The Mafia's Curvy Woman

By: Sam Crescent

Her guest bedroom and bathroom were much, much smaller. She didn’t mind as she liked just having the space for herself.

She turned on the shower, and as it warmed up, she began to strip him down.

“Will these clothes need taking care of?” she asked.

“I’ll deal with it.”


She removed his clothes and tried not to stare at his heavily muscled, inked body. He was straight out of a bad boy magazine that fathers were always worried about their daughters falling for.

His cock stood out, long and thick. Even covered in blood, he was ready to fuck.

Petal didn’t touch him though. She made sure not to touch him.

Opening the shower stall, she waited for him to get inside, and when he did, she was about to leave, but he caught her hand, dragging her into the shower.

He pressed her against the wall, taking her hands and holding them above her head.

Without another word, his lips were on hers.

The only part of him that wasn’t covered by blood was his face.

Closing her eyes, she moaned as his body pressed against hers. His cock poked her stomach.

He was so big. When they had sex, at least the first time, it was going to hurt really bad. She whimpered as he bit her lip.

“I’ve thought about you all fucking week. Do you have any idea how hard it has been to stay away?”

“You don’t have to stay away.”

“It wasn’t by choice, Pet.” He kissed down to her neck. “I can’t wait to fuck you. To know how you feel when you come all over my cock. For a woman that has been sold for pleasure, you don’t seem to have a problem with it.”

“I don’t. Not when it comes to you.”

“You want me too?”

She stared into his blue eyes and nodded. “Yes.”

“You’re still a virgin?”


“Yet you want this?” He pressed his cock against her stomach.


“It doesn’t frighten you?”

“A little, but not enough to run screaming. I’ve been protected my whole life. Even now, I’m protected. I want to…” She stopped talking. What else could she say?

“Talk to me, Pet.”

“I don’t think I can.”

“I won’t let you come and I won’t touch you.”

“You’re supposed to be washing away the blood.”

“And it’s doing a wonderful job.”

He pulled off her shirt, and next unsnapped her jeans. She watched him kneel before her and couldn’t help but wonder how many women he’d done that for. She couldn’t imagine it was a whole lot.

Marco Guidi was the kind of man who didn’t kneel for anyone.

He tore her panties off, throwing them aside. “From now on, you don’t wear any of them, understand?”


“Good. I don’t want anything in the way of what is mine.”

She gasped as he put his hand to her pussy. This was really happening. It was finally going to be real. Petal only hoped she could survive it. The pleasure was already more intense than she could have ever hoped.


Work would always come first.

Marco was used to working his ass off, no matter the hour. The mafia didn’t care if he’d been awake for forty-eight hours; if they needed him, he was there, no questions asked.

It was the way of his world, what he was used to, and he didn’t have a problem with that most of the time.

Being called away from Petal that first day, he had wanted to kill a whole lot of people, and he had. He’d lost one of his best soldiers. The blood on him was from Luca, the man who’d died in his arms. From the time he was eighteen, Luca had been a good solider and one of the few men he trusted.

Watching him die had been heartbreaking.

The only thing to do after was to come home. There would be a lot more deaths, and a lot more pain before he finally found his own death. He had accepted that.

Men in his line of work, they often had a short life expectancy. There were always a rare few who were lucky, but staring into Petal’s brown eyes, he would never have called himself lucky, until this very moment.

She was naked.

Most of the blood was off him.

One week he’d been thinking about spreading her thighs open and having his way with her. A full seven days of yearning, of wanting, of blue balls that drove him crazy. He’d never had blue balls, but he’d never waited for one woman to satisfy his appetite before.

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