All Chapters of His Mafia Princess : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I got you something," he said, pulling away from my mouth, lust flickering in his eyes. What am I supposed to do with those looks when they never go anywhere anymore, Scott? He set a velvet box down onto the table, turned it towards me and opened it up. "It's an anxiety ring. Not the fanciest thing for you to get as your first piece of jewellery from me, but," he explained, holding his hand out for me to give him mine. "It's so cute," I said, letting him put it on my finger. "I'm not going to stop asking you to go to therapy or quit this job, but in the meantime, maybe this will help. How it works is—" "I know how it works," I said, twisting the band around my finger. "Thank you. You're very sweet." "Hello, my coffee?" Mindy called out and I couldn't help but giggle. "Looks like the infamous Scott Brady magic has worn off. I better get back," I said, lowering my lips to his ear. "Smile at another woman like that again and I'll knee you in the balls. Okay?" When I tur

"I got bored waiting for you and decided to lie down for a bit. I must have dozed off," I said, my voice even, but my throat was dry and the words still wouldn't leave my head. …make you kill Scott… If he turned the light on now, he'd see and I will have ruined our night. How many had I ruined already? How many times did he feel like he couldn't touch me because of what a fucked up mess I was? "You look beautiful," he said, his hands slipping up my legs, instantly making my heart beat faster again. That first touch was so electric I parted my legs for him instantly. Did he somehow know already even without the light? I was perfect. Not a quiver in my voice. How could he know? I felt a dip in the bed, then him crawling in between my legs. "How would you know? It's dark and you can't see," I said, really banking on that last part.

It had been two months of us being in Europe. We were in France for about six weeks before the fixer moved us to Rome. I was bummed about giving up my job at the art gallery. It kept me sane that first month, but I didn't need it nearly as much anymore. I was so caught up in being between my girlfriend's legs that letting it go didn't matter the way it would have in the beginning.When the fixer offered us replacement jobs Stacy declined, saying she wanted some time together, just the two of us, to explore Rome. Being the pussy whipped idiot that I was, I just went with it, because that's what I did these days. Think with my dick.What she really meant was she wanted time to fuck. Since the exhibition, we went at it constantly. I knew it for the red flag that it was, but it had been weeks of not touching her and I was only a man. One desperately in love with her at that. When she walked into the room in next to nothing or one of my shirts or my personal favorite, nothing at

"Stacy, are you okay, baby?" I asked with a groan, no longer in control. Faster, deeper, I needed more. I wanted to dominate the hell out of her ass. "Scott," she cried out, screaming her head off.I was balls deep inside her, but immediately stopped and looked up to find out what was wrong, but nothing was. Everything was perfect. She was a drooling, panting, gorgeous mess and she was coming."Scott, Scott, oh Scottie," she screamed repeatedly, giving herself over to the pleasure. Grabbing her breasts might not have been my best call as I watched this unfold, but I wanted to support her trembling body as she let loose. Fighting to distract myself, I started kissing her back, my unrelenting hips pumping slowly into her. After what felt like an eternity, her body stilled and she fell forward, face first against the mattress. There was nothing left of my sanity as I picked up speed again. I only just made out her whispers throu

It's been two weeks since the incident in the hotel suite in Rome. We just got to Prague. We moved every two weeks now. The fixer told Stacy it was just a precaution, like I told him to. He wanted us to be moving constantly, but I knew my brilliant girlfriend was already suspicious and I needed more time to think. The only real leverage that we had were the ledgers. Stacy was in no place to go there though. She still hadn't come back from what happened in Rome. What would recreating even one of those things cost her? And even if she did do it, what then? She clearly didn't trust the feds. How else was I supposed to keep her safe from the fucking mafia? This morning was a welcome distraction from the paranoia and fear. Stacy fucked me. I mean she really went to town on my dick. Her pussy must be magical or something, because she fucking blew my mind every time I stuck my dick into it. My fingers were buried to the hilt in her ass as I fingered it and she rode me r