Chapter 99 : Ruin Me
Chapter 99: Ruin Me
Sophie
“You are here with the Rizzos?” Lily asked and I nodded my head.
“Yes,” she smiled.
“Does he ever talk about me?” She asked.
“Which one?” I frowned.
“Luciano,” she giggled.
“This is probably the second time I have said his name. He always prefers sir or master. How is he? I suppose you are with Adriano.”
“I..” I let him out a breath, asking my heart to calm the heck down. I knew they had submissives before me, even though it broke my heart a little.
“He is good.” I finally found my voice. She hummed, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger.
“Does he have anyone new?”
“Yes,” I replied. She raised her eyebrows, hurt flashing on her face.
“Oh, I bet she is pretty.”
“Yes, she is, I guess.” I shrugged. She smiled a confident snarky smile.
“I bet I can take him away.” She said softly, looking towards the direction from where the faith chatter from the room was coming from.
“I was his twentieth submissive, he said I was his best.” She giggled.
“He loved giving pain and I loved receiving it.” This conversation was weird and it was hurting my heart.
“I have to go…”
“Him being a mafia Don added up to his sexubes as it does to Adriano I am dire.” She smiled again, stopping me in my tracks.
“And well, who doesn't want Angelo? There was something so incredibly hot about danger and these men…” she let out a sigh.
“Trouble making muscles, am I right?” She giggled again and then patted me on the shoulder.
“I have to go.” She stopped me again with her words.
“Abel is a good second-in-command, isn't he?” She frowned.
“Yes, he is the best enforcer loyal to the bone to the ruling family.”
“Rizzo family?” I asked.
“Of course, I really have to go now.” She smiled and walked away.
I walked back to the couch and sat down in Adriano's lap.
“Why aren't you drinking?” Callan asked me, setting a whisky glass down in front of me.
“One of my finest, I hope it pays back for the ice cream I ate.”
“Thanks,” I whispered, picking the glass up and drinking the liquid in one go.
“Who hurt you?” Lucas asked. I shook my head, pushing the glass to Callan. Adriano cupped the side of my face with one hand, looking down at me.
“What is wrong, kitten?” He asked.
“Nothing,” I smirked, picking the now filled glass up again.
And then, it was a blur, glasses over glasses of expensive alcohol, my men asking me if I was alright and my heart breaking every time I thought of the lie they had told me. Their biggest lie. I knew they had been hiding something, I knew it from the start but I never expected the lie to be this big. I never expected to fall in love with mafia bosses.
The ride home was uneventful and void of any argument. I was drunk, my head was spinning and they were drunk too. Abel and Paulo had stuffed us into the limousine.
“Kiss me,” I climbed into Luciano’s lap. We were in my room now, still drunk. Angelo and Adriano were in their rooms, changing their clothes or attempting to. Luciano had given up as I had. He smiled.
“I am drunk, princess.” He said.
“Me too.” I kissed his jaw.
He gripped my waist and put his lips on mine, kissing me roughly. His hands went down to my ass and squeezed it harshly.
“Do you prefer, sir?” I asked in a whisper as he trailed kisses down my throat.
“You want me to call you sir or daddy?”
“Daddy,” he replied, nibbling at my cleavage. He turned us around and then I was laying flat against the bed.
“Always daddy to you, baby girl.”
He ripped off my dress and looked down at my body hungrily, his glasses glinting in the moonlight. He tore my bra off and then my panties. I protested but he just muttered he would buy me more. He cupped my breasts and squeezed gently.
“I haven't been mean to your pussy, have I, baby girl?” He asked softly, pinching my nipples. I moaned and then whimpered as he pulled at them harshly. He let go of them and slapped my breasts cruelly.
“I have been too nice to that little pussy, I think it needs a thorough pounding, don't you, my little slut?” He pulled my thighs apart, kneeling between them and looking at my issue which was already leaking out with wetness. He kissed my pussy.
“So pretty, baby. It makes me want to ruin you.”
“R..ruin me.” I whispered. He smirked.
“Gladly.” And he feasted right there and all I could do was lay there and take it.
He nippled my clit harshly, holding my fold apart with his fingers and he sucked on it, groaning into it when I moaned continuously. His two fingers went inside me, curling and hitting that one spot that made me twitch. He maintained the suction on my clit as his fingers worked their magic.
“I am…”
“Cum,” he ordered.
He spanked me right there and then sucked on my clit. My thighs stiffened and before I knew it, I was cuming into his month. He licked me through my orgasm, still holding me open in front of him.
“Thank daddy for making you cum, slut. Don't forget your manners, baby.” I sniffed.
“T..thank you, daddy.”
He dived in again with a furious growl, I screamed as waves of painful pleasure crashed down my body. He didn't stop, he spat on my pussy, making a mess as he continued licking my clit as if it was the only food left in the world. I screamed at him to stop but he didn't listen. He kept my thighs down with his strong hands and kept eating me out till all I could do was sob slightly with my legs shaking so badly as if I was having a seizure. My hand was now clutching his hair, desperate to push him away.
“P…please, stop!”
He did but he only moved his face a little aw from my abused center. His chin was wet with my juice and his spot. He was damn nasty. I could feel the beating between my legs, it was so intense.
“But I want to do this all night.” He whispered, his eyes dominant. I knew that if he wanted to, he could do it all night. I shook my head.
“I..I can't take it, Daddy. Please, it is too much.” I begged, hoping he would listen
He sighed heavily and pressed one more kiss to my clit which made me shudder violently. He smirked at my reaction and sat up, pulling his big and heavy dick out of his pants.