Page 140 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

I did it without looking at him. Dropped my fingers into the gap between mine and Nyah’s bodies and circled the little bundle of nerves, making her moan, driving her wild, over and over until her nails dug into my back and each drop onto my cock was accompanied with an, “Oh!”

Her pussy fluttered. I could feel every internal muscle tightening and releasing in preparation for her orgasm, and I lost my grip on mine. I needed to come. I’d needed it since the first feel of her, hell, I’d needed it for all the weeks she’d been sleeping in the bedroom next to mine.

“Nyah,” I groaned, rubbing her clit faster and harder, each upward thrust of my body working with hers in a rhythm that was blowing my mind. “Fuck. Want to feel you come on me, princess.”

She moaned, writhing over the top of me, entirely too sexy for a woman who wasn’t mine. Her movements got faster, jerkier. She took what she needed, chasing down that center of pleasure, until her moans were so loud they filled the entire plane, despite its rumble.

“Luca!” she screamed as she came.

And fuck me, my name on her lips did me in. I tried to pull out. Tried grabbing her hips to lift her off me, but she determinedly sank down on me, over and over, riding me hard and fast, needing every plunge and my cock inside her to draw out her orgasm.

I had no fucking chance. Not with her pussy clamping down on me so fucking sweetly it was torture.

I came hard, my cock deep inside the pussy I knew in my gut was mine.

Not my fucking father’s.

I emptied everything I had into her, fucking her fast and deep, this show no longer hers but all about me. I pushed her down onto her back, slamming myself into her, loving the way her eyes rolled back with pleasure, her long dark hair spread out around her.

I thrust into her until I had absolutely nothing left, and even then, I stayed there, her sweet thighs trembling around me, her skin warm and flushed beneath me.

I glanced over at Lynx, who looked entirely too in control for a man who’d just gotten a surprise free sex show. But his gaze was on Nyah beneath me, and when she turned her head toward him, something changed in their expressions. A silent communication I couldn’t read but that had me swirling with a jealousy that wasn’t mine to keep.

She wasn’t my woman. She could have silent conversations with whoever she wanted.

I pulled out of her and tried not to notice my cum trickling out of the pink slit between her legs.

I walked away to the bathroom, knowing it was a dog act to leave her there, a complete mess because of me, but I needed a minute to get myself under control.

And to remember that she was my father’s woman. And that sex had been nothing but us getting back at a man we both hated.

It didn’t mean she was mine.

No matter how much it might have felt like she was.

43

NYAH

Dear Diary,

I’m the rose, the thorn, and the blood on the tablecloth.

Icouldn’t face either of them as we walked off the plane. Lynx carried my bag for me, but I avoided his gaze, his gruff “off” when Luca had asked him about my panties burned into my brain.

It was supposed to just be sex. A way of keeping my head attached to my neck for as long as possible.

I wasn’t supposed to have enjoyed it. I wasn’t supposed to have loved the feel of Lynx watching. Wasn’t supposed to have gotten turned on by sliding up and down Luca’s cock and having pleasure course through me so hot and fast that I’d actually come, his name on my lips.

The scent of him was still all over my skin.

I walked a couple of paces ahead of both of them, weaving my way through the crowded airport, though I knew exactly where they were. After what we’d just done, I was so hyperaware of both of them.

Relief filled me when I spotted a suited driver holding up an iPad with the name Guerra written on it.

Luca spotted it at the same time I did and mumbled something about his father sending a babysitter for us, but I was glad to have an extra person in the vehicle for the drive to our hotel. It would have been unbearable if Luca had wanted to rent a car and drive himself.

Just me and the man I’d joined the Mile High Club with and our buddy who’d watched the whole thing.