bitch, I knew I should have gutted you. But no, Christian wanted to play,” he says with an evil laugh. Stefanos walks up to him, kicks him in the ribs and drags him to the boot, throwing him in. I can still hear him screaming and calling me names from the boot.
“I can kill him, Princess; you don’t have to be involved.” I look up at him and shake my head no; he is not having this one, as well.
“No, Stefanos, you are not to help.” I’m just about to the car when the banging in the boot gets louder. I need to shut this fucker up; I have a party to attend to. I walk back to the boot of the car and pop it open, watching as he tries to escape a second time. I shoot him again in his thigh.
“You best be keeping the noise down. Otherwise, I won’t get a chance to play, because you will bleed to death.” I slam the boot back down and hop back to the car where I see Stefanos smiling at me.
“What?” I ask, looking at this fine Greek God who has my emotions all over the shop.
“You; it’s just you,” he says, like I am meant to understand a word of that.
“Ok, lover boy, we have a party to attend.” He shakes his head and drives back to the mansion, smirking.
Once we pull up, Stefanos places his hand on my thigh, and I turn around to face him
“You’re going to behave tonight, aren’t you, Princess? No fucking anyone else.”
“What if I want to?” I say, teasing him. His hand slides up my dress to my exposed pussy—I’m not wearing underwear—and once he reaches it, he smiles. I spread my legs a little further apart; he pinches me on my clit and leans down so his hot breath is on my ear. “I repeat: you will behave.” I scoff at him and climb out of the car before he has a chance to inflict more sexual pleasure on me.
Just as I reach the front door, Stefanos walks up beside me. “No touching anyone but me tonight. I haven’t had my fill for a very long time, and I am dying to be inside of that sweet—oh, so sweet—pussy that is mine. ” I laugh at him and tell him to go and find a bimbo to play with, which makes him angry; he pins me to the front door like a caged animal.
“I haven’t touched anyone but you, and that won’t change.”
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H e has me breathing heavy, he has me wet, and he has my heart beating rapidly. Just as I’m about to say something stupid, the front door flies open, sending me falling backwards; Stefanos catches me just in time.
“I’ll always catch you before you fall, Princess.” Bastard and his smooth-ass lines. I shake myself free of him and head into the party to meet with Father.
I spot him in a large group of men, obviously talking business. He sees me coming and holds his hand out. I graciously take it and lean in to hug him; when I look up, I see all the men he was talking to stop and look at me. I see an older man, who looks to be Italian, staring at me and smiling; he has two younger men around my age or older standing on either side of him. There is also an African-American man standing there, smiling sickly, and he gives me the creeps straight-up by the way he’s looking at me. I would like to stab him in the eyes with my knife.
“Krinos, this is Roberto.” My father introduces me to the Italian man, and I instantly recognize his name from being the head honcho in the Mafia. He smiles graciously at me, and I instantly like him.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Krinos. I cannot wait to be doing business with you instead of this old man,” he jokes to my father; my father smiles at me and shakes his head at Roberto. I look to the right of him and see the other man’s beady eyes taking me in. That’s when Stefanos walks over and grabs my waist possessively; I watch as Roberto looks down and smiles.
“Oh, Stefanos, I think she may be a bit out of your league there. Krinos isn’t a blonde, and she has an attitude and more than likely can kick your ass.” I look up at Roberto; he winks at me, and I crack up laughing.
“I can kill him, Princess; you don’t have to be involved.” I look up at him and shake my head no; he is not having this one, as well.
“No, Stefanos, you are not to help.” I’m just about to the car when the banging in the boot gets louder. I need to shut this fucker up; I have a party to attend to. I walk back to the boot of the car and pop it open, watching as he tries to escape a second time. I shoot him again in his thigh.
“You best be keeping the noise down. Otherwise, I won’t get a chance to play, because you will bleed to death.” I slam the boot back down and hop back to the car where I see Stefanos smiling at me.
“What?” I ask, looking at this fine Greek God who has my emotions all over the shop.
“You; it’s just you,” he says, like I am meant to understand a word of that.
“Ok, lover boy, we have a party to attend.” He shakes his head and drives back to the mansion, smirking.
Once we pull up, Stefanos places his hand on my thigh, and I turn around to face him
“You’re going to behave tonight, aren’t you, Princess? No fucking anyone else.”
“What if I want to?” I say, teasing him. His hand slides up my dress to my exposed pussy—I’m not wearing underwear—and once he reaches it, he smiles. I spread my legs a little further apart; he pinches me on my clit and leans down so his hot breath is on my ear. “I repeat: you will behave.” I scoff at him and climb out of the car before he has a chance to inflict more sexual pleasure on me.
Just as I reach the front door, Stefanos walks up beside me. “No touching anyone but me tonight. I haven’t had my fill for a very long time, and I am dying to be inside of that sweet—oh, so sweet—pussy that is mine. ” I laugh at him and tell him to go and find a bimbo to play with, which makes him angry; he pins me to the front door like a caged animal.
“I haven’t touched anyone but you, and that won’t change.”
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H e has me breathing heavy, he has me wet, and he has my heart beating rapidly. Just as I’m about to say something stupid, the front door flies open, sending me falling backwards; Stefanos catches me just in time.
“I’ll always catch you before you fall, Princess.” Bastard and his smooth-ass lines. I shake myself free of him and head into the party to meet with Father.
I spot him in a large group of men, obviously talking business. He sees me coming and holds his hand out. I graciously take it and lean in to hug him; when I look up, I see all the men he was talking to stop and look at me. I see an older man, who looks to be Italian, staring at me and smiling; he has two younger men around my age or older standing on either side of him. There is also an African-American man standing there, smiling sickly, and he gives me the creeps straight-up by the way he’s looking at me. I would like to stab him in the eyes with my knife.
“Krinos, this is Roberto.” My father introduces me to the Italian man, and I instantly recognize his name from being the head honcho in the Mafia. He smiles graciously at me, and I instantly like him.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Krinos. I cannot wait to be doing business with you instead of this old man,” he jokes to my father; my father smiles at me and shakes his head at Roberto. I look to the right of him and see the other man’s beady eyes taking me in. That’s when Stefanos walks over and grabs my waist possessively; I watch as Roberto looks down and smiles.
“Oh, Stefanos, I think she may be a bit out of your league there. Krinos isn’t a blonde, and she has an attitude and more than likely can kick your ass.” I look up at Roberto; he winks at me, and I crack up laughing.
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