Julian's Torment (Mafia Heirs 3)

“Really?”

Her expression doesn’t change as she looks at me.

“Really,” she finally hisses. “Now leave. I don’t have the answers you want.”

I study her and realize that I won’t learn anything else from this woman.

“Fine,” I say as I walk to the door.

She doesn’t even bother watching me leave. She’s trying to act like she has nothing left to lose, but she knows that there is a lot more at stake than just what happened with me. If the police catch wind of this, she won’t get off as easily.

She’s right to be afraid.

I’m not stopping until I find out what happened, and she will tell me eventually... even if it kills her.

It’s up to her whether it’ll be the hard way... or the easy way.

I hesitate on my way out, my hand lingering on the doorknob.

“You know, Miss Ricci...” I say thoughtfully. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were hiding something for the benefit of Leonardo’s father.”

She pales at my words, and I know I’ve struck gold.

“What are you talking about?” she asks with a quiver in her voice.

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about,” I mutter, turning around and approaching her with a dark smile. “You and Leonardo. You and Antonio Brambilla, his father. I know more than you think, Miss Ricci.”

I expect her attack before she lunges at me, catching her off-guard.

She comes at me with a sharp blade. I counter her strike and whip my hand out, gripping her wrist tightly.

“I’m going to keep this,” I say, removing her fingers from the blade one-by-one. “For insurance.”

Pushing her back against the wall, I notice her breasts heaving as she breathes my name. She’s afraid, and with good reason. Of course, I will not hurt her – not yet. She’s too valuable to me right now.

“I think you’ve been a bad girl, Miss Ricci,” I mutter against the shell of her ear. “I think you’ve been telling lots of pretty little lies to cover up your tracks.”

She slowly nods, mute.

“I think you need to be punished.”

My fingers work the buttons of her blouse and I strip it off her arms and toss it onto the floor. Leaning over her, I brace my hands on either side of her head and look down into those pale blue eyes. Nervous as hell, she seems to catch on quickly to the little game we’re playing.

“I think you’re keeping secrets from me,” I mutter as I kiss a line down her neck. “I think you’re doing it because you’re scared. But that excites me, Miss Ricci. It makes me fucking hard to see you afraid, you know that?”

“Why?” she gasps as I kiss her lips, prolonging the moment before she escapes me. “Don’t torture me, Julian.”

“No?” I ask sweetly. “I thought you loved this, Marianna...”

She gasps when I use her name, shivering at the feeling of my fingers all over her.

“At least you did the last few times we did this...”

Now, a moan tears itself from her lips as her body arches to be closer to mine.

“You know, this isn’t the first or last time,” I mutter in her ear. “You know we’ll do this plenty of times to come. This is only the fucking beginning. It’ll be so much easier now that I’m at the university too. You won’t be able to get rid of me now.”

“I don’t want to get rid of you,” she breathes. “I need you with me...”

“What about Brambilla?” I counter.

She takes a moment to answer.

“He’ll be getting himself a new toy, I suppose.” I look up at her.

“You’re not really going to leave him, are you?”

“I will,” she replies. “I’ll do anything for you, Julian”

Miss Ricci steps forward and kisses me on the lips. I pull away after a moment.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“You better not let whoever got Leonardo get me as well. I know you know who it was.”

She smiles and presses herself against me. I can feel her breasts pushing into my chest as she kisses me again, harder, on the lips. Her tongue runs across my teeth as she pushes it into my mouth and explores deeply. She holds me by the back of the head with her long fingernails pressing into my skull.

“I’d never let anything happen to you, Julian,” she mutters. “You’re my favorite, after all.”

“Your favorite?” I smirk as my fingers find their way into her panties. “You even prefer me over Leonardo?”

She gasps as I explore her pussy, parting her lips and gently sliding my fingertips over her bundle of nerves.

“Y-Yes,” she gets out. “You’re my favorite... I don’t care about Leonardo anymore...”

Smirking, I rip her panties off, making her shriek.

“That’s right,” I mutter darkly. “And don’t you dare forget it, Marianna.”

Gasp after gasp tears itself from her lips as I lower her body against the desk she was working at moments ago. With a sweeping gesture, I empty it, leaving nothing behind. Papers and pens clatter to the floor, but Miss Ricci merely moans as I explore her body with my mouth.