Plain Jane and the Mafia Beast

Gripping onto his shoulders, she lifted herself up then moved back down, making him go deep.

They both moaned.

Vincenzo’s hands went from her hips to her ass, then up to cup her tits.

“I can’t get enough of you. I want you constantly. I stroke my cock thinking about you in the morning. I wake up so hard remembering how fucking hot you looked with a mouthful of cum. You loved it, didn’t you, Arika? You loved me fucking you, taking what was mine.”

“Yes, please, shut up. Fuck me, Vincenzo.”

She cried out as he lifted her up, withdrawing his cock. He pressed her over the back of the chair. He found her entrance and slid home. His hands cupped her tits, pinching her nipples before moving down to tease her pussy.

He stroked her clit at the same time as he fucked her hard.

The sound of their bodies slapping together as well as their moans echoed around the room.

His body was everywhere. She felt completely surrounded by him, and she loved every second, desperate for more.

The moment he brought her to orgasm, Vincenzo didn’t let up. He grabbed her hips and started to pound away inside her. He slapped her ass, and she pushed back against him, needing him.

“Please, yes, yes, it feels so good.”

“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking sexy. So perfect. So everything.”

He thrust inside her one final time, and she felt every single spurt as his cum filled her, felt each pulse of his cock as he came, holding her tighter than ever before.

She couldn’t believe they had just fucked.

Panting for breath, she closed her eyes. His lips brushed against her neck. “Thank you, Arika. That was everything I wanted.”

She didn’t open her eyes as he pulled away nor as he finished getting dressed. She stayed in position with his cum dripping down her thighs. She didn’t move until she heard the door close.

Arika pushed her hair off her face and relocked her door again.

She knew she should deny him, but she would also be denying herself. As much as it hurt to hear him walk away, she didn’t want it to stop.

Chapter Ten

Daniel bit into his large cheeseburger with all the trimmings. “That was a big fucking bust. The camera and his place both. None of it makes sense. Did that guy really get killed for a big fucking hunch?”

Vincenzo looked through the pictures again.

There was nothing on the dead reporter’s camera that could have been worth anything. There were pictures of Galiza and of his sons. Looking at them from different angles, he rubbed at his eyes.

“You’ve got that look as if to say you’re pissed.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

“Wow, sorry, Dad. I didn’t realize I was offending you. You do know that for the past two weeks we’ve been running around chasing a dead end, right?” Daniel asked. “The cops have stopped the raids, and even the Vitale have gone silent as well. It’s like this whole shitstorm was a mask.”

“Yeah, for something bigger.” Vincenzo took a bite of his hot dog and looked back over the pictures. The sun was shining, and other than spending a lot of time with Daniel, his day was going rather well.

Galiza had him working the Vitale link as well as the raids, but he’d also been asked by his boss to keep it quiet. That if he was asked what he was working on, just to say stuff. It was rare for him to get such private work like now. Most of the time the entire family knew the drill, which told him Galiza believed it was close.

He really needed to figure out the connection. He didn’t know if his boss would even think about executing one of his sons if it was ever discovered they had tried to kill him.

Vincenzo hadn’t been around for any inner family conflict like that.

“You’ve got that thinking head on,” Daniel said. “Out with it.”

“What if our rat is working with the Vitale?” Vincenzo said.

“Nah, that’s not possible.”

“Why not?”

“The Vitale are fucking assholes, man. Years ago, I’m talking when we were little boys in diapers, the Vitale had an equal share in controlling the city. It was a bloodbath. I remember my dad saying that men would see women in the street, and it didn’t matter who they were with, if they wanted them, they’d take them. Kids were dying. Families were being killed for even looking at them. It was a fucking war. A bloodbath. The Vitale were too power-hungry.”

“Yeah, and to have support when their head family ends up dead. To reunite two families. Doesn’t Vitale have a daughter?”

“Yeah, so?”

“Bring two families together in marriage. You can no longer bring about a war or crush a family in that instance. I want a meeting set up with their torturer.”

“You think that’s wise?”

“I know Gabe. He’s a tough fucker but a fair man. We’ve met a few times. Set it up.”