All Chapters of His Mafia Princess : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

When we walked through the doors of the diner, I stiffened, stopping dead in my tracks."What happened to just calling Frankie?" I whispered to Scott."I did call Frankie. I'm as surprised as you are," he said, just as his father and Frankie saw us.I instantly saw red. Something told me we were about to be ambushed. My instinct was to call my father, who could end all of this with one phone call. Of course, Don Angelo wasn't in the habit of giving something for nothing. And there was only one thing he wanted as far as I was concerned: me. No longer being daddy's little girl had its drawbacks.No sooner had we sat down opposite Frankie and Jeff than Jeff went off on Scott."You lied to me and left out important information concerning a potential homicide, including your connection to her," Jeff said, his voice low but angry.He said her like it was a slur. This must mean he knew who I was. This was a waste of time. Cops didn't help people like me. My senses w

It had been seven years since I stood in this spot. Parties weren't my thing. Frat parties really weren't my thing. To this day I was grateful that I went to that particular party though, because that's where I met Stacy.As I walked through the doors, the smell of beer and sweat assaulted my nostrils."Don't be mad that she ditched you for a frat party, even though she knows you hate them. Don't get pissed that she's now wasted. Her sister's missing. Just be nice," I chanted to myself, as I forced my way through the crowd of underage drinkers. "Fuck this place is loud," I said, venting my frustration into the night.I really thought I got through to her. That I calmed her down. Obviously that wasn't the case, or we wouldn't be here. What if Frankie doesn't find Jenny? What if Stacy ends up calling Don Angelo again? When push comes to shove, I can't exactly tell her to choose me over her sister's life. Jeff wouldn't touch this with a ten foot pole, even after Jenny becom

We stared at the screen for a good five minutes, before she said, "Look, it's not a big deal. You don't have to have been into me as long as I've been into you."She squeezed her eyes shut and her hands turned into fists, evidently wishing she had picked different words."Open your eyes, Stace," I implored her, and she did, one at a time. "You're wrong, about me not liking you all this time," I said, taking a deep breath before I started typing.I brought up the dreaded website, proof that she deserved better than me. Proof that I was indeed obsessed with her and always had been. It was affectionately dubbed Scott Brady Sucks."What is this?" she asked, with a blank look on her face."After our first year at NYU, Kenny thought it would be a brilliant prank to gather all my exes in one place to bitch about me. It's been going on ever since. Want to see what they have had to say over the years?" I asked, moving away from the mouse so that she could have full contro

He had his mouth glued to mine and his hands up my dress, pinning me against a wall moments after we managed to progress from the last spot. We were acting like we were the only people in the building, which wasn't true. Yes the place was a ghost town, but inevitably there would be staff around. It was dumb luck that we hadn't bumped into someone yet. "Here's as good as anywhere," he said in a sultry, deranged voice. "If you didn't stop us every five seconds, we'd be there by now," I said, tilting my mouth away from his. He took the opening and laid his mouth on my neck, slowly sinking his teeth into it. Feeling bold and deprived, I caressed his hard dick through his pants as his fingers dug into the naked flesh of my ass cheeks. "Don't act like you're not as much the problem as I am," he said, eyes so tainted with lust I barely recognized him. "You're shit out of luck until we get there," I said, grabbing his collar and turning the tables on him, slamming his back against th

"Does my dirty whore like that?" he whispered into my ear. I nodded my head with effort, my throat hoarse from my muffled screams. No words passed between us after that, but I could hear him panting and groaning with pleasure. With my own moans muffled, I heard him so clearly, enjoying me and the memory we were making. Indulging in his own pleasure instead of just fixating on mine. Obviously this wasn't the most romantic way I could have fantasised about him, but when it started I hadn't meant to fall for him. Calling me a dirty whore wasn't exactly sweet, but all I heard was him checking in on me, knowing he was being rough and controlling every aspect of what was happening. Wanting to make sure I was okay. He made me feel like a vulnerable mess, but in his hands that was okay because I was safe. He pressed his lips to the back of my neck and back, leaving featherlight kisses all over me as he continued to plough into me. The moment it started, an all consuming warmth washed ove