All Chapters of His Docile Mafia Princess : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Yeah, but now he's with you so I only fear for you. So?...” Luna is my only friend, so what the heck, she can serve as my diary until I get my hands on my actual one. “I saw him shirtless,” I bite my lip, images of the scenario haunting my imagination like they've done all night. “He is so hot, I almost second-guessed my choice of not sleeping with him.” “Ah!” Luna screams, clapping. “Someone note down the date, not only did my Sasha get married but she found someone fuckable?!” “Lulu bear, don't put it like that!” I whisper yell, and I swear I can feel the red creeping up my cheeks. “Are you blushing?” Luna gasps, confirming my suspicion. “Of course not.” I laugh, denying the claim. I'll deny it as loudly as I can before admitting a man I want nothing to do with not only makes me blush but makes my underwear damp. My brother comes into the frame, tilting his head. “Who is blushing?” “Sasha.” “Yeah, right.” he laughs. “As if—” “If I stab you, will your son weep for

Alessandra This can't be the deadly and Silent Enzo Valenti people keep fearing, the man has not kept quiet once since he started talking to me informally. He's a yapper, but that doesn't tone down his dangerous traits, I can see the way his neck strains and that mischievous smirk creeps onto his lips each time I say something I shouldn't, or rather more than I should. “Give me your seat.” he tells me, returning from Lord knows where. I thought we were flying private but we found the flight had been delayed and we were in fact on time. I wanted to fly private still, but Enzo wants people to see us together, it's good for his public image. I immediately move to the window seat, he's been giving orders, with no ifs nor buts simply yes sir from my end. The second I'm seated, he takes it upon himself to strap me in before settling in his seat too. I watch him do the same for himself but when our eyes meet he sighs heavily, reclining in his seat. “If you eye fuck me so openly, th

His body jerks again, his screams louder, making me frown. He did this to himself, so why is his face pale, and slick with sweat or tears, I couldn't care less but he did this. I would make him suffer more but knowing Alessandra is waiting for me prompts me to end his suffering, I flip him over and shove the same blade into his chest, right in the heart. He squirms for a few seconds before silence befalls, perishing to his own knife. I could have shot him and walked away but when I saw that blade, I wanted to teach him a lesson, having the blade which he has hurt others hurt him was a good lesson and entertainment for me. When Michael returns with my clothes he takes a look at Lorenzo on the floor but says nothing. I change my clothes, and just like it's like nothing happened tonight, I walk back to the car with a smile knowing my wife is inside waiting patiently for me. I was gone a whole fifteen minutes more than I should have been but the monster inside me couldn't stop onc

“No,” I feign a smile. The only person I'm upset with is myself for prompting her decision to drink. I thought I had shown her she didn't have to follow my orders, as fulfilling as that is on my part. “You don't have to do anything to please me.” Alessandra frowns, scooting closer to me. “Why not? I Like you.” She likes me? Those three little words make my heart race, had she been sober I would dismiss the revelation but she's too drunk to lie to me. “You like me?” I echo, my heart pounding. For some reason, her approval means something to me, I've never needed it before. This is new, it's a satisfaction I can get used to. Alessandra nods, “Yes, I'm supposed to hate you because I didn't want to marry.” her lips pull into a pout, it's the prettiest thing I've seen today. I detached myself from her all night because I couldn't trust myself with not touching her, not kissing her while she looked irresistibly hot beside me. I hope her nose, making her smile, I don't care who is

Enzo moves to the other breast, giving It the same attention, while his other hand finds its way to my pussy. I'm still in my panties, panties which are wet thanks to him. At the feel of my panties, he growls, sounding pleased. “You’re soaked.” I bite my lip, meeting his gaze as he looks up at me while sliding my panties down, the heat of his gaze enough to make my pussy clench. Still looking at me, he pushes my legs apart and he settles between them, when he looks down, his hand on his thighs tremble, an unfamiliar emotion flickering in his gaze. His head disappears between my legs and I gasp, trembling from the gentle kisses his mouth leaves inside my thighs before dragging his tongue over my pussy, as if kissing me there too. I put a hand over my mouth to keep myself from screaming out in pleasure at the feel of his tongue sweeping through my folds, teasing my aching clit. His mouth continues to lap over it like a starved man, and I can't help the cry that slips past my