Relucatanaly Ruined & Owned By The Mafia Novel

CHAPTER 28 DANTE His fingers were surprisingly gentle as he unhooked my bra, sliding the straps down my shoulders. I felt so exposed and very embarrassed as Dante watched me fit my breasts into the bra cups. The hungry looks in Dante's eyes only made it worse. The lace bra settled over my breasts like it was made for me, lifting and shaping in ways that made me look like someone from a magazine. The matching panties were barely there, all delicate lace and strategic cutouts. "Christ," he breathed, and I felt the power of that single word like a caress.

"Dante, I think should leave." "I should leave?" His hands settled on my hips, pulling me closer. "Go back out there and pretend I'm not hard just from looking at your tits? Pretend you're not wet from having me dress you like my own personal doll?" I gasped at his crude words, but my body betrayed me with a rush of heat. "Someone could hear you saying things like that and assume we're having sex." "Who gives a fuck?" He leaned against me until his mouth found a spot behind my ear that made me shiver. "Let them hear exactly what I do to my wife." "You're not doing anything.

Get out-" "Stand still." His hands slid up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts through the lace. "You look so beautiful like this. Beautiful and mine and desperate for me to touch you." "I'm not desperate-" The lie died on my lips as he pinched my nipples through the lace, sending electricity straight to my core. A whimper escaped before I could stop it. "No?" His smile was pure predator. "Then you won't mind if I stop." His hands started to pull away, and I actually whined in protest, my body arching toward him unconsciously. "That's what I thought." It happened so fast.

One second I was glaring at my own reflection, the next my wrists were yanked behind me, trapped in one of his ties before I could even gasp. "Dante-!" The knot cinched tight, the silk biting into my skin as he pressed me flush against the mirror. My cheek almost touched the glass. I couldn't move. Couldn't even lower my arms. My reflection stared back at me, humiliated and wide-eyed, while his shadow loomed behind me like the devil himself. "Look," he murmured. His tone wasn't loud. It didn't need to be. It slithered through my body like command itself.

"This mirror is the last freedom you'll ever have, rabbit. The right to see yourself. To watch while I mark you as mine one orgasm at a time." "I'm not yours," I hissed, though my voice betrayed me, trembling with panic. His hand slid down my waist, slowly, like he had all the time in the world to torment me. "You still think that matters?" "I'll never not hate you." "That doesn't matter, rabbit. As long as I get to fuck this pussy." He forced my eyes to look straight into the mirror in front of us.

"Tell me you're not remotely curious what my fingers could do to that dripping pussy, rabbit." "I'm not-" "Don't lie to me. I can smell your arousal from here, rabbit." He grinned widely. "It's just me and you. We're bound to fuck eventually. So why prolong it?" "I don't want to-" I couldn't complete the words. "It's not like you could ever survive my kind of crazy, rabbit." He gave me a pitiful shake of the head, like he actually felt sorry for me.

"This is actually to prepare you." "What are you-?" "Tell me you want me to touch you, and I'll make you come so hard you forget your own name." He bent over and teasingly bit my nipple through the lace, then he looked up at me with half lidded eyes. "Or say no. Push me away and deny yourself the heaven only I could give you." I actually tried. I lifted my hands to push him away and demand we leave immediately. Of course I should remember that I hated him, that he'd kidnapped me, that he hated me and I hated him. But Sophia.

The thought that he'd do this to Sophia tonight down the hall from our room if I said no... I heard myself whisper, "Touch me." His growl of satisfaction vibrated against my throat as his hands roamed lower, fingers tracing the edge of the lace panties. "Here?" "Yes." His finger slid under the lace, into my panties. "You're so wet already," he murmured, after a single stroke. "Ouch..." I whimpered. "I would normally not do this for any woman, rabbit." His voice was arrogant, barely audible. "But my little wife is a virgin.

Even though she's stubborn and rebellious, I should show her a little heaven before introducing her to hell." I bit my lip to keep from crying out as he found my clit. His right leg went between us and with a single move, my two legs parted. Dante gave me a wicked wink, before he was circling my clit with maddening skill. My legs trembled, and I had to grab his shoulders for support. "This pussy will weep for me, rabbit." His voice was rough with desire. "She'll know her master." When he slid one finger inside me, I couldn't stay quiet anymore. A moan escaped, echoing in the small space.

"Shh," he warned, but his smile was wicked. "We don't want to scandalize poor Sara." But he added a second finger, crooking them to hit a particular spot I never realized existed until that night in his penthouse. And now he was awakening it again. "Oh my-fuck!" My hips rocked against his hand, seeking more friction, more pressure, more everything. "You're so responsive," he praised, his thumb working my clit while his fingers moved inside me. "I could make you come just like this, couldn't I?

