Taken By The Mafia Lord-Chapter 60

TAKEN BY THE MAFIA LORD 

Taken By The Mafia Lord-Chapter 60
(A Twist of Fate…)

GENRE: Mafia/Dark Romance

©Cisca. H

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“Vincenzo…” She was about to speak when he places his first finger on her lips.

“Shhhh.” he whipped off his shirt, leaving just his singlet on, then walked to Freya. Reaching out, he put his other hand on Freya’s knee.

He leaned in, kissing her on the face, mouth, and neck, slowly making his way down her already trembling body. His hand climbed up the side of Freya’s leg, until his fingers rested at the top of her p+nties. Then they slowly started fumbling down her thighs. Freya closed her eyes and leaned her head back.

Every inch that Vincenzo went down made Freya’s heart chump a little harder. Vincenzo’s hands had succeeded in pulling off her panties. Freya let Rufus’s lyrics wash over her mind. The song had never made more sense to her.

If the world were coming to an apocalyptic, catadysmic end, this is exactly where she’d want to be: with Vincenzo. She opened her eyes and found him looking down at her.

She knew the question being asked. Was she ready? Did he want Vincenzo to do this? But before Freya could decide, he had already grabbed the clasp between the two cups of her bra, greed of hunger taking over him at that instant. His finger immediately slid under the clasp, pulling it up and twisting it in one quick motion to make it unlatch.

She sucked in a sharp breath of slight startle when feeling the bra come loose. The second the clasp unhooks, it flew open to her sides. Her breasts became free and it sparked my craving appetite, in slight awe he tilted his head up to look at her eyes again, seeing she was a bit on edge from her sudden nudity, like she’s never been this open to him.

He was staring down into those innocent eyes and giving her an evil grin. “You’re exposed.” he whispered devilishly, staying hovered above her with his hand digging into the surface next to her head.

She lifted her b👀bs, cast her eyes down, and looked in between their bodies. He didn’t have to follow her eyes to see that his hard-on was noticeable. She had no idea what she was getting herself into.

He tightened his grip on her hips and pulled her slightly forward. She lifted her eyes back to his, and he watched her throat work as she swallowed.

He dropped her onto the bed, she made a louder whoop —and landed beside her, scooping her into his arms. There was a certain amount of writhing, giggling, and inarticulate noises, and she got him out of his singlet.

“I win,” she said,

“Ye think that, do ye?” He bent his head and took her nipple in his mouth. She made a very gratifying noise and clutched his head. He butted her gently under the chin, then lowered his head and sucked harder, flicking his tongue like an adder’s.

“I like it when ye m0an, Freya,” he said, pausing for breath and grinning down at her. “Do you want me to make you scream?” he asked, more like a demand.

“Yes,” she said, breathless, one hand on her wet nipple. “Please, Enzo, make me. Make me scream!”

“In a bit.” He paused to breathe, lifting himself above her to let a bit of air in between them, and she reached up to feel his chest. She rubbed a thumb lightly over his n+ple, and the sensation shot straight down to his c+k.

“Let me,” she said softly, and lifted herself, a hand round his neck, and suckled him, very gently.

“Let’s get this done, shall we?”

“Oh, just the exact moment I’ve been waiting for.” She said in-between mo+ns.

He spread her legs apart, and he was playing with her pussy with his fingers. He made sure he had softened the surface of her skin, and with the sound she made, gave him such morale to continue without a pause.

He fingered her, deep but gentle. She had once begged him never to be so gentle with her, but he feared he’d hurt her if he ever had to act rough on her. As he went deeper, Freya couldn’t help but scream louder as his fingers thrusted in and out.

She grabbed the sheets of the blanket, her eyes barely close as the tingling sensation of the movement of his fingers did wonders not only on her, but in her. She bit her teeth to avoid screaming loudly as she was at a point of climax.

As if that wasn’t enough, she grabbed his hand and dug his fingers even deeper. She wanted more, she needed more of that sweet movement inside of her. When he saw she was loving it, he decided to do the real work in her.

He places his hard torso on her already wet skin, he leans close to kiss her, to hold her from screaming more than she could when he eventually, digs his rod in her. And when he did, just as he had predicted, Freya screamed.

“F+k, Enzo! Ahh… F+k!”

And he loved the sound of her voice, the way she had moaned his name in the sweetest possible way, leaving him smiling like an idiot.

Though he was gentle, he was likewise working so hard in between her legs. She did say she wanted tonight to yield something, tonight it is. He was damn so ready, he was just warming up.

“Between my Legs,’ right?” Freya asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“Righter than you could guess,” Vincenzo responded, a sly smirk played by the corner of his lips.

Vincenzo pulled away from her, heading for the door. He bolted the door and made sure it was locked. He dimmed the room lights until the room was so dark that Freya could barely see him.

“Enzo…!”

“That’s what I meant by screaming.”

