Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince (Savage Mafia Empire)

18. Gianna

Chapter eighteen

Gianna

Luca strolls into the room as the door flicks open. He looks horrible; his lip is bleeding, and bruises are forming on his face. He's breathing heavily, like it's hard for him. I quickly stand to my feet defensively.

He had my hands cuffed back together after I tried to escape. The look in his eye is different, with an intensity that I do not understand.

He takes a few slow steps towards me.

I’m also taking a few steps back, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Apparently, your brother is alive...”

My back hits the wall, with no more space to run to. He looks pissed, with a clenched jaw.

Luca knows. He wouldn’t let that slip, knowing he had failed to kill my brother. My gut tells me something has happened. Something bad.

“What have you done?” I step away from the wall, walking forward to meet him.

His expression flickers with surprise, his eyebrows rising ever so slightly. A sly smirk spreads across his face, his eyes glinting with malevolence. “He is alive... for now.”

I let out a rough breath, glaring at him.

“I like it when you get feisty with me. It makes me fucking hard.”

My eyes move down his pants and settle on his erection for a moment. His huge dick is protruding from his black pants. The sight lets a gasp escape my lips as my mind drifts to the things he could do to me with his cock.

Fuck, what’s wrong with me?

“I’m thrilled to have a second chance to... rectify my mistake and kill him.” His gaze pierces mine, his words hanging in the air. He catches me staring at his erection again and a smile plays across his lips.

He moves closer to me, causing me to take a few more steps backward till I hit the wall again and there’s no more space between us.

I want to stop thinking about the curve of his lips and the way he stares at me with those lustful golden-brown eyes.

“Luca... stay... away from me.”

He does the exact opposite as he leans into me and hovers his lips on my neck. His hot breath leaves me breathless as I feel his dick.

“Lu….”

His tongue wipes my skin and sends a shiver down my spine. I shouldn’t be letting him do this to me.

His fingers wrap around my neck in a quick moment that leaves me startled. He slides his fingers underneath my dress and cups my core.

I jerk from the sudden stroke of his finger.

“Fucking wet cunt,” he groans.

My head is in a bubble and I can no longer think straight as he slides his finger into my panties.

I gasp as my breath gets heavier. A tiny moan escapes my lips.

He tightens his grip on my throat but it doesn’t hurt as he continues to stroke my pussy. “Remember how fucking wet your pussy is for me. That pussy belongs to me.”

His magic fingers render me senseless as I lose control of my words, whimpering moans and nodding in response.

“No one can ever make you feel this good. Or can they?” He slides in another finger and I let out a loud moan this time, holding his arms for support as my legs grow weak. A smirk forms on his lips. “Answer me.”

“N-no.” I’m losing my mind with the movement of his fingers inside me.

Luca stops unexpectedly and slides his fingers out of me. Just like the other time, he stops just before I have an orgasm. The smile on his face tells me he did it on purpose.

“Fuck you,” I grunt, pushing myself off the wall.

He takes his fingers, which were inside me a second ago and sucks on them. “I’ll make you beg me for my dick. Again.” He lets out a groan as he removes his fingers from his mouth and walks out of the door.

“Fuck, Gianna,” I whisper to myself as I smack my head lightly. I'm supposed to be seducing him, not the other way around.

I walk back to the bed and fall on it. I’m trying hard not to think of the ache between my thighs and the orgasm he denied me.

Fucking asshole.

I’m squeezing my eyes shut as I try to let my thoughts be consumed by the longing to hear news about my daughter, Sophie. For as long as I remain Luca’s hostage, he can never find out about her. I can’t let Luca have this much control over me any longer.

It doesn’t take too long for Luca to return.

I’m still sprawled on the bed when he walks in, half-naked. He's taken a shower, and though his face is bruised, he's still the most beautiful man I've ever seen.

Taking long strides, he walks to the edge of the bed and stares at me. “You look pale; are you alright?”

His sudden concern for me leaves me in surprise.

My heart skips a beat as he leans in, his face inches from mine, his cold breath whispering across my skin. His breath smells of whiskey. He extends his finger, and I feel a jolt of electricity as it makes contact with my face.

“It gets so lonely when you’re not around, Luca. Please stay here with me.” My heart races, pounding in my chest.

I need to get into his head and make him fall asleep here with me to have a chance to escape. I’ll let him fuck me all he wants if it gets him to stay and fall asleep here tonight. By now, I know he’s never letting me go and I have to try to do so myself.

Luca’s eyes never leave mine, his gaze burning with an intensity that makes my skin feel like it’s on fire. Something that I can’t quite explain.

“Those horny eyes,” he growls in a husky tone.

“I need you right now. You buried deep inside me.”

I bite my lower lip, watching him run his gaze down my body. His eyes blaze with fierce intensity, his gaze burning into mine. I feel his breath, now warm, on my skin, his chest heaving with a hunger that matches my own.

Time seems to stand still as we hover over each other’s breaths.

In a swift motion, he grasps me, pinning my hands to the bed.

Good. It’s working.

“Luca.”

He slides his hand into his pocket and brings out the keys to the cuffs. Luca unlocks the cuffs for a moment but before I can get him off me, he cuffs my hand to the metal railings of the bed.

“What are you doing?”

“Showing you that you belong to me.”

Before I can form words, he wraps his fingers around my neck while his lips crash into mine. His kiss is devouring and fierce. His teeth graze my lips aggressively, like he might die of letting them go at any moment.

I surrender to the sensation, my eyes fluttering shut as our tongues entwine.

He adjusts, hovering over me as our bodies press together and our hearts pound in a single rhythm.

