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Story: The Mafia Heir's Obsession
Seamus will be arriving soon to arrange for the girl’s return. Mary O’Brien runs the safe house with her husband who’s backup muscle, but my money’s on Mary being the one to take a fucker down. I’ve known her since Belfast, a lifetime ago.
Lucie goes in to talk to the girl and I sit down and share a whiskey with Mary.
“So, that’s your girl? Cute. Good?”
I shrug off the “good” question. Just becauseIthink she just might be on the up-and-up doesn’t mean I’m gonna share that with anyone. So instead, we talk old times and the fact that O’Sullivan’s been seen. Mary’s adamant a crap bomb has his name all over it.
I’m still struggling with the how.
Because even if he followed us, he’d have had to get into the restaurant and out again all with us not seeing.
“If the girl knows anything, saw anything, as small as it might be, she just might tell Lucie, someone she knows.”
“The little girl’s innocent.” Mary laughs. “Can you imagine? Innocent? At that age?”
The door bursts open and Seamus walks in. “What did I miss? Anything good? Anybody die?”
Revenge is a dish best served cold. Or, you know, when it’s the right time.
Since returning Nadia to her father and turning down the offer of a reward means one grateful father who will want to pay me back at some point.
And my assumption was right. He’s an asset I could use down the line.
I’ve been so busy this week that I haven’t dealt with Lucie’s insanely expensive shopping spree or her fucking asshat of a father.
The man’s called and I know he wants to talk about what happened in Jamaica, wants to try to wiggle in on any side hustles we might have.
I do want to talk to him, but he needs to wait—and fucking sweat—in the meantime. I have work to do first.
We’ve been setting up deeper roots, expanding our base. The connections that I’ve chosen to use from de Rosa are good, but what we’re finding more lucrative is our connection to the de Rosa name.
I haven’t had much time with Arnold, who’s quickly turning into a confident dog. Oh, he has moments, but he’s smart, strong, and for some unknown reason loves that idiotic cat with the ridiculous name.
Lucie’s in the shower when I get home earlier than expected on Friday.
I’m fine with that. I strip off my clothes and get in the shower with her, kissing away her little scream and pressing her into the wall.
Fuck. She makes me so damn hard, and I don’t even think as I lift her and drive into her pussy. She’s tight and the stretch around my cock is enough to almost send me over the edge.
“Oh my God…” she mewls.
I’m balls deep, and I hold the position. A throb beats in my dick and tightens my balls. “Fuck, Lucie. So good.”
The water is hot and she’s even hotter. Little ripples shoot down to my cock. I kiss her, pushing her lips open with my tongue as I start to move inside of her.
She digs her fingers into the back of my neck and kisses me back, biting and sucking at my tongue.
It’s hard, deep, fast, her body gripping me tight, sucking me in every time I pull out.
This should be a crime, how she seems made for me, a perfect vessel for my cock. Every single fucking rung on my ladder pulls just so to send tight little tingles of pleasure rolling down my cock to suck at my balls and then spear up my spine.
I bite her lip, then kiss down to her throat and suck. She rewards me with a gasping moan as she bounces on my cock.
Her legs tighten as she rides each thrust, her clit angled to rub against me and I want to feast on that, on her cunt, her mouth. Shit, I want all of her, everywhere and at once.
Lucie’s pure adrenaline, a life force that lights me up. It’s not just the physical, it’s chemistry. Something with us just clicks and she moans as she pushes herself up and down as much as she can as she spasms around me, cunt clenching hard, that slick tunnel milking me.
The pressure builds, the need to release, to come overtakes, and I thrust hard into her. I slam a hand against the tile, mashing her into the wall as the orgasm explodes, my mind and body spinning. My cock pulsates, twitching with my release, and I flood her with my cum.
Lucie goes in to talk to the girl and I sit down and share a whiskey with Mary.
“So, that’s your girl? Cute. Good?”
I shrug off the “good” question. Just becauseIthink she just might be on the up-and-up doesn’t mean I’m gonna share that with anyone. So instead, we talk old times and the fact that O’Sullivan’s been seen. Mary’s adamant a crap bomb has his name all over it.
I’m still struggling with the how.
Because even if he followed us, he’d have had to get into the restaurant and out again all with us not seeing.
“If the girl knows anything, saw anything, as small as it might be, she just might tell Lucie, someone she knows.”
“The little girl’s innocent.” Mary laughs. “Can you imagine? Innocent? At that age?”
The door bursts open and Seamus walks in. “What did I miss? Anything good? Anybody die?”
Revenge is a dish best served cold. Or, you know, when it’s the right time.
Since returning Nadia to her father and turning down the offer of a reward means one grateful father who will want to pay me back at some point.
And my assumption was right. He’s an asset I could use down the line.
I’ve been so busy this week that I haven’t dealt with Lucie’s insanely expensive shopping spree or her fucking asshat of a father.
The man’s called and I know he wants to talk about what happened in Jamaica, wants to try to wiggle in on any side hustles we might have.
I do want to talk to him, but he needs to wait—and fucking sweat—in the meantime. I have work to do first.
We’ve been setting up deeper roots, expanding our base. The connections that I’ve chosen to use from de Rosa are good, but what we’re finding more lucrative is our connection to the de Rosa name.
I haven’t had much time with Arnold, who’s quickly turning into a confident dog. Oh, he has moments, but he’s smart, strong, and for some unknown reason loves that idiotic cat with the ridiculous name.
Lucie’s in the shower when I get home earlier than expected on Friday.
I’m fine with that. I strip off my clothes and get in the shower with her, kissing away her little scream and pressing her into the wall.
Fuck. She makes me so damn hard, and I don’t even think as I lift her and drive into her pussy. She’s tight and the stretch around my cock is enough to almost send me over the edge.
“Oh my God…” she mewls.
I’m balls deep, and I hold the position. A throb beats in my dick and tightens my balls. “Fuck, Lucie. So good.”
The water is hot and she’s even hotter. Little ripples shoot down to my cock. I kiss her, pushing her lips open with my tongue as I start to move inside of her.
She digs her fingers into the back of my neck and kisses me back, biting and sucking at my tongue.
It’s hard, deep, fast, her body gripping me tight, sucking me in every time I pull out.
This should be a crime, how she seems made for me, a perfect vessel for my cock. Every single fucking rung on my ladder pulls just so to send tight little tingles of pleasure rolling down my cock to suck at my balls and then spear up my spine.
I bite her lip, then kiss down to her throat and suck. She rewards me with a gasping moan as she bounces on my cock.
Her legs tighten as she rides each thrust, her clit angled to rub against me and I want to feast on that, on her cunt, her mouth. Shit, I want all of her, everywhere and at once.
Lucie’s pure adrenaline, a life force that lights me up. It’s not just the physical, it’s chemistry. Something with us just clicks and she moans as she pushes herself up and down as much as she can as she spasms around me, cunt clenching hard, that slick tunnel milking me.
The pressure builds, the need to release, to come overtakes, and I thrust hard into her. I slam a hand against the tile, mashing her into the wall as the orgasm explodes, my mind and body spinning. My cock pulsates, twitching with my release, and I flood her with my cum.
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