Page 61 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

But Luca’s promises of fucking me whispered deliciously in my ears.

I pushed the vibrator between my legs, hard and fast, my pussy taking it easily, right to the wide base.

I gasped with the pleasure it provided. Withdrew it and pushed it in again.

On the third thrust, my hips went with it, each push of the toy inside me driving me closer and closer to the orgasm I’d needed since Luca had walked into that kitchen.

Hell, earlier even. Since Dax had walked into that bathroom and kissed me like he had so many times before.

In my head, the fantasy changed, and it was both of them working my body, me sandwiched between the two of them, taking Dax in front and letting Luca fuck me in places nobody else had.

But he’d put the idea of taking my ass in my head, and now I couldn’t let it go.

I pumped the vibrator harder, faster, my fingers joining in on my clit, my body needing all of it to get me over the line.

I turned up the vibrations until I was rocking my hips, moaning every time the toy filled me, gasping every time my imagination showed me Dax or Luca touching me.

I came hard, an earth-shattering orgasm I couldn’t have held in even if I’d wanted to. I gave a shout, an indistinguishable noise rather than actual words, and was thankful for it because I knew, without a doubt, Lynx and anyone else within a hearing distance had to have heard me.

But I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t care. I rode the vibrator, fucked myself with it, shook and pulsed and trembled around it, like it was the cock I so desperately wanted it to be.

And when I finally came down from my orgasm high, I looked at myself in the mirror and wished I had a phone so I could take a photo for Luca. So I could show him what his dirty words had done to me.

I gave a sharp shake of my head; suddenly really glad my phone had been confiscated by my father before I’d even walked out the door. Because in that hazy, sexed-up state, I might have been stupid enough to do it.

And then I would have given Luca Guerra everything he needed to prove I wasn’t the loyal fiancée I was claiming to be.

No. Making myself come with a vibrator was as close to having sex with Luca Guerra as I was ever going to get.

20

LYNX

Dear Diary,

Nothing bonds two men quite like standing in awkward silence while a woman orgasms in the next room.

Everything was fine in the hallway. I had my grape paintings to keep me occupied, and I was up to at least three hundred when I thought I heard something from the other side of Nyah’s bedroom door.

I paused, listening to see if it came again, but when it didn’t, I went back to staring at the grapes.

“Why are you squinting like that?” Luca asked.

I jumped a mile, sucking in a breath so sharp I ended up coughing. “Where the fuck did you come from?”

But it was pretty obvious. He had sneakers on, and the only other thing on his body was a pair of running shorts. He had one AirPod in his ear, and the other in his hand, his dark hair sweaty and messed up.

He looked so good that it took me a long moment of staring and I forgot I’d promised Nyah I’d warn her if anyone was coming.

I gave three quick knocks on Nyah’s door, blocking the movement from Luca’s view with my body, though there wasn’t much I could do about the sound.

Luca slung a hand towel over his shoulder. “I was down in the gym. Needed a run.”

“I didn’t even know there was a gym here.”

“There is. A big one. It’s down in the basement. With the cages.”

I raised an eyebrow. “The cages?”