Lucas
My nostrils flared as I looked at her naked form, my cock pressing against my pants. Fuck, she looked excited by what I had just done, which made me want to fuck her harder than before.
Normally I didn’t act like this. Normally I didn’t lose control like this, but Leda was making me want to do things to her that went far beyond just physical domination.
She made me want to truly own her, body and soul.
The moment that thought crossed my mind, I knew I should have walked away. This wasn’t part of the fucking plan. I was supposed to have taken my time with her. I was supposed to have broken every fucking wall she had up until she was nothing but putty in my hands.
I was supposed to make her worship me, and beg for my cock in humiliation before I took her.
I hadn’t done any of those things.
Instead, she became like a drug to me—an addiction that I couldn’t quit.
Leda looked up at me, and there was defiance reflected in her beautiful eyes. I thought she might be weak, nothing more than a spoiled princess who spent her daddy’s money and got her way. Hell, I had seen a lot of those types in my day.
More importantly, I knew when they were acting.
And as hard as Leda tried, the act today was just that: an act.
It was an act that I was sucked into. Everything she did—all of the little provocations—was done specifically to get me to react like this. From the way she pushed the dish onto the carpet, to the way she challenged me.
It made me want to ruin her. It made me want to take that defiance on her face and transform into submission.
I needed to put her in her place, before I lost my own fucking mind.
I reached for Leda, watching as her lips parted before I flipped her onto her stomach. Her pert ass rose into view. I braced my forearm on her lower back, and rubbed my hand over her ass before I gave it a rough, sharp smack.
“Bad girl,” I growled, watching as the skin reddened under my touch. “You are a bad fucking girl that needs to be punished.”
A moan escaped her, and I frowned. This wasn’t the reaction I had expected. I thought she would at least have cried out in pain. But this moan of pleasure?
It was almost like shelikedthis.
As if shecravedthis.
My cock was begging to be inside of her glistening entrance, and I had to grit my teeth to keep myself in check, to keep myself from doing exactly that.
Leda was brought here as a tool. She was the key to my personal war of consolidating control over the rest of the Cavazzo Mafia. I was supposed to dangle her before the other Dons as the bait while Adrian’s loyalists died by the droves.
Not wasting time in here, playing with her body.
The thought that she kept me from doing what I was supposed to do spurred on the rage building in my heart. She needed to be taught a lesson—a lesson in knowing her place—but I didn’t feel like I was doing that correctly. It felt like she was the one who was teaching me a lesson: that I was hopelessly addicted to touching her.
This addiction was something that I did my best to stay the hell away from my entire lifetime. I spanked her again, and Leda’s moans grew louder. She turned her head, her eyes hidden by the tangle of hair draped across them. Another moan escaped from her lips, low and needy, and her ass practically wriggled.
She was going to make me blow my load in my pants by moaning like that. I wanted tears, maybe even a scream, but she wasn’t doinganythingthat I wanted her to do.
Another smack, and another moan.
My head was filled with the memory of her eager mouth caressing my cock, her throat opening as I slid my cock deep into it, and tears leaking from the edges of her eyes as I emptied myself. I knew she hadn’t had much experience in the bedroom from that moment, but it didn’t matter.
Given who she was and what I had seen before her purchase, I had expected more out of her.
Leda was a worldly woman, having traveled to places I hadn’t even fucking gone to. I had seen pictures of her hanging out with models, arms draped around each other, and a woman like that didn’t stay a virgin for long.
Not to mention the world that I knew far too well from my past. Mafia Dons and their wives didn’t stay faithful to each other, and their children bore the brunt of that infidelity. Those kids learned from either their fathers’ mistakes or their mothers’ liaisons.