Julian's Torment (Mafia Heirs 3)

I push the tip of my cock inside her, and she cries out. Easing it deeper, I can feel her virginity stretching around my cock.

“You sure?” I ask in a low growl, and she nods so eagerly I plunge inside without waiting for her to say more.

This time she screams, and I quickly press my hand on her mouth. I let out a groan. She’s so goddamn tight.

Looking down at my cock entering her, I see it’s covered in blood. She didn’t lie – definitely a virgin… well, not anymore.

A feeling of possessiveness settles over me as I thrust my hips again and again. I’ve thought about this relationship with Francesca too often for my own good. I’m eager to take it further, but there’s also no point in fooling myself that it’s ever going to happen.

Francesca’s papa would never let her marry a guy like me. I have no future and no connections. He’d probably kill me with his bare hands if he found out I was fucking his little girl. She was supposed to save herself for marriage.

Erasing those thoughts from my mind, I plunge deeper inside her, eliciting another delicious cry from the girl beneath me and I’m loving the way her tight little snatch stretches around my cock. My fingers go to her center. She whimpers when I part her pussy lips and start rubbing her little clit that’s just begging for some attention. Not letting up, I press my hand over her mouth again. Even though her whimpers are getting me off, we can’t risk being heard now. If her papa hears us, I’m dead fucking meat.

“You want to come?” I mutter.

“I don’t k-know h-how.” “I’ll teach you.”

Speeding up the way I’m thrumming her clit makes Francesca throw her head back in ecstasy. Another scream rips itself from her throat and I grunt. The fucking sounds she’s making are getting me off, but I’m still paranoid about getting busted.

“Come with me,” I demand. “I want us to do it together, right now, toy. Come with me.”

I smack my fingers off her clit, shove my cock deep, and fuck her fast. Her eyes widen and this time she places her own hands over her mouth, her release coming out in a muffled scream just as my cock explodes, painting the inside of her pussy all pretty. Distractedly, I realize I didn’t even think to ask about birth control or whether she wanted me to pull out… but it’s too late now. What’s been done has been done.

Just then, I hear footsteps right outside her room. Before I can fully pull out of her, the door to her bedroom flies open and two men appear on her doorstep. The first must be her papa – I see some family resemblance in their coloring. But the other is older, once handsome, now doubled over as he coughs like an old man.

“What the fuck?” Francesca’s papa roars as I quickly pull out and put my dick away.

He reaches me in a couple of steps while Francesca struggles to cover up as fast as she possibly can. It’s too late though – they both saw exactly what we were doing, and there’s nothing we can do to deny our transgressions now.

“Who the fuck are you?” Francesca’s papa demands as he shoves me against the wall of his daughter’s room. “What the hell are you doing here? How fucking dare you?”

“Relax, Pedro,” his companion tries to console him, but the man has pulled out a knife and is aiming it directly at my throat.

“Relax?”

Her papa roars and slashes at me while Francesca shrieks. He opens a small cut on my throat and a few drops of blood spray out. My heart is going so fucking fast I feel dizzy, but I feel I have no right to defend myself against this man. After all, I did just steal his daughter’s virginity.

“This fucking boy fucked my daughter!” Just then, Pedro’s eyes light up as he recognizes me from the party. “You! I fucking know you!”

“I’m sorry, signore,” I mutter just as he slashes at me again. But his friend acts fast, pulling me away from the blade just in time and stopping what could have been my demise. “I’m in love with her, I swear.”

“In love?” Pedro roars. “I’ll give you love, you piece of shit! I’ll kill you!”

The other man steps in front of me while my eyes frantically find Francesca’s. We stare at one another and I want to fucking scream with frustration when I realize what this means for us. There’s no damn way her father is going to let us keep seeing each other. He knows full well I’m poor and he’ll never let his daughter get tangled up with me.

“I should throw you to the dogs,” the man spits at me. “You ruined my best asset.”