***WARNING | BRIEF STEAMY SCENE***
*Penelope’s POV*
“Get back in the fūcking car.” Edgardo ordered through clenched teeth, making me close my eyes to control my raging heart. I was not expecting him to scare the shīt out of me.
After placing my hand over my chest and calming down a bit, I opened my eyes and glared at him. “Give me my phone back.” I told him, making him chuckle darkly.
I pursed my lips, considering what was my best option. Running was out of the question because of my hurt ankle and the fact that I was wearing heels. My asš was already slow without these hookēr heels. Testing his patience again was another option, but the way he was laughing wasn’t the ‘oh you’re funny’ laugh. I’m pretty sure it’s the laugh of the predator getting ready to feast on his prey. But I’m not one to back down. I never did with all those rich snobs, making fun of me, and I won’t now.
“I said—” He declared, taking a deep breath before leaning his face inches from mine. “Get. In. The. Fūcking. Car. Penelope.”
Clearly my asš had a death wish because I just crossed my arms and looked at him with my brow raised. “Oh, now I’m Penelope again, not little girl?” I questioned, making his eyes darken before he pulled away again as he placed my phone in his pocket.
“Fine. Good luck getting anywhere without your phone.” He huffed before walking back towards the car.
Did this fūcker really take my phone? I balled my fists in anger at the thought that he was really acting like I was a little girl or something. I’m fūcking twenty. How is that little?
I needed my phone, but there was no way in hell that I would admit it to that sexy piece of meat. Damn his genes. Why couldn’t my short asš get half of that?
I stepped forward to continue my walk when the pain in my ankle made me whimper. I leaned down and undid the strap of my heels before stepping on the ground and picking up my heels. Well, Isa’s heels.
I grumbled as I walked toward the main road. I knew the possibilities of getting kidnapped or hurt would be very high at this time and, especially looking the way I looked, but there was no way I could go back to Edgardo’s car.
“Stupīd sexy beast.” I muttered under my breath as a car sped by, making me jump. “It was just a car, Penelope.” I told myself before looking down the road for any car willing to pick up a hookēr wannabe.
I knew leaving the Capo’s house today was a bad decision. Fūcking Isa and her great ideas. At least one of us was getting laid.
“Penelope.” Edgardo said from behind me, making me look over my shoulder at him.
“Oh, you’re still here?” I asked sarcastically before rolling my eyes and turning around again, leaning forward to see past the bushes that were blocking my view.
“Please get in the car.” He replied tensely.
“I already told you—” I was saying, but he turned me around, forcing me to press my lips together.
“If you don’t get in the car—” He began, but I snapped.
“What? If I don’t, what will happen?” I asked him in defiance, ready to cross my arms, but he gripped my arm tightly, pulling me towards him.
“I will make you go because there is no fūcking way that I’m leaving without you.” He informed me before leaning forward, grabbing me from behind my knees, and throwing me over his shoulder, making me gasp.
“Edgardo!” I shouted, punching his back with my fists, which I was sure was doing no damage, since he was so damn muscular. Was it even legal to have that many muscles?
“Your punches are like little bug bites.” He chuckled, forcing me to squirm so he could let me go, but he just connected his hand against my asš in a hard slap, making me stiffen.
“Did you just spank me?” I squeaked out, feeling unusually turned on. Damn libido.
“Keep acting up. There are more where that came from.” He declared, making me lick my lips. How sick was it to desire a nice spanking from a big, dangerous man?
“Qui. Tu guidi.” (Italian for “Here. You drive.”) Edgardo told someone, making me turn my neck to the side, catching the moment he threw the keys to one of the guys that probably worked with him.
“I’m not going—” I was about to refuse to get in the car with fūcking Jason Statham’s twin when Edgardo spanked me again before reaching for the door and yanking it open.
