“What do you really want, then?”
“I want the same thing you do. I want to remake this city. I want to save these people.”
“Big talk from a politician.”
I grinned and pulled her hair, tipping her chin back. Our lips were inches apart and my heart was hammering in my chest. She couldn’t move, not even if she wanted to; we would both fall down the stairs if she struggled, and she knew it.
“I’ve worked a long time to get where I am. I want to win this city back from people like you. The privileged and the rich.”
“I’m not either of those things.”
“No? You’re a mafia princess. What do you know about struggle?”
“I struggle every day,” she said defiantly. “I’m not that mafia princess anymore.”
“Good,” I said softly, smirking at her. She stared up at me and I loved the anger in her eyes. My cock was fucking hard as hell as I pressed her harder against the wall, pulling her hair harder. “Prove it.”
“How?”
I kissed her hard, and knew what I wanted.
10
Louisa
Desire flooded my body as he kissed me, his tongue in my mouth, my body pinned back against the wall. I couldn’t move a muscle as his muscular arm held me back, his other hand in my hair.
I kissed him hard, wanting it more than anything. I was so angry that he would dare question me. I wasn’t a mafia princess. I wasn’t spoiled. I earned everything I had.
This bastard thought he was better than me because of where he came from. Maybe he had to struggle more, but that wasn’t my fault. I never asked to be born into wealth and power. I never asked for any of it.
But as he kissed me, none of that seemed to matter. All I wanted was for him to take me, finally take me, finally give me what I’d been thinking about for days.
He tipped my chin back further and kissed my neck. “Is this what you’ve been thinking about?” he asked.
“Maybe,” I said.
“Don’t pretend. Since the night we first met, you’ve been dripping wet, begging to see me again.”
“No,” I said.
His free hand unbuttoned my fly. “You can’t admit it, but you want to be owned by me. You want my fat cock to make you moan. You want me to leave you a quivering mess on the floor, staring up at me and begging for more.”
“Yes,” I gasped, as his hand slipped down my panties.
“Soaking wet,” he said, smiling as he slowly began to rub my clit. “Just like I knew you would be.”
“Asshole,” I said. “Who do you think you are?”
“I’m the man that’s going to take you again and again,” he said softly in my ear.
His fingers pushed deep inside of me and I moaned as he kissed me again. He began to work my pussy, his fingers fucking my tight spot and rolling back up to rub my clit. I melted into him, loosening my body, letting him do whatever he wanted with me. Pleasure and need were rocketing through my brain and I knew that I wouldn’t move a muscle unless he told me.
He grabbed my hips and pushed me down onto the steps. He knelt down beneath me and pulled my jeans and panties off. I groaned as he kissed me again, spreading my legs wide, his fingers doing their magic.
He slowly moved lower, sliding down the steps, looking up at me. He smiled slowly as he spread my legs wider and began to slide his tongue between my thighs.
I couldn’t help myself. I tipped my head back and moaned as his tongue expertly licked and sucked my clit, moving in hard circles. He tongued me like a starving man, licking and sucking my spot and pleasure built all through me, rolling in waves.
I clutched the stairs as he slipped fingers inside of me, fucking my pussy as he tongued me harder. He reached his free hand up and pressed me down against the steps, teasing my breasts.
He slowly moved back up and pulled my shirt off. He lifted me up and took me down the steps, pushing me up against the wall once we were back on level ground. He took my hair and slowly moved me down to my knees, smirking the whole time.
I unbuckled his belt, just like I knew he wanted me to. He watched as I pulled down his pants and boxer briefs, revealing his thick, hard cock.
He looked down at me. “You look so fucking sexy on your knees, Louisa,” he said.
I slowly took him between my lips and began to suck him, loving his hard cock between my lips.
He pressed me down, sliding his cock into my throat. I gagged and he pressed me harder, pushing my head down. I moaned as I began to suck him, letting him fuck my mouth and throat. I wanted him to take me, use me, do whatever he wanted with me.
He pressed his cock deep, holding me there, and then he pulled me back. He leaned forward and kissed me hard. “You look so fucking sexy choking on my cock,” he said, pulling back. “You know that? You look like you were born to have my fucking dick in your mouth, you dirty fucking girl.”