The Mafia and Her Weakness.

Chapter 9

Continued from last teaser chapter.

Luca's POV:

I want her.

I want her now.

I've wanted her since I've first seen her. Dressed in her red gown, she looked like a red hot angel perfect for sinning. When she told Adamo off, my dick was impossibly hard. No girl has ever got me so hard without even touching me.

The long dark brown hairs reaching her waist. Her beautiful bright blue eyes. That sexy figure. I could have fucked her raw right there. Only I know how I have resisted her.

When I touched her hands asking for a dance; an electric jolt passed through me. I could have ripped her gown right there on the dance floor.

The dance was a fucking failure though. She was clumsy as hell. The bitch crushed my toes but I was still bloody hard. I came home and fucked 3 different girls screaming Maila's name that night. I fucked them hard thinking it was Maila writhing beneath me. Moaning and groaning and screaming while I fuck her from behind, from the front, sideways. Any way I can.

If that Italian fucker wouldn't have disturbed us, we would have danced for long. I may have had to sacrifice all my toes but I would have made it up by fucking her all night long and then maybe I would have made love to her.

I don't even know when she became my obsession. Just one look and she became my fetish. I want her like a believer wants religion. She is my new obsession and I want her with me. She looked like a challenge whom I'd like to break. Actually I'd love to break that ice princess to pieces. So many pieces that she'd spend her life pulling them together.

She consumed my mind. Her thoughts don't leave me. Her smile, her pale face. Her small waist. Her long legs hidden under her gown. I want to destroy her and take her to a place where passion will consume us. I feel like a wild animal that has found it's mate.

I'll follow my intense obsession mercilessly. I'll obsess over her until she becomes an addiction and then a habit and I'll keep repeating it over until it's her in my place.

I pick up my phone and call dad.

"Dad, I want her. Call the Ivanshovs." I don't listen his reply and hang up.

I want her and I will get her.

When I get her, I'll fuck her bloody.

Maila's POV:

I am embraced in Giovanni cocoon. He is spooning me with his entire body. I can feel every muscle of his front pressed on my back. He is caressing my hairs with his left hand while playing with my fingers with his right hand which is making me drowsy. 

"I've always wanted this." I confess. I've been confessing a lot of things about me that no one knew. We've been like this for the last couple of weeks. Whenever we are together; we talk, fuck and work. 

"Me too." He whispers in my ears kissing my earlobe. 

"Did you sleep with other girls in these 5 years?" I ask softly but I'm not feeling like a softie inside. I know the answer but I want to hear him say it. Why must you torture yourself like this Maila?

"Will you shoot my dick if I answer?" He ask cautiously. 

"Maybe." 

"Alright. I don't want to lie to you, so yes. I did fuck girls but they were just rebounds. I've always missed you and thought of you when I was with them."