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5- My Mafia Guardian
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Fantasy: Short Stories 5- My Mafia Guardian
Bella. I thought it was over. That Marco had finished his brutal claiming and that the sight of his men groaning and spilling their lust across the concrete floor would be the end of it. My body was still trembling ans still quaking with aftershocks when he held me pinned to the hood of the SUV his cock buried deep inside me amd his chest pressed hard against my heaving breasts.But Marco wasn’t finished.His head lifted dark eyes gleaming with something sharper than lust like a cruel possessive fire. He looked at his men every single one of them breathless, fists slick, their cocks still twitching still needy even after release.“On your knees” he barked.The sound of boots scuffing against concrete filled the garage. Every single one of them dropped with rifles still slung across their shoulders but their eyes never leaving me.Marco leaned back just slightly still keeping me stretched full and his hand sliding down to press against my swollen messy pussy where his cum was already
Fantasy: Short Stories 4- My Mafia Guardian
Bella. I thought the office was the limit. That his roughness and his tenderness and the way he claimed me under those city lights would be the farthest line we crossed. But Marco…Marco didn’t know what limits were.The next night he told me not to wear anything under the trench coat he tossed at me. No panties and no bra just bare skin under silk lining. My legs nearly buckled when I realized where he was leading me (not to the office this time and notnot to some discreet hotel) but to the underground garage where his men waited armed and unreadable.“Marco -” My voice cracked. My heart raced so hard I thought it would claw out of my chest.“Quiet” he murmured his hand heavy at my nape as he guided me forward. “You wanted to know what it means to belong to me. Tonight they’ll know it too.”The men stood in a half circle rifles slung across their shoulders ans eyes sharp. Not one of them flinched when Marco sat me on the hood of a black SUV parting my coat until the cool air kissed
Fantasy: Short Stories 3- My Mafia Guardian
Bella. The air was still heavy with sex and the scent of sweat and skin and his release dripping down my thighs when the sharp click of the office door unlocking sliced through the haze. My body went rigid under him panic flashing in my chest but Marco didn’t even lift his head from where his mouth was latched to my breast sucking lazily like he had all the time in the world.“Marco- Someone- - Stop-!” I hissed trying to push him off but he growled against my nipple biting hard enough to make me cry out. The door swung open and I froze but Marco didn’t. His hips jerked cock sliding back into my slick heat in one brutal thrust making me choke on a gasp. He pinned me harder to the desk his hand clamping over my mouth just as footsteps hit the threshold.“Sir - ?” a voice wavered. Male which is one of his assistants.Marco didn’t even look up. He pumped into me with slow strokes his cock dragging deep as if daring me to make a sound. My eyes went wide begging him but his only answer
Fantasy: Short Stories 2- My Mafia Guardian
Bella. His fingers tore my panties aside like they were paper snd the cold air hit my soaked heat before his touch followed hot and rough sliding straight through me like he had been waiting his whole life. My back arched a cry spilling from my lips but his hand clamped over my mouth before the sound could echo too loud.“Quiet. You’ll ruin us both.” he rasped his forehead pressing against mine and eyes wild. I nodded though my body betrayed me grinding shamelessly into his palm. His fingers thrust deeper and faster curling inside me until stars burst behind my eyes. Then he pulled away sudden and brutal leaving me empty and shaking. My protest barely formed before he was undoing his belt and the harsh snap echoing in the quiet dining room. My heart slammed in my chest.When he freed himself I nearly sobbed. Thick and heavy and straining. He was wayyyyy bigger than I’d ever imagined. My thighs pressed tighter but he shoved them apart again, growling. “You asked for consequence. Do
Fantasy: Short Stories 1- My Mafia Guardian
Bella. The city hadn’t changed much but I had. When the car pulled up to the gates of the De Luca estate, my stomach twisted with a thousand things I didn’t want to name. Nerves maybe. Excitement but a little. But mostly heat and it was the kind that made my palms sweaty even though the air conditioning was blasting.I hadn’t seen him in years. My guardian and my so-called protector and the man whose shadow I’d lived under for as long as I could remember. Don Marco De Luca. Everyone else called him ruthless or cold blooded and untouchable.I’d always just called him…Marco.The gates opened all tall and black iron swallowing me whole and I pressed my thighs together when I realized how hard my heart was beating. It was stupid so stupid to feel like this. He was practically family. More than family since he is my father’s best friend. The man who had raised me after tragedy.But my body didn’t care about logic.The car rolled to a stop in front of the mansion and I stepped out smoothin
Fantasy: Short Stories 5- My Bully’s Daddy (Alpha)
ELARA. The walls were mirrors. Not just on one side but all around. Floor to ceiling. The room glowed with candlelight and power and the scent of jasmine, wine and lust curling through the air like smoke. It was silent but it wasn’t empty. Across the room there are a few masked figures lounged on velvet chairs, quiet as ghosts but eyes glittering behind black and red.I stood in the center of it all barefoot on marble wearing only sheer black lace that clung to my body like a second skin. My collar sparkled at my throat. My rounded belly (still small and soft) pushed against the fabric unmistakably marked by Kael’s seed. My nipples were hard through the lace and my thighs damp.They were here for us as they were invited by him. Strangers with power and rank and and dirty secret desires. But tonight they would only watch. Silent witnesses to something they would never touch. Never taste.And I felt high on it. Drunk on being the center of his world and the obsession of theirs. Kael s
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