Right here where anyone could walk in and see how desperate you are for me." "Dante, please," I gasped. "It's master to you, rabbit." His fingers stilled, and I nearly cried from the loss. "Say it." "Please...master. Don't stop." "That's my good girl." The praise sent another wave of heat through me as his fingers resumed their wicked work. "Come for me, Lucia. Come on my fingers like the desperate little wife you are." The combination of his words, his fingers, and the forbidden thrill of where we were shook me violently.

My climax crashed over me like a tidal wave, my walls clenching around his fingers as pleasure consumed me completely. He worked me through it, his free hand covering my mouth to muffle my cries, until I was boneless against him. "Beautiful," he murmured, pressing soft kisses to my neck. "Absolutely beautiful." I couldn't speak, couldn't think, could barely stand. What had I just done? What had I let him do to me? In public, where anyone could have heard... His fingers left me abruptly, dragging a shocked whimper from my throat. I thought-hoped-that he was finished with his game.

But then I heard it. A low hum. In the mirror, I saw him pull something small, sleek, and shiny from his pocket. Black, glinting beneath the lights, already alive with a faint tremor. "What's that?" "It's called a panty vibrator." "No-"The word barely made it past my lips. "Yes." His smirk curved like a blade as he pressed the toy against my inner thigh, the vibration spilling through me before it even touched where I dreaded. My body jolted, traitorous, desperate to recoil and yet rooted in place by the silk binding my wrists. "Dante-don't." He tutted softly. "Don't?

That's not what I see." His free hand gripped my hip, firm, pinning me as the toy teased higher. I could feel the hum in my bones, in my breath, in my reflection's trembling lips. "What I see is a girl already soaking for it." The tiny tip brushed my entrance, wicked and merciless. I gasped, jerking against the tie, but it was useless. He controlled everything. And then...he slid it inside. The vibration bloomed instantly, deep and invasive, like liquid fire filling me from the inside out. My knees buckled.

My reflection nearly crumpled, but his arm hooked around me, holding me upright, forcing me to watch. "Don't you dare take it out," he murmured against my neck, his lips ghosting over my skin. "If you do, expect to be punished in the worst way your mind could ever imagine." "I'm supposed to move around with this inside me?" I asked, stunned. "It's very comfortable. Nothing compared to what my dick would do to you." Before I could protest, he pinched my nipple, then winked in the mirror. "It's not worse than a tampon.

You'll enjoy it." He pressed the tiny remote in his hand and the toy pulsed, wicked little tremors that seemed to sync with my racing heartbeat. It wasn't just inside me, it was rewriting every nerve ending to obey his rhythm instead of mine. "Clean yourself up," he said gently, handing me tissues from a hidden dispenser. "Take your time. I'll be right outside." When he left, I sank onto the small bench, my legs too shaky to support me. In the mirror, I looked thoroughly ravaged-hair mussed, skin flushed with satisfaction, my own juices coating my inner thigh.

I looked like a woman who'd just been thoroughly pleasured by a man who knew exactly what he was doing. I looked like his wife. The thought horrified me. I cleaned up as best I could and tried to ignore the tiny ball inside my pussy as I dressed in my original clothes, but my hands were shaking so badly I could barely manage the buttons. When I finally emerged from the dressing room, Dante was waiting with Sara, both of them looking perfectly composed. "Everything fit well, I trust?" Sara asked with a knowing smile. "Perfectly," Dante answered for me, his hand finding the small of my back.

"We'll take everything." "Excellent choice." If Sara had heard anything from the dressing room, she gave no sign of it. "I'll have everything wrapped and sent to your resort." "Actually, add a few more things," Dante said, his eyes still hot as they roamed over my body. "Some of those silk pieces from the back room. The red set, the white one with the ribbons..." His smile was pure sin. "And that black number with the chains." Chains? I opened my mouth to protest, but Dante pressed the tiny remote in his hand and the vibrator sent pleasurable shock waves straight through me.

"Fuck!" My thighs clenched involuntarily, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, my hands immediately shot out to squeeze Dante's shirt for support. "Fff-fuck-" "Are you okay?" Sara asked, concerned. "She's fine." Dante smirked. "Just a little overstimulated." "Of course, Mr. Cummiskey." Sara's smile widened. "I'll include care instructions as well. Some of those pieces require... special handling." The way she said it made my face burn all over again. "Perfect." Dante handed her a black credit card without even asking the total. "Have everything delivered by tonight."