I was about to open my mouth again, but he flung me back on the back seat before climbing in with me, making me sigh in relief. Don’t ask me why I was nervous to be in the car with the other guy by myself when I was about to get in a car with whatever creep drove by. Shut up. I wasn’t thinking. It sounded like a great idea when I was mad.
When I was about to straighten my body, Edgardo grabbed me by the waist and placed me on his lap, making my eyes widen as my pūssy dampened due to our proximity and his touch. Could you blame me? He was a snack and my body begged to be the next person to taste him.
I had the brilliant idea to wiggle on his lap, making him growl in my ear as something very large poked my asš. “Don’t tempt me, little girl.” He mumbled in my ear as I rolled my eyes.
The car started moving so I tried to climb off his lap, but he gripped my waist tightly. I glared back at him as he smirked. “I like them feisty.”
I swear he was giving me whiplash. “You must be a pervert then if you are into ‘little’ girls.” I spat, forcing him to lean forward with another dangerous look in his eyes.
‘You just don’t know when to shut up, do you, Penelope Benedetti?’ I chastised myself as I felt Edgardo’s hand caress my neck before choking me. Not a ‘I want to kill you’ choke, but an ‘I want to get you hot and bothered’ choke. If you know, you know.
“You know I’m not a pervert.” He hissed in my ear as he applied a bit more pressure on my neck.
“You agree that I’m not a little girl then.” I whispered as his eyes flickered to my lips. When he remained quiet, I rolled my eyes about to climb off his lap, but his hold around my waist and neck tightened yet again.
“I’m not good for you.” He replied, forcing my heart to beat faster when our eyes met again.
“So why am I on your lap?” I questioned him through parted lips.
“Because I can’t help, but wonder.” He declared as my brows furrowed. What was this sexy man on?
I opened my mouth, ready to say something, when Edgardo leaned forward, pressing his lips to mine. Oh fūck.
*Isadora’s POV*
As I unzipped Padrino’s trousers, he touched my body gently with the whip before stopping to tease my nīpples with the leather tip of the whip, eliciting a moan from my lips. My eyes fluttered close before opening abruptly when the leather burned my nīpple due to the sudden smack.
“Fūck.” I hissed as my eyes moved from the whip to him.
“I didn’t say you could close your eyes, Slūt. Now get my fūcking pants off.” He said in such a deep voice that I whimpered. I was desperate to have him inside of me, but I knew it would be a while before that happened. It was obvious as soon as I walked into this room that should have scared me, but only excited me.
I lowered his pants a bit and was about to reach for his cōck when he grabbed my hair, yanking me back. “I’m in charge and I didn’t say you could touch it.” He muttered, leaning his face closer to mine before pulling my bottom lip between his teeth, biting it hard. “And here I was about to go soft on you.” He whispered after his teeth released my now bloodied lip.
I was about to protest, but the whip connected with my thighs, forcing me to moan and shiver in pleasure.
“Stand.” He told me as I quickly climbed to my feet, standing naked in front of him while he kicked off his shoes, pants, and boxers. “Finish undressing me.” He stated, motioning at his shirt with his eyes.
I bit my lip, slowly lowering my hands to the edge of his shirt, unbuttoning the first one and then the second and so on. By the fourth button, I had lost my patience and ripped his shirt open, exposing his sexy abs that I’m surprised he had time to maintain.
Padrino clicked his tongue, catching my hand before I could touch his chest. “We are clearly starting off wrong.” He growled, grasping my wrist even tighter, forcing me to turn and pulling my back against his chest before leaning into my ear. “Why don’t we start on your patience? Do you remember your safe word?”
“Angel.” I panted out as he rubbed his hard cōck against my asš in a teasing manner.
“That’s right.” He muttered like he had forgotten while he trailed the leather part of the whip up my leg slowly before placing his foot in between my legs, forcing them apart suddenly.
I shivered as the whip approached my dripping pūssy. I wasn’t able to move from my spot or squirm appropriately since he was still holding my wrist against my chest tightly.
