Model for the Mob (Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance)

I know hate is going to flood into him now, and all the things he said – all the lovely crazy things – are going to be forgotten in the rage of his disappointment.

What the heck am I going to do when he pushes me away? Can I go home or will Franco find me there, hurt me for the part I played in his humiliation?

He walks up behind me with slow steps, moving with a weightiness that sends tingles sizzling through my body. He’s so huge, like a lion prowling up behind me.

“So you’re not ready to get fucked like the horny thing you are. But you’re not getting away that easily. I need to taste that virgin slit. I need to feel your come all over my mouth. I need to feel how tight your hole gets when you’re coming like your life depends on it. Do what you’re told, Lucy. Get on the bed.”

I turn, my mouth falling open. “You’re joking.”

He smirks and lets out a growl. “Do I look like I’m joking? Get on the bed.”

He looms over me, his body straining in the silver suit, the tendons in his neck standing out. I’ve never seen a man so flooded with tension. It’s like every single muscled part of him is trying to tear loose of his clothes, his biceps straining.

I stand, frozen, so inexperienced I don’t know what to do.

He snarls and grabs me by the shoulders, guiding me over to the bed and softly pushing me. I fall back with a stunned giggle – maybe he does want me after all – and stare up at him.

“What do I do?” I ask.

“Lie back and look gorgeous.” His smirk twitches. “That shouldn’t be too hard for you. And get ready to come for me. Do you squirt, Lucy? I know you’re a virgin, and I’m so fucking relieved about that.”

“Really?”

“Really?” he roars. “Of course I am. It means I’m claiming that virgin hole for the first and the only time. If any other man ever tries to touch it, I’ll snap his neck. That’s my hole. Mine. Say it. Now.”

“My hole belongs to you.” I moan out the words, lust twisting through me, mixed with disbelief that I’m here, that this is really happening. He wants me. “Only you, Luca.”

He glides his hands up my legs, squeezing onto my thighs, sending savage shivers through me.

“Forever.”

“Forever,” I whimper.

“You’re an obedient virgin. I like that. So do you squirt?”

“I’ve never… I mean—”

I shake my head, my cheeks flaming red when the admission tries to rise on my lips.

His jaw goes tight and even more, tension fills him, his eyes fixated on me as though I’m the only person alive.

I’ve never been looked at like this before.

It’s like I’m the only thing that exists, that has ever existed, and the rest of the world could turn to dust and he wouldn’t even notice.

“You’ve never had an orgasm before,” he says.

“No.” I shake my head. “Is that bad?”

I don’t know what he wants. This is all so new to me.

I thought he was going to hate me when he learned I was a virgin. I thought it was going to end this crazy sudden closeness, but now he looks somehow more intent.

“I need to give you your first one. Suck your fingers while I take these pants off.”

“Suck my… Like this?”

I put my finger in my mouth and suck it awkwardly, but Luca’s growls tell me he likes it. I keep doing it, using his snarling lust-filled noises as a sign of how much he wants me to keep going. When I bob my head and let out a moan, he snarls and tears down my pants.

I gasp as he pulls, my panties tangled up with the pants, the whole bundle ripping away in barely two seconds.

He leans back and gazes at my sex, captivated.

“You’re soaked. You’re glistening for me. Fuck, that hole is perfect.”

Deep inside a terrified part of me rejoices, the same part of me that has screamed all my life to never let anybody see me naked. That they would laugh at me. I’ve always been worried my lips were too big, too ungainly, but Luca gazes at me with unmistakable lust.

“You smell so warm and tangy.”

“I smell?” I whisper.

“In a good way,” he snaps. “Now stop being so self-conscious and get ready to come for me. I want you to come hard. And any noises you feel like making, you fucking make them. I don’t want shyness holding you back. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Luca.”

“Good girl.”

He grips my thighs and brings his face close to my sex, painting my lips with his warm breath, my clit tingling, and my hole swirling with electric sparks.

He slides his hands up my thighs up until they are tantalizing close to my sex.