Rosa’s eyes snapped open at the threat—and he slammed his demanding lips onto hers instantly.
His tongue traced the seams of her mouth, nibbling, biting, and sucking her trembling lips with punishing force.
Rosa’s heart hammered against her ribs, fear and passion tangling in her bloodstream.
He kissed her as if pouring both his dark rage and his hunger directly into her, while his hands—still gripping the heavy firearm—slid beneath her top.
He grabbed her breasts roughly, kneading them without a shred of gentleness.
The biting chill of the metal pressed hard against her flushed, warm skin.
Yet, the reality of who he was cut through the haze; she was still terrified of this dangerous mafia king.
Pressing her small palms against his solid chest, she tried to shove him away.
He narrowed his dark blue eyes, pinning her with a lethal, silent warning.
“I… I’m not comfortable with a dead body lying here in its blood,” she stammered, her voice shaking as panic gripped her.
“I will fuck you right here, right now, Rosie,” he dictated, leaving absolutely no room for negotiation.
An instant later, he tore her panties away.
He dragged the freezing muzzle of the gun along her wet folds; her eyes snapped shut, and a heavy, helpless gasp hitched in her throat against her will.
He pressed the round muzzle hard against her clitoris, making her small body tremble, before sliding it down to pressure her tight opening.
“But first, my gun needs a taste of this wicked cunt of yours.” His jaw clenched as a dangerous mix of lust and malice reflected in his deep eyes.
He slowly began to shove the cold steel into her slickness, stretching her tight cunt open, and her heart raced with pure panic.
Fuck.
She hadn’t known it would be this dangerous to have sex with this underworld king—the man known as the most ruthless devil alive—when she threw herself into his arms just to get pregnant.
Now, he was biting her nipples punishingly, forcing the steel barrel deeper against her tight cunt.
His eyes locked right where his weapon was sinking into her soft, slick flesh, his voice dropping to a cold, gravelly purr.
“Look at you.
Dripping heat for a piece of loaded steel.
You’re a filthy little thing, aren’t you?”
Rosa bit her lip raw to suppress a rising moan, but a sudden wave of horror overtook her the moment a sharp click echoed between her thighs.
Pure terror coursed through her, making her tremble violently.
“Double the danger, double the fun,” he whispered against her sweaty, flushed skin.
He was scaring her on purpose, keeping his thumb deliberately nowhere near the trigger.
This heartless devil was darkly relishing every ounce of her terror, totally enchanted by how erotically this flushed beauty in his arms was playing with both his gun and his sanity at the same time.
She frantically struck his hand away in utter panic.
The gun slid out of her tight hole with a wet pop, but he wasn’t pleased by her disobedience, his brow furrowing in deep, dangerous frustration.
She swallowed the lump in her throat.
More importantly, she knew she couldn’t give that devil any reason to doubt her.
So she composed herself, trying to forget that a dead body was lying only a few feet away, and that the devil mafia king was about to fuck her right there.
“Mr.
Mancini, I charge extra for such special conditions,” she said, and suddenly her tone turned sensual, making Luciano’s face twist in annoyance.
He was enjoying seeing her terrified, reminding him of how she used to be five years ago—like a nervous kitten.
Now she was making the offer as if it were completely normal to be in the room with a corpse, and getting fucked with a gun pressed against her cunt beside a dead man seemed like just another Tuesday for her, as if she had done it many times before.
It made him furious at her audacity.
And hearing the reality that she was doing this for money—and with any man—made him feel disgusted.
He spat with hatred,”How much do you charge for getting fucked in front of a corpse?”
Rosa cringed at his choice of words but didn’t show it openly.
“Hundred grand,” she demanded, with a sexy smile.
“Deal,” he said.
She wasn’t surprised—hundred grand wasn’t a big deal for him—but then he added,”How much for fucking you beside that dead body?”
Her mind went blank.
No.
That was going too far.
“How about two hundred grand?
I think it will be enough,” he said as he began to rise to his feet, lifting her with him from his lap.
But Rosa screamed in fear.