Page 166 of Dirty Mafia Torment

I tighten my grip on the blonde’s hair and roll my hips deeper. Her moan vibrates around me. Blow jobs are my morning coffee. Fuels me for the day by taking the edge off. I don’t skip them, ever.

At least, not by choice.

The only time I went without was when I was Massimo Grassi’s “guest.”

That is until Luna Cecilia Gallo inserted herself into my business once again.

I’d been locked in a suite on the Grassi estate, well fed and bored to tears, staring at the horizon and waiting for Sebastiano Beneventi to resolve the bullshit with Massimo. That’s when I spotted two of his men cresting the hill, dragging a girl between them.

She fought like hell, heels digging into the ground, hair wild in the wind.

I stood in the motherfucking window, feeling helpless as fuck.

What was Massimo thinking? Kidnapping me was one thing. Throwing her into my suite and locking the door behind us was beyond cruel.

“What the hell happened?” I demanded the second we were alone. I’m not easily shaken, and my veins run cold. But now she was in fucking danger? I wasn’t wearing a crystal ball—Massimo might actually have killed me, and in turn, her.

She straightened her dress and shot me a glare. “I heard Massimo kidnapped you. I came to help.”

There were a few moments in life where I came close to strangling someone. That was one of them.

Un-fucking-believable.

She was a smokeshow, all fire and bad ideas. Barely eighteen to my thirty-seven.

Didn’t stop her from stealing onto my property and invading my privacy while I swam naked in my pool.

Didn’t stop me from noticing her curves every time she walked past my terrace.

I bought an estate next door to Don Gallo’s as an investment property where I grow pistachios, unaware I’d be getting more than nuts in the deal.

And she makes me nuts. Insanely so.

The pull of the blonde’s mouth drags me back to the present. My dick throbs, but it’s not her face I see.

Fuck.

With a grunt, I shove her off me.

My erection softens instantly, angrily. “Go.”

“Will I … see you again?”

“Maybe.”

She gathers her clothes from the floor and leaves me to my thoughts.

I almost call her back because this is becoming a problem.

I’m a man who loves variety. Always up for a good chase, always down for a naughty thrill.

Still, I should never have touched Don Gallo’s daughter.

Allowed myself to be seduced by her, ignoring her lies.

Fuck her until my balls exploded.

Made her bleed on my dick, her virginity mine for the taking.

And the worst part about it aside from getting off on every second?

Now I’m shackled to her teenage ass.

The last thing I expected walking out of the Grassi estate was to be chained for life to Don Gallo’s precious little princess.

THE END