  With gentle, leisurely strokes he slowly started to drive me fucking crazy pushing me all the way to the edge but not allowing me to fall over. I reached behind his head, weaving my fingers through his dark hair while my hips started to move.

  “Lorik, please.”

  “Hold on, baby.”

  His thumbs spread me wider, and then finally he dragged his tongue through and up my slit until he started to tease against that one spot I’ve been dying for him to reach. My body shuddered violently against the cold wall, and my hips started to move faster while every muscle in my stomach tightened.

  He paused, lifted his hands and gripped my hips. “Keep still.”

  “Are you kidding me? That’s like asking me to stop breathing.”

  “Then stop breathing. I don’t care what the fuck you do, but you keep these greedy hips of yours still so that I can eat you the way I fucking want to.”

  “Oh God.” I moaned, leaning my head back against the wall.

  His thumbs are back between my legs, opening me wide for him, his tongue working every inch of me. The urge to move my hips was so fucking strong, it took every ounce of control I had left to stop myself. A few quick flicks of his tongue forced me hard and fast toward the orgasm threatening to erupt up my spine, and my insides were twisted tight with the need for release.

  “You have no idea how fucking good you taste. I don’t know why I didn’t do this earlier. I’d feast on you every goddamn day of my life.” He sucked harder, the gentle strokes of his tongue something of the past. I tightened my grip on his shoulder and behind his head while my body started climbing. I’m about to fucking burst into flames with this man’s head buried between my legs.

  He snaked his arm around my hip and lifted my leg, guiding it over his shoulder spreading me even wider, allowing him more access to kiss and lick every inch of my sensitive flesh.

  “God, Lorik.”

  “Don’t move those hips of yours, princess.”

  I moaned, pleasure and frustration mixing together, threatening to incinerate me.

  “I’ve wanted to taste you all day, and I plan on getting my fill.” Harder, faster he started to suck and lick, pushing my body to the extreme. It was the most satisfying torture I have ever experienced. The way my body ached for release, yet enjoying the torment of being kept right there on the edge the entire time was the best kind of contradiction.

  And then I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

  “Oh God. Lorik, someone’s coming.”

  “That someone better be you, princess.” He moaned against me and the vibrations shoot up between my legs crashing against my core.

  More footsteps. “Lorik, I’m serious.”

  “Me too. I’m not stopping until I taste your cum on my tongue.”

  “Fuck! I need to move, please.”

  He let out another moan, and I took it as my cue. With my one hand behind his head, I pushed his face deeper between my legs and started to rock my hips, fucking his mouth like my damn life depended on it.

  The footsteps got louder and louder, and my body started to climb higher and higher. I could already feel the start of my orgasm moving up my spine, and there was no way I would be able to stop now, whether someone came walking around that corner or not. Stopping now would mean death.

  “Come on my tongue, princess.” Lorik pushed two fingers inside me, taking me completely by surprise, and that’s all my body needed to finally fall apart. I let out a loud moan while my climax crashed through me, tearing me open at the seams. Every muscle inside my body tightened and I shook almost uncontrollably while Lorik continued to lap up every drop of my pleasure. My grip in his hair tightened and I heard him moan and curse between my legs. It felt like my mind, my soul, everything just fucking exploded into a thousand pieces of pleasure. Then as my orgasm finally started to fizzle away, the footsteps got louder—closer.

  Lorik jerked up and pulled my skirt down before crashing his lips against mine. I could taste my own sweetness on his lips and against his tongue, again rousing my insatiable hunger for him.

  I opened my eyes just in time to see a man walk around the corner. The second he spotted us making out against the wall, he shook his head then disappeared up the next flight of stairs.

  I peeled my lips away from Lorik’s. “He’s gone.”

  Lorik looked down at me, his eyes filled with determination. “And I’m not done yet.”

  Chapter 16

  LORIK

  Holy fuck. I jerked my cock hard and shot the white ribbons of my release on my own damn stomach. Karina has been riding me like a champ for the last I don’t know how long. She moved those sinful, curvy hips of hers like she was born to fuck. All I could do the entire time was dig my fingers into the skin of her waist and let her fuck me until I saw damn stars. Normally I’m not a huge fan of getting ridden since I prefer to do the fucking. But by God, when she forced me on my back and straddled me I
had no way of fighting against the most intense pleasure I have ever felt. From there it just got better and better, until I was unable to fucking move, giving her all the damn power.

