Emiliano's Mafia Princess

Prologue I was assigned to kill her. That was the deal. But somehow, Giuliana had found a way to quench the thirst for blood in my veins. Donatello Morano, handed me the contract with his hands, his whisky glass gleaming under the florescent light, a deadly look resting on his face. I had signed the contract with no hesitation, promising to bring back his daughter, dead. Marry his daughters, make her believe in love, and ruin her to the point of no return. That was what I was best at. But I guess there's always a first time for everything. Giuliana made me a failure for the first time. ****** Her skin gleamed under the dim light, her naked thighs brought a rush of blood to my groins. I hissed under my breath as I caught her arm, smashing her body on mine. F*ck! Those doe eyes. They did things to my brain and c**k. “Emiliano…” she whispered, her voice smooth as silk, they dripped with poisonous honey. “What do you think you're doing?” My voice sounded hoarse compared to her angelic one. She fluttered her eyelids, a deep pink color spreading on her face. Her innocence was only a pretense, but hell if that pretense didn't turn my c**k to a hard rock. I felt the precum already dripping down the head d**k. I was so gone for this girl. “I'm only getting ready for bed. Or is there a rule that I have to sleep with a shirt on?” Her voice wasn't defensive. She was merely curious. But I didn't miss the wicked glint in her eyes. “I want you to sleep with your night shirt on, just like you've done every other night,” I said instead of grabbing her and f**king her from behind. Her eyes widened a little before she bit her lip and nodded. “Okay,” she obeyed. She released her arms from mine, and walked towards the bed. But just as she got to the foot of the bed, she dragged her hands towards her ass, and pulled down her thong in a slow move. She continued to the bed, like she hadn't just pulled the only thing covering her fresh p***y from me. I cursed under my breath, as I dragged myself towards her, grabbing her before she could land on the bed. “You want me to fu*k you, don't you?” I hissed into her face. Her expression remained impassive. “I just want to sleep comfortably, Emiliano,” she said, my name rolling out of her lips like a symphony of sins. “Like hell you do.” I grabbed her neck in my large hands, before slamming her to the wall gently, but enough to pin her down. My other hand went under her shirt, ignoring the naked, wet flesh that was pulsing for my attention. I grabbed her perky boobs, a moan fighting it's way out of her lips immediately. My hands immediately found her hard, pointed n*****s. I pressed it between my fingers, eliciting a wince from her. “You like the pain, don't you?” I said as I rubbed the bud between my fingers, trying to soothe the pain I had caused earlier. Like a jolt for survival, I shred the flimsy material, acting as a barrier between her skin and mine. “Emiliano…” she gasped, but I didn't give her enough time to dwell on her ruined shirt. I grabbed her ass, my hands immediately spreading her thighs. Then I plunged two fingers into her tight hole immediately. “Oh f*ck…holy heavens!” She moaned. I continued to thrust my finger into her, my hands quickly drenched by her delicious juice. “Emiliano, please…” she begged as she held my neck tightly. She grabbed my face, her lips puckering out to catch my own, but I turned my face. I couldn't give in. If I kissed, heaven only knows what else I would do to keep her. I was already in a dangerous place. I couldn't afford to fall any deeper. I would be completely at her mercy. This wasn't love. At least, that's what I kept telling myself. Instead, I knelt down in front of her, then grabbed one of her leg to rest on my shoulder. The smell of her arousal immediately hit me like I just stepped into a garden filled with flowers. My mouth immediately watered at the thought of her juice on my lips. So I dived into her soaking p***y, taking a long drag of her sweet juice. She tasted too good to be true, but I didn't care. I wanted to die and be buried right inside her. It sounded weird, but this was home for me. I felt a pull on my hair as my tongue circled her folds, her legs shivering under me. I continued to lick, suck her and even bite her, and when I couldn't take the tightness in my trousers anymore, I threw her on the bed. F*ck! Even in her hazy and half-f****d state, she looked like a goddess. I pinned her arms above her head, my body trembling with dark need to be buried deep inside her. Her dark eyes stared at me with the same intensity, but the only difference was the knowing smirk on her face. “You can't resist me, can you?” She moaned out as I rubbed the head of my c**k on her wet entrance. “Shut up.” My voice was thick with desire. I pushed my c**k into her half way, before withdrawing back completely. She let out a groan, throwing a glare at me. “What's wrong? Are you afraid to admit you want me? Or that I've already seeped too deep into your skin, and now you're afraid I might cause a virus?” she says before throwing her head back as I thrust completely in to her to shut her up. Her p***y clenched around my c**k so tightly, I almost cummed right there. But I held on. I slammed my c**k into her harder, shutting any words that threatened to spill out of her mouths again. I suddenly grabbed her waist, turning her to rest her stomach on the bed. I didn't want to see her eyes. They made me want to ruin everything just so I can hold her in my hands every night. I was her executioner. She should never fall for me. Giuliana cried as I continued to slam into her roughly, drowning the sound of her wet p***y. “Emiliano…f*ck, please. Ohhhh, just like that. Yes, right there…” she continued to yell profanities, cursing me when I pulled out, only to slam into her, harder. This was my punishment. One minute of heaven was the only reward I get to be given. **** She was asleep when I got out of bed, a cigar in one hand, a glass of whiskey sitting on the table. My eyes trailed over her exposed skin, my handprints on her hips and ass, hickeys on her neck. But nothing on her lips. They remained in their natural size and shape. I didn't kiss her once all through the s*x. She looked ruined, just the way I like it. She was mine to ruin. But f*ck! I had to stop this madness. I had to end this before I fell any deeper. It would only lead to my ruin. I had to hate her and in return make her hate me. “You should get a picture instead,” her groggy voice broke me out of my thought. I hadn't even noticed she had opened her eyes because I was busy staring at her perfectly shaped ass. “Get up! You're moving to the guest room,” I said without looking at her. “What?” she immediately sat up. “You heard me right. Move your ass from my bed, and get yourself out.” I turned my head to her, my eyes meeting her in an angry glare. “You can’t tell me to leave my matrimonial room after f*cking me like a starving animal! I'm your fu*king wife!” She cried. “Wife?” I scoffed, taking an inhale from the cigar. “You were a job, Giuliana. A means to an end. Everything that happened last night was based on one job,” I chuckled darkly. “You're nothing special. You didn't think you would wake up to my hands being wrapped around you like a fool in love, did you?” I shook my head. Her hands clenched by her side, but her face remained neutral, like nothing I said hurt her. Donatello had taught her well. She stood up from the bed, naked, her eyes never leaving mine. She came closer, her scent hitting me immediately. I could still smell her s*x from here. I fought the urge to close my eyes and sigh. She brought her face close to mine. “You lie, Emiliano. Look me in the eye and tell me the night we spent together meant nothing to you. Tell me you didn't feel a certain heat warm your skin when you buried yourself deep inside. Prove to me, it was just s*x,” she seethed. I stared right back at her, willing my mouth to tell her how my crippling desire for her left me breathless. A passion like a wildfire raging out of control…my forbidden passion towards her burned brighter each passing day. But instead, I looked her straight in the eyes, and told her the one thing that would be considered a nightmare to any woman. “Patricia, my ex-wife. I think of her every time I thrust myself into you.” I walked closer to her, my breath fanning her cheeks, “You'll never stand in the place of my Patricia. All you'll ever be is a temporary distraction.” The look on her face broke my heart, but I knew I had finally made her hate me. But my heart? It only grew three times bigger for her.