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“So, are you gonna tell me what you discussed with your dad?” Freya asked, her head resting on Vincenzo’s chest.

“Well,” he started, rubbing her hair gently, his eyes staring up at the ceiling. “It didn’t go well, I’d say. But at least, it doesn’t matter.”

Freya pulled away to look at his face, her eyebrow raised as she stared at him. With a questioning look on her face, Vincenzo knew she did want an answer to her question.

“Okay, fine. I’ll tell you.” He agreed and she leaned her head back on his chest, waiting to hear what he’s got to say. “He didn’t want us to get married, he feels you don’t deserve to join the Ferdinando family.”

Freya felt a feeling of rejection as he said that. A tear rolled from the corner of her eyes, but she held it back from falling.

“Freya?” He called, he wanted to be sure she was listening. “Are you listening?”

“Yeah. Sure, I am. I heard what you said.” She did her best not to sound sour even though that’s what she feels at the moment.

“Are you alright?” He lifts her head up, turning her head so he’d see her face. When he saw the tear, his mood changed. “Is that tears?”

Freya wiped the tear off as it rolled down her cheek. “No. No, it’s not. You know, leaning on one side does cause tears to leave the eyes. So, that’s probably the reason. I’m not crying.”

He looked at her, knowing quite well she was lying, but he didn’t want to go further with that. “I ain’t paying any attention to him, I’m getting married to you whether he likes it or not. We are getting married.”

Freya found truth and determination in his words, but she felt unsafe. Mr Polio not agreeing to their union meant a lot of things to her, especially at the fact that he will never let them be as long as Vincenzo has her as his wife.

He will definitely do whatever it takes to see to it that she leaves Vincenzo’s life, or worse, dead.

“I understand what you’re trying to say, Enzo, but we do need your father’s blessing for this marriage. And as long as he doesn’t like me, he won’t let us rest. He won’t let this marriage last without suffocating us.”

Vincenzo understands her point quite well, but the least he wanted from her was to feel insecure, especially when she’s hot him.

He wanted her to believe that his father was nothing to him. Gone are those days when he felt frightened under the authority of his father, but being into the world of drugs and gangsterism, he knew he had no reason to fear anyone.

His face turned to a frown. “Who is getting married to you?” He questioned. “Who owns you? My father has nothing to do with you, with us and our marriage! I don’t give a fuck about what he thinks or feel, as long as I live, as long as I am concerned, I am getting married to you.” He finalized.

Freya wouldn’t deny the fact that she was happy, and she felt even more relaxed and calm after he had said that.

“When will we be getting married?” She asked.

“Next week. I have so many plans for our wedding day, I do wanna make it a bigger one.”

Freya smiled, and she nodded her head. “Thanks for choosing me to be a part of your life.”

He rubbed her cheek. “I have no regrets meeting you. Though our first encounter wasn’t a good one, at least, the latter days did serve well.”

“You know, you still haven’t fulfilled your promise to me.” Freya said, sitting up. “Or have you forgotten already?”

“I haven’t. I was going to talk about it.”

“So, what’s this surprise?” She asked, eager to know what it is.

“I’ll take you to my warehouse. You need to see what your husband-to-be does.” He grinned, “Get dressed.”

Freya, without waiting a second, she jumped out of the bed. She didn’t want to hear Vincenzo change his mind, while in the room, she had already taken off her clothes, tossing it on Vincenzo’s face.

He laughed, shaking his head. While she turned on the shower to take her bath, Vincenzo walked in. “Fuck, Enzo! You’re supposed to wait until I am done bathing!”

“You took off your clothes befme, what do you expect?” He questioned. Not minding her, he walked up to where she stood, letting the water freely pour on them.

Freya couldn’t contain her happiness. She had always wished for a day Vincenzo would let her pay a visit to his warehouse, a moment to feel the Mafia lady she isn’t.

While the thoughts roamed her mind, she felt his hand grab her waist. His lips sucked on hers and she couldn’t hold back but to kiss him back.

“That’s why I hate to have my shower with you, Enzo, you always make me do what I don’t wanna do.”

He smirked an evil smirk, then replied. “Because I know you can’t say no to me, I won’t stop taming you until you beg me to stop.”

“And if I beg, will you stop?”

“That’s up to me to decide.” He grabbed her lips, pulling her to himself that her breast gumed to his chest. “Those nipples… they won’t stop calling me.” He muttered in between their kiss, and before Freya could know it, he had taken hold of one breast, his fingers busily working on her nipples while his other hand grabbed her butt.

“E… Enzo…” she whispered.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Aren’t we going to the warehouse?” He stopped kissing, staring at her face. “We might end up taking this too far and we won’t visit the warehouse again.”

“I’m definitely not letting this moment pass. We might not have the opportunity today, but I’ll definitely come back for it.”

“I’m always here for it. Always.”

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