Chapter 26

Chapter 26
|| KIERA STEVENS'S POV ||
" Wha..wha..tt..", I gasped, stammering over my words but it failed to come out loud because of his sweet torture. He was leaving sloppy kisses on my neck, his other hand rubbing my sex from the back. A part of my brain wanted to ask him why he mentioned protecting Ryan. We were doing fine. Except for the trouble named Azrael De Luca, we had no issues in our lives. But I couldn't function my brain at that moment. The pleasure was too much to resist. I was shocked to discover that my body reacted immediately against his touches.
He exhaled, claiming my skin into another hungry bite,
" Nothing..I want you so bad.."
Me Too!
I bit my tongue hard before the word could slip out of my mouth. There was something wrong with my thoughts these days, so I screwed up. Rather than being disgusted, his touches managed to turn me on in several ways. So I just gave up each time, lost in pleasure.
His hand slipped inside my dress in front, tore it off in a rough movement. I muttered through my panting heavily,
" That cost... millions.. "
" So?", he replied in a way as if it meant nothing to him. At the same time, his hand found my breasts to give them a squeeze. I let out a startled gasp to see us in the mirror. He was losing control. I could guess it.
I murmured looking down at my dress sadly,
" Designer..YZ made..that..What will I tell the company?"
Probably, I was the first woman on earth who was worried about her dress during sex. All because it was sponsored by the company. Even the designer had done all the work on it personally. So, it was impossible to buy or order it from somewhere.
But he didn't give a shit. Instead of getting worried, he just spat through his ragged breathing,
" Leave it to me!"
I gasped hard when his fingers slipped inside my wet pussy, fast and rough. My thighs clenched together to stop shaking but nothing was working against his wishes. He wanted my body to fuck just the way he wanted. Secretly, I liked it. I liked to become the bad girl that he wanted even if it was just for pleasure.
Suddenly, he began to go fast with his fingers. My head began to fall out of pleasure. I could hear nothing except the sound of his ragged breathing, the little noise of his fingers working faster in each step.
" Ah..", I cried out, having my first orgasm. He didn't let go of me. With a single push, I was facing the wall. He stayed behind me and quickly undone his zipper. I bit the corner of my lips to feel his growing hardness against my ass. He was hard as a rock and I couldn't help but get aroused easily. He growled into my ears, demanding like the boss he was,
" Grab the walls! Part your legs!"
I obliged not because he wanted it. The pleasure was too much inside me and I wanted him to consume it for me. So I followed his order, faster than usual, and kept standing, facing the wall.
" Ahh!", he shoved his length inside me, flattening until it buried all the way inside. I gripped the counter hard, breathing through my nose heavily. He paused momentarily, pulled out then shoved back again to hear a startled moan coming out of my mouth.
He grounded his hips reflexively, keeping his pace slow. Only after our bodies were a little comfortable, he began to rock his hips faster. I was moaning like a mess this time. He was stroking hard, taking me roughly until I lost the brain to think anything except the sound of our flesh slapping. He was taking me like he was inking his name on me.
We both were moaning loudly. His one hand came forward to squeeze my breast to add more sensation to his thrust. He was going rough.
Oh, I liked how bossy he was even in bed!
He took me by surprise when he grabbed my head back, forcing me to look into his eyes. My lips parted from his rough thrusts but my eyes couldn't ignore the fire in his eyes. He looked extremely hot in his sweat-covered face, his dark curls resting on his eyebrows.
Why didn't I find this man hot until today?
He growled speeding up his rhythm,
" I need you...to do something.. Let Ryan stay here for a few days..."
I opened my mouth to say something but all it came out was 'moans'. He thrusted deeper in a way to tell me that I had no say in that. He made the rules, the fucking Mafia Boss. However, I still wondered why he needed Ryan here to live.
Was my son in some sort of danger?
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|| AZRAEL DE LUCA'S POV||
I watched her, relax and sleep. She collapsed as soon as she had her orgasm. It was because I made her orgasm thrice, driving her wild. I couldn't help with that. I was more mad at myself than her. I was scared to think that there was nothing I could control when it came to her. She was turning me into something that I never wanted to be.
" WEAK!"
I hated being weak. This time, it wasn't her only but that little guy who smiled at me like I was his friend. Exhaling, I tugged her under the blanket. She winched in pain, letting out a low groan.
Shit! I shouldn't have fucked her hard!
But there was nothing I could see since It was my only way to vent out my frustration. She was sore badly. Getting up from her side, I headed outside to call one of my bodyguards to get some pills for her to relieve the pain. I didn't want her to fall sick because of me. I left her under others' observation and went to the backroom where Matteo was standing with a dark expression.
He opened his mouth as soon as he saw me,
" He is dead!"
I looked away, sighing. I wasn't shocked actually. I hit aiming into his heart straight. He couldn't stay alive at this point. I replied lightening up the cigarette,
" I knew it!"
Matteo started rumbling, gritting his words like it was all my fault,
"Luca, do you know the meaning? It means war now. For decades, we have been in a peaceful environment. Why must you do this to cause unnecessary trouble?"
David interrupted in a cold voice, casting a glare at Matteo who seemed like he had lost his mind,
" Matt! He was an illegitimate son. Do you think that they would care about him that much?"
Matteo shot back, stressing his words,
" Brotherhood means everything in Mafias, David. It didn't matter as long as the boy was carrying their boss's last name. The Russians will surely seek revenge. We don't understand the impact now but soon, they will come for us or try to make a fuss again and again. I just want to know..why the fuck you had to shoot him, Luca? Was it because he was saying bad things about that woman? Jeez! She isn't even your girlfriend. Why do you even care so much? I am doubting your attitude towards her now. Don't tell me you are falling for her?"
I rebuked furiously, intensifying my words,
" NO! I am not but he doesn't dare to disrespect my woman. She might not be my girlfriend but she is my mistress. I don't care which Russians are coming but right now, I have to guard Kiera and Ryan. From this day onwards, they are going to be their sole target."