Page 138 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

Wanted to mark her with my own.

I kissed the swell of her tits, all plumped up and perky in a red bra that did things to me no woman in lingerie ever had. I’d seen plenty of it and never cared. It was all just skin enclosed in lace, and none of it had done anything for me.

Until it was her skin in lace. Her nipples showing through the sheer material and just fucking begging for my mouth.

I lowered my head and sucked her.

It had an immediate effect of her grinding down on my dick, her back arching to give me better access. I switched sides, sucking and biting the other nipple through the fabric, my dick aching beneath her and desperate to get in on the action.

Beside me, Lynx moved, and I eyed him, not taking my mouth from Nyah’s breasts.

He glanced away. “I’m just going to…” He made a move for the bedroom, which is probably where I should have taken Nyah, but I’d been too fucking greedy for her.

And yet I found myself grabbing his arm.

His gaze slammed into mine. I said nothing, just went back to getting Nyah naked.

While Lynx watched.

If Nyah had any hesitations about Lynx still being there, she didn’t show them. Her mouth found my neck, sucking and licking me until I was thrusting up against her, my body not caring that there were still multiple layers of clothing between us.

All I knew was I’d been fighting an attraction to her since the moment she’d walked into my house, and that it was only sweeter because she was about to marry my father.

We both knew what this was. It was a joint show, a fuck you to the man who was making both our lives miserable.

I would have fucked her, even if I hadn’t been remotely attracted to her. The fact I’d dreamed about what she’d feel like, taste like, how she’d clench around my cock only made this better.

I wanted her virginity, if she was, in fact, a virgin. Wanted her to ride my cock and shout my name so that when she walked down the aisle to my father and said I do, I would always know that I’d had her first.

I undid her bra and let her tits fall free into my hands. I pinched and tweaked her nipples, playing with them, loving the way she rocked over me, moaning, drawing my head down to suck her tits and kiss her skin.

It was Nyah who pulled my shirt over my head, her fingers tracing over my pecs and abs, eventually coming to rest over the smattering of hair across my chest that helped hide the faded Guerra scar my father had burned into me a long time ago.

I touched my fingers to hers, connecting the two of us in a way I hadn’t expected.

She let me, our breaths mingling together, and then she stood, dragging her shorts off her legs, so all she wore were the tiny panties that matched the lacy red bra now discarded somewhere on the floor.

Fuck, she was gorgeous. Slim but curvy, a rounded line to her belly that was missing from the women I’d been forced to fuck in the past. They’d all been practically concave, so skinny their bones stuck out.

I liked that Nyah’s didn’t. Liked that she had softer lines that contrasted with the sharper ones I had.

I undid the button on my jeans. Lowered the zipper. Dragged them halfway down my legs, enjoying the fact it wasn’t just Nyah’s gaze on me but Lynx’s too.

He sat back, legs spread wide, sipping his drink, his eyes at half-mast and flickering between my cock and her standing there in nothing but her panties.

I palmed my dick, stroking it once, my eyes on him. “You want me to take her with her panties on or off, Lynx?”

She glanced at him, and a pink blush crept up her cheeks, like maybe she hadn’t quite remembered he was there until I’d pointed him out.

Lynx was a good bodyguard like that. He blended into the background easily.

But I saw him. I always fucking saw him.

“Off,” he said gruffly, like he so desperately needed to say the word but that it also hurt him to do so.

“You heard him, princess,” I murmured, stroking my cock while I stared at her. “Take them off.”

It felt like a step too far. A taunt. A tease, to see if she would actually go through with this.