  She fell down beside me and we both lie there panting like we just ran a fucking marathon. I didn’t think it was possible, but the sex we just had managed to outdo the fuckery we had last night. It’s like this woman was possessed with the need to fuck and to be fucked—which kind of let me think she was trying to get rid of something. Not that I was complaining, but it was obvious there was something heavy steering her lust and her need to lose herself.

  I looked her way. “Could you do me a favor?”

  She frowned. “You want a towel?”

  “So you’re not just a pretty face.” I winked at her, and she planted her fist against my arm before jumping off the bed. My eyes were glued to her naked ass as she swayed her hips from side to side.

  I placed my arm behind my head and stared at her, taking in her nakedness. This would probably sound like every damn cliché in the book, but I have never seen a woman as gorgeous as her. Every sensual curve, every perfect inch of her body was nothing short of exquisite—especially paired with the confidence she was currently oozing while strolling naked up and down my bedroom.

  She tossed a towel onto my stomach. “There you go cowboy.”

  “If I remember correctly you’re the one that went all cowgirl, riding me like I was the last fucking stallion on earth.”

  She scoffed before climbing over me onto the other side of the bed.

  I did not think it would be possible, but I swear to God that my cock just twitched when she maneuvered herself over me.

  I wiped myself clean and threw the towel on the floor before turning onto my side to face her. “So what’s up?”

  She snorted. “Cheesy much?”

  “No, I don’t mean what’s up, what’s up. I mean, what’s up, as in what’s going on?”

  She turned her head and looked at me. “What do you mean?”

  “See, I know women. And whenever a woman wants to fuck like we just did, there’s usually something fueling it.”

  “So you’re saying you’ve fucked like that before?”

  I stiffened. “I’m not exactly sure what the right answer is to that.”

  “Oh my God!” She slapped my shoulder, and I laughed. “You are such an asshole.” But the way she said it with a playful smile on her face told me I was everything but an asshole to her.

  We settle down again and I watch as she nestled her head deeper into the pillow, her eyes closed.

  “So are you going to tell me?”

  She peeked at me with one eye. “Tell you what?”

  “Tell me what fueled you. Did something happen?”

  “There’s nothing to tell.” She closed her eye again as if it was her way of dismissing me.

  “Princess—”

  “I told you,” both her eyes open, “don’t call me princess.”

  I shift, taking her completely by surprise when I pushed myself on top of her, settling myself between her legs. “I like calling you princess, so get fucking used to it.”

  “Did I mention that you’re an asshole?”

  “More than once.” I grinned. “Now tell me.”

  She leaned her head to the side pretending to gaze out the bedroom window when she’s actually avoiding making eye contact.

  “It’s nothing.” Her answer was clipped, and I didn’t buy it for a second.

  “Does this nothing have something to do with Enzio?” What can I say? I’m a cop, which makes me a prier.

  “Maybe.” Another short answer that raised my suspicion.

  “Karina.”

  “Okay, fine.” She huffed. “After last night’s standoff with Enzio, Antonio wanted answers.”

  I narrowed my eyes into slits. “And you gave him these answers?”

  “Yeah.” She looked past me up at the ceiling.

  “And how did that go down?”

  “Better than I expected actually.”

  I straightened my arms and push myself up, feeling confused as hell. “But that’s good then, right?”

  She placed her hands on her forehead, weaving her fingertips through her hair. “I guess.”

  I cocked a brow. “But now your secret is out in the open and you have no idea what to expect from Antonio.”

  She sighed. “Yeah.”

  “Tell me what you told Antonio.”

  Suddenly I was overwhelmed with the need to know her secret. I’ve already figured out that her secret had something to do with Enzio and the fact that he hurt her. But now I wanted to know how he hurt her, and how deep her scars went.

  She covers her eyes with her palms. “Not tonight, please, Lorik. I already had to relive it when I told Antonio. For now I just want to try and forget.”

  There was desperation in her voice, and even though I’m the world’s biggest prier, I decided to not push it. Something told me that she had been pushed enough during the last few days.

  “Okay,” I conceded—for now.

