All Chapters of MAFIA LORD LOVER: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

FaustDrinking a glass of ciró, I kept an eye on the clock while I waited. Work distracted me for the rest of the night, but it was late and a feeling of dread settled in my stomach. Giulio and Francesca should have already returned.I was wrong? Did he feel a romantic connection with her? I had to tread carefully. My gut told me that Giulio didn't think of Francesca that way, but there was a small chance I had misjudged the situation.I snorted as I looked at the dark vineyards. I haven't misjudged a situation since I was fourteen, which is how I've stayed alive for so long. No, everything told me that the two of them weren't attracted to each other and that she was attracted to me.I would soon find out.Just as I was about to take a shower, I heard Giulio's Ferrari enter the garage. Anticipation stirred my gut. I couldn't see them from my window, but I could hear the sound of their laughter on the way inside, then the front door slammed.Giulio came to me immediately. He was a good

FaustWORK WAS A WASTE OF TIME . I couldn't concentrate, my mind was still stuck on Francesca. I hadn't slept last night, even after masturbating in the shower. This morning I made myself cum again after what happened in the dining room, standing in the bathroom and stroking myself furiously. My dick would get irritated if I continued like this.I had to fuck her soon.She would have left me last night. Or this morning. But I wanted her ready for this. She didn't like giving in to me in the dining room, but it was a lesson she had to learn. As my maintainer, she was at my beck and call, our relationship at my whim. I'd never had a live-in mistress before, but I figured that just made things more convenient. I could have Francesca whenever I wanted, no waiting necessary.—Are you paying attention, Rav?Marco's voice broke me out of my thoughts. - Yes.We were on a conference call, but our end was muted. The discussion about what to do with the Avellinos, now that D'Agostino was dead, c

FaustI ASKED HER to come down for dinner that night.Zia was here, as always, and Giulio decided to eat at home tonight too. He often ate out with friends or at clubs, so it was nice to have my only son at the table. Francesca had changed into a dress, her long blonde hair flowing down her back. Her nose and cheeks were pink from the sun today, giving her skin a healthy glow. She looked young and innocent and totally fuckable. My dick perked up, even though I had the orgasm of my life this late.Madonna , she was going to kill me.After we left the stables, Francesca barely spoke. I hadn't had sex with her yet, and her silence as she got dressed proved she wasn't ready. I wanted her begging for it, free of guilt. I wanted her willing to be mine for as long as this lasted.It wasn't easy, however. Especially after that blowjob. Cazzo, that woman could suck a dick. Never had a woman taken me so deep on the first try. She was perfect in every way.Eyes burning resentfully in my directio

No one was around when we finally entered his side of the castle. I hadn't been here before, and the bare walls surprised me. No family photos. No drawings Giulio had made at school. No famous paintings or posters. Just a blank surface everywhere, as if someone had recently moved in. Didn't your family live here for over a hundred years?Worn oriental rugs covered the stone floor, with the same elegant lights above our wing. He walked to the end of the hall and opened a door, not letting go of my hand as we entered. The door closed and then I was lifted, my legs dangling as he carried me across the living room and into the bedroom.It was nothing like I expected. If I had to guess, I would have imagined black sheets, dark walls, and a mirror over his bed. This room was... romantic. Soft, almost feminine. With pale walls and an enormous bed that bordered on ornate. Plants dotted the windows, a vase of fresh flowers sat on a small table. The furniture looked old, but it was made of stur

FrancescaWE TOOK the helicopter to the yacht this time, and I was both excited and scared. Fausto smiled indulgently at me, while Marco ignored me from his seat next to the pilot. The ride was so fun that I forgot that I was now officially Fausto Ravazzani's lover.Can be worse. You could marry his son.True. At least now I had great sex and then he would set me free. Who cared what label he put on it? Then I would go back to Toronto or New York, get a degree and live my life. As used goods, my father couldn't marry me off to anyone else, which meant I had my entire future ahead of me.It was perfect, actually. Why hadn't I thought of this in the first place?I glanced at Fausto, wondering if we could be alone on the boat after the meeting was over. I might want to try deep throating again.He pressed a button and his voice came into my headphones: “Whatever you're planning, my answer is yes.He could read me so well.I slid my hand down his thigh, toward his crotch. He didn't stop m