I can already feel how hard he is. Moans escape my lips despite my efforts to stifle them.

Damn it!

Luca’s hands roam my body, his touch setting my skin ablaze. His hands move with a slow, deliberate passion, his fingers tracing paths of fire across my skin. He rips away my clothing, exposing my vulnerable flesh to his ravaging gaze. His lips sear a trail of kisses along my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His touch is a slow burn, building in intensity as he takes my body like it’s his.

“Fuck, Luca.”

His fingers, cold as ice, leave trails of tingling sensation wherever they roam. My skin trembles beneath his touch, my body arching to meet his every movement and touch on my body. I hate that I can’t touch him while he does this to me.

“I need to have you now.”

I’m watching him slightly out of breath as he pulls his pants down. His briefs come off next.

I stare at his huge cock as he tries to settle in between my thighs. He grabs my legs and spreads them wide, holding up both my legs as he comes in between them.

He maintains piercing eye contact as he fondles my breasts and plays with my nipples.

I bite my lower lip softly, and my body is filled all over with goosebumps. It’s getting harder to stop myself from screaming.

He takes his time playing with my tits before I suddenly feel his warm tongue on my clit.

“Ahhhhh... fuck... fucking Christ.”

I tighten my fists, close my eyes, and arch all the way in response to the wild sensation I just felt. It’s like a jolt of electricity that ran through my body all of a sudden and is still trapped in it.

His tongue movement is fucking magical. He groans against my core and I feel his hot breath scatter through me. I’m screaming as he works his tongue on my clit, tasting every inch of me.

I don’t want him to ever stop.

He places his hand on my hips to pin me down as I try to wriggle away from the jolt of ecstasy.

It’s all too much as my legs begin to shake. Luca increases the pace of his tongue as I scream out his name, drawing me to a release.

I’m out of breath when he finally stops. “Not yet,” he groans in the sexiest tone.

He does this every time, stopping me just before an orgasm. Luca returns to kissing my neck, trailing down my body, my breasts and kissing my belly button and then back to my already hard and erect nipples.

All of the hatred and anger I felt for Luca a moment ago are temporarily replaced by sheer lust and desire. My body yearns for his and he’s taking it as aggressively as possible and, to my surprise, I don’t hate it.

He inserts one of his fingers in me and just ravages my pussy with it and I’m staring at his face, moaning silently, not sure if I want him to stop or continue.

“Fuck!” I bite my lower lip.

“I need to be inside you.”

I let out a yelp as I feel every inch of him inside me in just one wild thrust. It’s getting hotter. Or maybe it’s just me.

He thrusts into me again, dominating my body with extreme force. A loud moan falls from my lips.

He builds up momentum after only a few seconds and is thrusting at a crazy speed. Both his arms are wrapped around my thighs while I cling to the bed sheets, my eyes closed tightly and my lips sealed shut, trying to keep myself from moaning at the top of my voice.

“You’re my slutty prisoner.”

Luca is so unrelenting as he raises my knees up and thrusts harder into me. His dick is so large, it feels bigger and bigger inside me every time.

Without even a hint of mercy, he’s panting heavily over me, thrusting harder and deeper into me.

My wrists hurt from pulling on them for too long. He is ruining every inch of me with his cock and I let him.

“Faster... please.”

A smirk plays on his lips as I struggle to keep my eyes open. I can’t believe I let those words slip out of my mouth.

He does it anyway, moving his hips at an insane pace.

I’m whimpering from the thrusts, screaming again as I can’t hold them back any longer. Luca’s legs begin to shake as I find myself exploding into a fucking insane release. My pussy clenches tightly around his dick.

“Fucking hell, Gianna. Your cunt is so fucking tight.”

“LU... CAAAA.”

He takes a few more thrusts at me till he finally stops, breathing heavily. He collapses on me, releasing his cum in me before he rolls over on the bed.

Dammit .

A sly smirk spreads across his face, and he raises his hand, his palm striking my cheek and sliding away some strands of my hair from my sweaty face.

We are both breathless as he uncuffs me from the bed. He doesn’t cuff my hands together any longer as he slides the cuff off my wrist.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says, standing to his feet.

No... no.

“Please don’t go yet. Stay with me tonight. Just tonight.”

I’m still trying to recover as he picks up his clothes and slides them on, ignoring my words. With that, he turns and leaves, the door slamming shut behind him.

Fuck. No! I’m holding myself back from screaming out loud. I need to get out of here. My daughter needs me.

I sit there, motionless, enveloped by my thoughts. My mind replays the things that just happened, and my thoughts are a jumbled mix of anger. I’m so fucking pissed at myself.

I feel guilty for letting myself enjoy the memory of Luca's touch and how I fucking lose myself to him every time he does this to me ?fucks me? when I should be worried about getting out of here.

I force myself to sit up, the damp sheets still clinging to my skin.

As I am preparing to go into the bathroom, the door swings open, and Bianca busts in, looking like she’s just seen a ghost.

I quickly grab the bed sheets and wrap them around me. We lock eyes, and she’s got this look like she's trying to say something without saying it.

She approaches me, her eyes blazing with determination, and grasps my hand tightly. “I’m so fucking sorry about my brother.” Her big, brown eyes are full of pity.

“I’m doing everything in my power to get you out of this hellhole, I promise.”

“Don’t get yourself involved in my mess.” I am shocked by the words coming out of my mouth, but it seems like the right thing to say.

Her expression only darkens. “No, this isn’t your mess. You just stay alive. I’m getting you out.”

She leaves me all alone in the room. I look at the door and wonder what Bianca’s true intentions are.

I have no idea if I can trust her.