“Mean, mean man,” I accuse as he helps me to my feet and fixes my dress and hair.“I need to fix my makeup.”I’m certain my lipstick now stains his dick.
“No, I like you looking like my little sex doll.Makeup still in place, but a dreamy look on your face.Perfection.”He leans down to drop a kiss on my mouth, and I’m surprised by how much I enjoy my musk on his lips and stubbled beard.“Do I smell like you now?”
“Yes,” I sigh happily.
“Good.No more of this insecurity.You are my queen.The place I find happiness, and nothing or no one will ever change that, and if they try to, I’ll kill them.”His vicious tone shouldn’t be as astonishing as it is, but his seriousness takes me aback.Even after Preston confirmed his biggest secret.
“So, it’s true then?”I glance up hesitantly.“You’re part of the mafia?”
A harshness enters his eyes that I’ve rarely seen when he’s with me.It turns my veins to ice.“Mia amore, I’m not simply part of the mafia.I am the one and only kingpin of Detroit.My word is law in these parts, and I don’t tolerate disrespect or betrayal.”It seems like I’m being given a warning.
“I see.”I’m not sure I do entirely, but I’m learning.
“I’m your king”—he leans down to nuzzle his face into my neck, biting over the collar of my dress—“and you are my queen, my life, my sanctuary.Darkness in the daylight, you are my heaven at night.”My breath catches at his inference.
“And if this isn’t the life I wanted?”It hurts just saying those words.I never want to leave Lucca.
“It’s too late now,mia amore.”The veiled threat has the opposite effect than intended.I whimper, my pussy floods with arousal, and my nipples harden to the point of pain.“You like that.The threats, the danger, the fact I’ll never allow you to run from me.I’ll chain you to my bed before you can even formulate an escape plan.”I sigh as he slides a hand into the slit of my dress and rewards me with a soft clit massage.“You’ll be my little prisoner, taking dick whenever I feel the urge.Screaming while I hurt you.”Whimpers escape me, and the pressure of release brings me to the cusp of tipping over the edge.“Don’t worry, my sweet little doll, I’ll have you screaming loud enough to wake the dead in a very short time.”
He pinches my clit, and a short but intense orgasm jolts through my body.Held up only by Lucca’s hand around my throat, I nearly pass out from the pleasure.
CHAPTER16
Lucca
It’s a relief that Coco knows who I am now, that the truth is no longer a secret between us.Despite how she found out—a price Preston will pay for later—she hasn’t run.In fact, it turns her on how deadly I am.While my threats to harm her were empty, the sexual pain can be every bit as effective, and now that I know she’s anticipating it, I find myself formulating ways to broaden her desires.
“Have I mentioned how stunning you are?”With a hand on her back and my lips to her ear, I guide her to our table near the back, affording us privacy.
“In fact, you haven’t.”I growl at her teasing smile.She smells like me, and I can’t get enough of it.I plastered her lovely tits with my cum after she sucked my soul out of my balls, and I want to paint her with it now.Her porcelain skin would be the most exquisite canvas.
“Apologies,mia amore.I can’t take my eyes off you.”Brushing my lips along her throat, I guide her into the circular booth before joining her, then wave away the hostess with a flick of my hand.My attention remains focused on the woman that I call mine.
“That was kind of rude,” she leans up to whisper in my ear.Her soft breath is feverish against my skin.
“What was?”I meet her gaze, not understanding what she means.
“Waving the girl away without a thank you,” she points out, and when I see the uncertainty in her eyes, it hits me like a sledgehammer.Coco works in the service industry and has likely been brushed off in the same manner before.
“You’re right,” I reply, because she is.“I hadn’t even thought about it before.”Gesturing to a waiter, I ask him, “Could you send the hostess who seated us over?”I add, “Please,” when I’m elbowed in the ribs.
The man pales.“Is something wrong?I can get a manager…”
My head shakes before he’s finished, and I respond, “No, just send her over.Please.”Being challenged like this is unusual for me.
Coco turns her head into my chest, giggling at the blanched skin of the server in the face of my potential wrath.“Does everyone know who you are, and I was just oblivious?”
I shrug, not wanting her to feel foolish because I happen to adore her innocent, wide-eyed way she looks at the world.
“Yes?”The hostess appears, slightly nervous and with a man hovering a few feet away.The manager, I presume.
Coco sits back slightly to watch our interaction.
“I wanted to apologize for the way I dismissed you.My wife wasn’t pleased, and I realized you’re just doing your job with little to no appreciation.”Taking out a crisp hundred-dollar bill from my pocket, I hand it to her.“This is yours.”My eyes shift to the manager.“And it better stay that way.”
The girl, who is maybe nineteen, becomes speechless as she stares at the bill.“Thank you.”Her throat works hard to swallow while fighting back tears.“Thank you so much.”
“Hey.”Coco grabs her attention.“If anyone tries to take that from you, send them this way.Lucca won’t allow them to steal from you.”The girl preens under my woman’s promise.