“I love hearing your labored breath.” He voiced in my ear as the whip moved to my belly button and up to the breāst that wasn’t covered by our arms. “But you know what I like more than that?” He asked, switching to whisper in my other ear.
“What?” I panted, feeling my wetness run down my thighs.
He didn’t reply though. He just held me tighter before smacking my sensitive pūssy with the whip, making me screām his name, my legs going weak.
“That. I love that sound so much more.” He growled in my ear before releasing me. “Don’t fūcking move.” He ordered me as he walked off somewhere behind me.
A few seconds later, I felt him approach me again before he grabbed my arms as I felt something wrap around my wrists. I licked my dry lips as I looked at him over my shoulder.
“I was being a good girl. Why are you tying me up?” I asked him with a pout.
“Ho capito qualcosa. Non c'è niente di lontanamente innocente in te.” (Italian for “I realized something. There is nothing remotely innocent about you.”) He declared as he finished tying my wrists together before wrapping his hand around my neck. “Cattiva ragazza.” (Italian for “Naughty girl.”)
I rolled my eyes as he moved in front of me, pushing me down on my knees. I bit my lip as I watched him grab his big juicy cōck, stroking himself a few times before growling at me to look at his face. When my eyes met his, the little vein in his neck popped out as he clenched his teeth.
“Open up, Slūt.” He ordered, pushing right into my mouth before I could fully open it.
My eyes involuntarily closed as I savored the taste of his pre-cūm pressed against my tongue. He yanked me off his cōck suddenly before smacking my face gently. Clearly, he was still hesitant to be rough with me. “Keep your fūcking eyes on me.” He told me before pushing himself back into my mouth, making me whimper.
By now, I had the wooden floor covered in my dripping juices as Padrino thrust his hips forward and back slowly. I was so fūcking pissed to be tied up because I was over his teasing and wanted to suck his cōck how I liked to. I wanted to be fūcked hard. His slow tease had me about to blow from desperation.
My eyes must have been pleading with him because he lifted both of his hands, taking them to my hair as he picked it up, bunching it on the back of my head and pulled out, only to push right back in hard. I wasn’t one to gag, but he pierced right through my fūcking throat like a savage.
“You will take my cōck like a good girl, right?” He asked me, pulling my hair back a bit more.
I couldn’t really answer him since my mouth was extra full right now, so I blinked twice. I would be a good girl for fūcking life as long as he gave me his cōck.
“Good.” He gulped down before pulling out and fūcking my mouth ruthlessly.
I hollowed my cheeks as I took him all the way back on fūcking repeat as my pūssy ached to be touched. “Fūcking beautiful.” He praised as tears streamed down my face while he continued fūcking my mouth, making saliva drip down my chin and chest.
I needed to cūm desperately, so I placed my middle finger in my puckered hole, ready to produce a good orgāsm when Padrino pushed all the way to the back of my throat and held me in place. I don’t know if he was planning on suffocating me to death, but I couldn’t help from moaning against his cōck, causing him to grunt in pleasure.
Not going to lie. That would be a good way to go out. Can you imagine it? Isadora Blanco’s cause of death… Choked on her godfather’s cōck.
After a few seconds of what he thought was tortūre, he pulled me away from his base, completely pulling out as we both stared at the strings of spit connected from my lips to the crown of his cōck. His cōck was so hard and thick that more drool produced in my mouth.
He suddenly wrapped his hand around my jaw, forcing me to look at him again. “Ho visto le tue fottute intenzioni.” (Italian for “I saw your fucking intentions.”) He hissed, leaning forward before throwing me over his shoulder.
Ah. So, he noticed me about to tease my asšhole. Not good…
“Ho finito di giocare bene.” (Italian for “I’m done playing nice.”) He declared, reaching in between my legs, and pulling on my clīt piercing, making me cry at his tease on my already sensitive pūssy.
Fūck.