Mafia King's Contract Breeder
Chapter 23 Don’t Lie To Me

Chapter 23: 23 Don’t Lie To Me

Emmanuel POV

"Welcome back, Boss," Ricci said as I stepped back inside the penthouse. "Do you want your dinner prepared?"

"Later," I replied, shrugging off my jacket. "How’s the girl? Did she behave herself today?"

Ricci blinked as though he hadn’t expected the question. But he answered immediately.

"She hasn’t misbehaved. But she’s been restless. Asking around, testing where the line is."

I nodded.

That was normal. The little fox was looking for holes in the system.

"Send her to me."

Ricci bowed and left at once.

A few moments later, Lara stepped out of the elevator.

And what a sight for sore eyes she was after a day of looking at ugly brutes!

She was dressed in only a sheer blue babydoll that clung to her curves like mist, the delicate fabric doing nothing to hide the dark shadows of her nipples or the smooth line of her stomach.

Her red hair was pulled into a high, sleek ponytail that swung with every step, and those long legs were strapped into glittering silver heels that made her hips sway like a deliberate provocation.

I sat back on the leather sofa and watched her approach with a hooded gaze.

From a distance, it was the curves I appreciated.

As she drew closer, I was drawn once more to those vividly green eyes.

Every time she looked at me, they swirled with a passion that I could not decipher.

From the first time I had seen them, in the basement of The Red Door — something changed in them every time.

Lara sauntered over confidently and dropped straight into my lap.

A hand wrapped around my tie and gave it a playful tug.

"Hello."

How audacious.

My lips curved in amusement.

I slid both palms up her bare thighs, feeling the warmth of her skin, and gripped her hips to settle her more firmly against me.

"Hello, Lara. How are you enjoying your new place in life?"

Her eyes flashed.

But the next moment, she laid her head on my shoulder and spoke softly.

"It’s very boring when you’re not here."

She’s bored, she says.

But her eyes said one thing, and her mouth said something different.

I stilled for a moment, the smile fading from my lips.

But what did I care? Why was I sparing so much thought to something as sappy as the color of her eyes?

I had no interest in guessing women’s emotions.

Lifting my hand, I pinched a nipple through the sheer blue fabric, making her yelp.

"I see. You were bored without me?"

My other hand slipped between her thighs. I dragged two fingers along her slit, finding her already slick and hot. Her body jolted at the contact.

"But now— your master is here to play with you."

Her eyelashes fluttered.

She bit her lip and spread her legs wider across my lap, giving me full access to touch her as I pleased.

I circled her swollen little clit with the pad of my middle finger, slow and deliberate, watching her lips part on a soft, needy gasp.

Within moments her cunt was glistening, puffy and flushed dark pink, that sensitive pearl swelling under my touch.

Hunger roared through me. My cock strained painfully against the confines of my tailored trousers, throbbing with the need to bury itself inside her.

"Time to put you to good use."

I took my tie off in one smooth pull and looped the silk around her wrists, binding them tight behind her back. The position arched her spine and pushed her tits forward against the thin blue mesh.

"Bent over."

I pushed her forward until her face and chest pressed into the cool leather of the sofa. I tugged the scrap of blue lace aside, letting it bunch uselessly around her pale thighs, fully exposing her dripping pussy and tight little asshole to my gaze.

My cock sprang free — thick, veined, flushed dark at the head and already leaking precum. I fisted the base once, then grabbed her high ponytail like a handle, wrapping the silky red length around my fist.

I rubbed the swollen head of my cock up and down her soaked folds, coating myself in her slick, teasing her entrance.

A low moan escaped her throat.

"Is this what you needed?" I growled, pressing just the tip inside her before pulling back out. "Hm?"

"Mm— yes, sir—" she whimpered, pushing back desperately against me.

Her bound hands flexed against the silk tie.

Lust burned through my veins like fire.

This — a beautiful, fiery woman bound and dripping for me, completely at my mercy — was what fantasies were made of.

To own her. To make her live and breathe for my cock.

"Please — please breed me, sir—" Lara moaned, pushing back against my cock as though it was the only thing she needed.

My hips snapped forward as though the words were a magic spell.

I buried every thick inch of my cock deep inside her tight, wet heat in one brutal thrust. She wailed, the sound raw and perfect.

I kept a firm grip on her ponytail, using it to pull her head back as I started fucking her relentlessly. Long, deep strokes that slammed into her again and again, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the penthouse.

Her pussy clenched around me like a velvet fist, fluttering and squeezing with every thrust.

"Oh God — I’m going to come—" Lara cried out.

I didn’t slow down. I fucked her harder, pounding into that perfect cunt while her walls spasmed wildly around my cock. Her whole body shook as her orgasm crashed through her, milking me with rhythmic pulses.

With a deep groan I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her with thick ropes of my seed, filling her until it started to leak out around my cock. I stayed buried deep inside her for a long moment, savoring the way her body continued to flutter and squeeze, milking every last drop from me.

I leaned down, lips brushing her ear.

"Good girl. Take every drop like you were made for it."

Afterwards, I pulled open the knot on my tie and freed her hands again. Lara turned and looked at me, her green eyes glazed, pupils darkened.

I cleaned myself up and buttoned up my flies.

"Mr Ricci said that I need to ask you if I want something."

I looked at her.

"Oh? And what do you want?"

"Can I have my phone back?" she said hopefully.

My eyes narrowed.

After I had just spent my day dealing with a traitor leaking information...this ask sent alarm bells ringing.

"What for?"

"Like I said, it’s boring around here when you’re not here," Lara said nonchalantly. "I just want to play some games on my phone."

But her eyes looked desperate.

The haze of carnal pleasure dissipated from my mind entirely. I looked at her with the critical assessment that I would treat any potential threat.

There was something desperate in how she submitted to me today, too.

The realization that her obedience had come because she had ulterior motives put a sour taste in my mouth.

I wrapped my hand around her throat.

"Don’t lie to me, Lara. That is the second rule."

The girl stiffened, fear flaring in her eyes. She chewed her lip as though weighing what to say.

"I— okay, well. I want to call my family."

Her voice cracked slightly.

That was the truth.

I frowned.

Was that what she was so desperate about?