THE MAFIA'S VENGEANCE

EPISODE 3

FRANCESCA'S POV

This is what I wanted

To spite my father…

Come off it for God’s sake, the voice in my head snapped.

This was far from what I had wanted to do to spite my father.

This was all me, raw and needy for this man with his beautiful smile and wicked mouth.

I was a quivering mess of feelings and hormones as his mouth explored, leaving me weak in every spot he kissed and every area his skillful tongue ran over.

He was as though he was marking me, making me his and making sure I knew that I was being branded for life.

His… forever, the annoying voice in my head purred

No; this is just a one time thing… I don’t know him and I never would. He will be forgotten after this, I countered but even as I said this to reassure myself, I know that it is not true.

His mouth was hot and greedy as he explored and as his fingers pushed inside me, I felt the lash of pain jolt me and then pleasure so intense that I saw the moon and the stars align. My eyes rolled back in my head as the first waves of orgasm washed over me.

“Bellissima” I heard him groan right before he kissed the inside of my thighs right before his fingers scooped up my juices.

He rose slowly to his feet, his eyes on mine the whole time as I struggled to keep them open as he had commanded.

I watched as he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them with such relish that the breath was robbed from my lungs, again.

If the man had commanded that I begin walking on my head, I would have heeded immediately and without question.

He leaned towards me, taking my lips with hungry passion, plunging his tongue into my mouth to wage war with mine.

He was greedy … dark and hot and I could remember thinking he was such a hard man when I had seen him at the bar,

I was wrong.

He was anything but hard… he was a hurricane and I had just unleashed him.

His erection poked me in the belly as he continued kissing me and I rubbed leisurely against it, my heart singing when I heard the groan rumble in his chest. He was yet to get out of his clothes and I was already laying bare before him.

He finally released my lips, gazing into my eyes with something akin to wonder.

“You taste so good,” he said.

I blushed bright red as I stuttered, trying to find the right words to say but I need not have bothered because he was up now and flicking the zip of the pants he was wearing.

I watched with eyes trailing the bulge in his pants; he was huge from what I could see and licked my lips, waiting.

He slid the pants down strong muscled legs and stepped out of them with his c**k now pointing in my direction.

I can see the pre-c*m on its tip and rose before I could gauge the what I was doing, flicking my tongue against it, a purr escaping my throat.

“Naughty girl” I heard him groan, right before he flipped me over so I was kneeling with my ass arced in the air and my p***y once again bared to him.

“You are allowed to scream, Mia Cara… as much as you want” He whispered in that smooth and overly confident voice.

I gritted my teeth as his fingers touched me at my very center and as he slapped two fingers to my core, I could see now why he had said what he said because I suddenly want to scream that he take me this instant and stop teasing me senseless.

It was as though he heard my protest because I suddenly felt the hot tip of his c**k rubbing against me and I moaned in the ecstasy of what was to come but nothing could have prepared me for the onslaught as he plunged deep into me.

He was out before I could even form the thought of how wonderful that felt and then he was in before I could protest that he returned his desertion.

Every movement and every plunge of his c**k elicited a gasp from me as I fought to steady myself even when I knew fully well that I was drowning… I was been swept away and if I had to save myself from this, I would choose not to.

He was muttering now, rough words in Italian as he continued invading me, branding me and it was one thought as I cried out, another orgasm rolling through me as I heard the loud groan escape his lips right before he joined me and we both rode the waves

I am done for

As we laid together with one of his hands around my waist in silent possession, I felt my body thrumming with renewed energy.

So this was what it felt like, I thought to myself. Or was it because of him?

I turned until I was watching his face as he slept, the rough edges were all smoothened out, leaving me staring at the most beautiful sleeping face I had ever seen.

I cannot be here, I told myself as I continued watching him sleep.

He stirred slightly and I used that as an opportunity to recline so I was no longer in his grasp. I watched a lock of hair fall into his face and resisted the urge to remove it because I knew that if I touched him again, I would be lost.

I reached for my dress and the panties which were uselessly discarded. Colours filled my cheeks as I recalled how he had torn it away and how he had sniffed it.

“I hope we never meet again, stranger” I whispered vehemently as I pulled the dress over my head.

I slipped out of the room, my heart beating mercilessly against my chest.

I had thought I wanted to get back at my father… ruin him somehow but instead I was the one who had been ruined and in the most delicious way possible.