  I put my elbows down above her shoulders and placed my hands on her head, wiping the hair out of her face. Our gazes meet, and then it happens—a moment. One of those moments you read about in books or see in a movie, a moment between lovers where something shifts. You don’t know what it is, what’s happening, all you know is that it’s happening. She blinks, her thick, black eyelashes framing dark eyes that suddenly possessed the power to stun me into silence. I know I’ve said it before, that she’s beautiful—but right now her beauty surpasses every thought I ever had about how perfect she is. There’s soft, faint little freckles scattered over her nose and under her eyes, freckles I haven’t noticed before. And there’s a tiny little beauty mark just above where the dimple would appear every time she smiled. What the fuck is happening to me? Since when do I notice stuff like freckles, beauty marks, and dimples? Up until now I only used to notice tits, ass, and shaven pussies, that’s it. But now, this close, I see so much more. I see her—Karina. Even though she acted as tough as nails, her eyes give it away—the sadness, the heartache, and the need to break free. Like a trapped bird she’s longing for freedom, something she will never have as long as she’s a Valenti.

  Leaning down I kissed her warm heart-shaped lips gently, softly, as if they could break. Her eyes close, but I keep mine open. I want to see her, watch her, make sure I don’t miss a fucking thing. It’s like time stopped and reality seized all around us. There’s nothing else but us and this moment. It’s weird, insane, and incredibly disarming because I’ve always been a free spirited kind of guy, never allowing feelings and emotions to tie me down. But right here, right now I’m feeling a whole lot of emotions I’ve never felt before—and it’s scaring the shit out of me.

  Karina moved her hips beneath me, and an ache shot up my cock straight through my spine. I want her. I want her now, later, tomorrow, next week, next month…next year. Right now I want her for as long as possible, for as long as my future will permit.

  Oh my God, I’m turning into a pussy.

  I jolt upright and pushed myself off the bed. The feelings currently crashing against my chest in waves of emotion aren’t exactly what I expected. Maybe it’s because I’ve never felt them before, now it just took me by surprise. It’s really fucking intense.

  “What’s wrong?” Karina pushed herself up on her elbows. My gaze flitted down to her beautiful, perky tits and I immediately started salivating to taste more of her, to suck one of those hard nipples into my mouth. But it’s more than that. My cock is rock hard, my body nothing but tight muscles and raw instinct…but there’s also this gnawing feeling on the inside of my chest that’s making me want to do so much more than just fuck her. I want to make love to her, I want to give her the best of me—all of me…I need a fucking drink.

  With a few quick and long strides I’m out the door rushing down the hall to the kitchen. Beer, Bourbon, whiskey, I don’t give a fuck what it is, I just need t
o consume something that will make these feelings currently eating away at my chest go away.

  “What just happened?”

  I grab a beer and shut the fridge before turning to face her. She’s still gloriously naked, leaning against the wall looking as sexy and delicious as sin. My cock is my worst fucking enemy right now.

  “It’s nothing. I just…I need a beer.”

  She sauntered closer to me, and once again my eyes find her naked body, my gaze traveling from her voluptuous tits to her bare pussy…and then back up again. Goddammit, why can’t I stop wanting her?

  Karina stopped about two feet away, her eyes staring at me like she can see right through my fucking soul. “Are you sure? Because it seemed like you were there the one second, then gone the next. Like I lost you there.”

  If only you knew…

  I cleared my throat. “Nope. I’m still here.” I try to play down my awkward behavior, and without my fucking consent my gaze drifted down to her pussy again. My cock jolted. “See,” I point at my dick, “he’s here too.”

  She laughs…she fucking laughs, and it’s instantly the best goddamn sound I have ever heard.

  Her curls hang down her shoulders in wild disarray, and she sweeps them back with her hand, allowing them to fall back around her face. If I could paint a motherfucking picture, I’d paint that right there. Picasso can kiss my fucking ass.

  Without thinking straight, I slam my beer down on the counter and grab her hips, pulling her hard against me. With my one hand on her hip I palm her cheek with the other, staring down into her eyes. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”

  She nestled her cheek deeper into my touch. “The same thing you’re doing to me,” she whispers, and the moment shoots straight through my motherfucking chest right into my heart.

  I search her beautiful face, study every feature, trying to figure out how this woman managed to change my life within the blink of an eye. “How is this even possible, Karina? We hardly know each other.”