Romeo The Mafia Casanova

His thumb pressed harder against her lower chin. “That’s it, more or you won’t fit enough of me in your sweet, little mouth.”

Her heart rate soared higher than heaven. She obeyed his forceful command and groaned when the salty-sweet tip of his cock brushed over her lips.

“Lick the tip clean before you take the whole thing.”

She obeyed, her eyes falling closed. One hand palmed the weight of her head while the other fed his length past her lips. He hissed as inches of his cock dragged over her hot tongue. And when the tip hit the back of her throat he twisted a nipple between his fingers forcing her to gasp and moan for him.

The weight of Sevastyan’s cock pressed between her thighs, pinning her hips to the desk.

“Don’t do this.” She mouthed her whispered protest over the smooth heat of Matteo’s cock as he drew out. She couldn’t sleep with the enemy. Refused to give in to her lusts. But maybe just this once. If no one saw her failing, it wouldn’t count.

But they were not listening.

“Ruin that perfect red lipstick, brother, I want to see your cum dripping from those lips.” Sevastyan’s accent, thicker than Matteo’s, was sexy as hell with soft vowels smooth as silk. But it was the glint in his eyes that had her forgetting to breathe.

Matteo drove his fingers into her loose hair and held her head sideways. He pushed the veined, heavy length past her lips and sank deep into her mouth. She moaned and swirled her tongue over him. He pulled out to perch the tip on her lips a moment only to drive back in, tapping the back of her throat.

She looked up at Matteo and their gazes held tight as he swirled his salty-sweet juices over her lips before feeding her his thick shaft again and again.

“That’s a sweet birdie,” he hissed. “Fuck, that’s sexy. I’ve wanted your mouth for fucking ever. Swallow hard when I hit the back of your throat. Take me deeper, carina. Deeper, I said.” He pushed her ability to take him, forcing tears from her eyes.

Warm kisses pressed against the sides of her thong and strong fingers slipped beneath the material. She clenched her thighs, trying to fight against the onslaught of need pouring through her but she couldn’t. Not with Sevastyan forcing her legs back open.

“Fuck her mouth harder,” Sevastyan ordered roughly. “She does not understand she has no control here.”

Matteo picked up pace, his shaft throbbing against her tongue. “Now. Swallow. Hollow those cheeks around me.” She did as instructed and gagged slightly around the thick, fat head of Matteo’s cock.

She moaned erotically, his large girth stretching her lips. The hand he gripped her hair with tightened as he drove in deeper, grew impossibly thicker.

She braced for the white-hot ropes of cum, knew he’d reached his end, but nothing could prepare her for the searing heat of him spilling over her tongue and down her throat.

His head fell back and he groaned so deeply it reached into her stroking her own desires higher.

Moments later he brought his gaze to hers and stroked a single tear slipping from the corner of her eye, brought it to his mouth, and licked the single drop clean. The move was so tender for a man so vicious looking it knocked her more off balance.

Matteo pulled his pleasured cock from her lips and turned her head toward Sevastyan.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Sevastyan’s face darkened. “Look how pretty she looks with her boss’s cum covering her lips.”

He punctuated each word by tapping a steady cadence up her bare thigh. The touch of cold steel against her heated skin sent powerful shockwaves to her core making her pussy clench.

So wound up with Matteo, she forgot about the real danger she was in.

Was he going to cut her heart out now and dispose of the body like she’d witnessed before between guests?

Sevastyan leaned his massive body closer until his heat mixed with hers, and that was when she noticed his true intention with the knife.

One by one, he sliced his way down her torso. He started at the top and cut through each thread of silk ribbon twinned through the hooks of her bodice.

“Do you want more?”

One. Two. Three loops.

Tightly drawn leather gave and a rush of cool air replaced her body heat. But all she could focus on was the hard cock pressing between her legs and how her pussy clenched with greed.

Her chest shook with fear that probably looked like excitement to men like these. Oh God, what if they discovered the folded papers she stole? Her phone. Then they really would kill her. And not with stolen orgasms.

Another flick and the sides parted to reveal her full heavy breasts and just how aroused they had her.

“Don’t be scared,” Matteo soothed her softly.

Who was he kidding! Instinct had kept her out of a lot of trouble through her teenage years and later in college. In high school, it was a rowdy best friend that had no respect for the law, and in college, it had been a duo of male teachers that liked to drug and rape students. She’d listened to her inner voice in both, found a new best friend, and saved her roommate from a very bad fate.

Right this second, her instincts screamed she had everything to fear and her heart and eyes fed her the same story.

“Fuck, they look just as fuckable as her pussy, don’t they, Vastyan.” Matteo rolled the last bit of his friend’s name over his tongue like smooth vodka.

This close and the flash of warning instinct drilled into her head went unheeded.

He’s a killer. A crime lord. The devil in human flesh who will use you and then sell you to the highest bidder.

All the rumors she’d heard carry over the club between employees and clients alike popped in her head like bullets to the brain. Why the hell did she think she could play detective? Or pull off a sex-kitten routine? Maybe her friend was right. Maybe she would get herself killed after all. Wolves ate kittens for breakfast.

She breathed heavily, lips parted, eyes volleying between them. She watched as each of the men licked theirs, the bottom of the bodice holding tight around her concealed loot. For now.

Cold steel traced the sensitive edges of one nipple making the tip pucker around the metal bar piercing. Then Sevastyan repeated his torture to the other and she arched off the table, instant liquid pooling between her thighs. The thong cradled between her wet folds wouldn’t stand a chance in catching the amount of heat her core spilled.

She gasped. “Please,” she begged. For release, for them to give her all the forbidden promises they dropped between them, to let her go. She didn’t know. Just anything to make the ache between her legs stop.

The corners of Matteo’s mouth tipped up. “So responsive. What did I tell you?” Matteo traced the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip where a drop of his cum spilled.

“Open.”

She wrapped her lips around the roughed pad of his thumb, their eyes locked on one another.

“Good girl,” he purred close to her ear. “Please what? Tell us why we should give you what you want when you deny us the truth of why you’re in our offices?”

Sevastyan’s intoxicating scent captured the last of her functioning senses and she couldn’t catch her breath from fear of begging him- both of them-to fuck her already.

“I think we should punish you.”

She shook her head. “No. No. I’ll tell you.”

The truth. Keep it close to the real deal. She could do that.

“I only wanted to see for myself, Mr. Volkov.” A warm smile curled her lips, and she hoped he didn’t hear the shiver in her words.

She shrugged a single shoulder, which brought his eye to her breasts. Light glinted off the metal adorning her nipples and he reached out giving them both a tug. Not too hard, but the man understood how to tread the line between pain and pleasure.

“Arh!” She fought the moan but he pulled it from her with so little ease.

“See what?”

Between them, his erection, long, thick, and impossibly hard, pressed against her through the thin material of his slacks. He growled low in his throat.

Her eyes closed, but Matteo gave her head a light shake forcing her to focus.

“After so many nights of seeing you on the floor. Watching you. All of you. I grew curious, Mr. Volkov.” Her words came clipped, rushed.