Mafia King's Contract Breeder
Chapter 31 I Changed My Mind

Chapter 31: 31 I Changed My Mind

Lara POV

"Why are we leaving so soon?" I said.

I shrugged Emmanuel’s jacket off my shoulders and stretched my legs out in the spacious foot well of the limo, crossing them at the ankles with deliberate nonchalance.

"I was having a great time," I boasted, watching his reaction.

"Oh?" Emmanuel said, lifting his gaze.

"Didn’t you see?" I continued, leaning forward with a challenging smile. "They all wanted me. Every single man in that room was desperate for a night with me. I told you I’m good at what I do... and now you’ve seen it for yourself, haven’t you?"

Emmanuel’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing behind his eyes.

"You are certainly... a talented performer," he said, his voice rougher than usual, almost hoarse.

"Thank you," I purred, tilting my head so my curls cascaded over one shoulder. The thrill of pushing him made my pulse race.

"So what’s wrong? Don’t you want me up there on stage, bringing in the money?" I leaned even closer, my voice dropping to a sultry drawl. "After all, it was your idea."

Take that, asshole!

I relished the chance to throw his own words back at him.

In a flash, Emmanuel slammed me back against the leather seats. His hand closed around my throat and squeezed. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make my breath hitch.

"That’s enough," he snapped. His eyes flashed with warning.

I had only just witnessed him throw a blade across the room with perfect precision. I just saw him take a man’s eyes out without so much as raising his voice.

I ought to be terrified. I ought to be minding my words.

Paradoxically, it seemed to have made me less afraid of him. The filters on my mouth, which had never in my life been very reliable, seemed to have completely dissolved.

A mad smile spread over my lips.

"Admit it," I said gleefully, even with his fingers around my neck pinning me down. "You were jealous."

Emmanuel’s throat worked. He didn’t speak.

After a long, tense moment, his grip softened.

At that moment, the limo took a sharp turn, making my body skid across the leather seats with inertia.

Emmanuel caught me around the waist as I knocked into his side. His hand slid down my body in a slow, possessive trail, leaving heat in its wake.

He pulled me closer.

I went willingly, climbing into his lap and straddling him. The moment I settled on top of him, electricity crackled between us. My pussy throbbed painfully, still aching and slick from the performance, from the vibrator he had used to tease me to the edge and then cruelly denied me.

I grabbed his waist and hooked my fingers into his belt, rolling my hips in slow, teasing circles.

I barely brushed against the thick, hard bulge straining in his trousers, but it was enough to make us both feel it.

"Are you baiting me, Lara?" Emmanuel murmured. "Why don’t you admit it? You want this...you want me..."

He pulled me down against him sharply, grinding the thick length of his erection deliberately against my pussy.

"I am the only one who can make you feel like this."

I threw back my head and bit back a moan, my fingers tightening in his belt buckles.

"Never," I said determinedly. "I am only here...because you give me no choice."

I tipped my head back to look at him through my lashes. Streetlights flickered across his sharp, beautiful face as the limo moved through the city, casting dramatic shadows over his cheekbones and jaw.

"You said you would offer me an alternative, but it turns out you were bluffing after all."

Emmanuel’s eyes flashed.

"And so what?" he said bitingly. "I changed my mind. I don’t need to be so generous as to offer you alternatives. I bought you. You are mine. No other man will touch you without my permission. Do you understand?"

Deep inside, some part of me felt a sick sense of victory at these words.

It was a hundred different types of wrong to want him.

But if he made me do it...

"Fine..." I said, looking away from him. I tried not to show any hint of happiness in my expression. "If you are going to force me...there is nothing I can do."

Emmanuel let out a soft, mocking laugh. As though he found me very amusing.

The look made my stomach flutter again.

"Is that how you want to play it?"

In one smooth motion, he pushed me off his lap. I folded down to my knees in the spacious footwell of the limo, heart pounding.

"I’m forcing you, hmm?" Emmanuel said heavily.

His fingers went to his belt buckle, opening his flies.

His cock sprang up, thick and hard.

My mouth went dry.

"I am a cruel tyrant," he drawled sarcastically. "and you are an innocent little bunny. And there is nothing you can do..."

Shadows cast across his face as the limo moved through the city, making his expression look more dangerous and unpredictable.

"You don’t need to like it. All you need to do is obey. What other choice do you have?"

My eyelashes fluttered despite myself. I ought to be horrified by those words, but instead— it made even more heat pool low in my belly, and lifted a weight off my shoulders.

Satisfaction flitted over Emmanuel’s face, the passing streetlights momentarily lighting up his face. The car entered a tunnel, and the light dimmed again until I could barely see.

All I could hear was the low hum of the engine and my own unsteady breathing.

"Hands behind your back," he ordered harshly. "Open your mouth for me."

As though his words were a magic spell, I clasped my hands behind my back and parted my lips.

Emmanuel’s fingers fisted tightly in my hair, guiding my head down onto his thick, heavy cock, giving no room for refusal.

My mouth flooded with saliva instantly at the sheer size of him.

He stretched my mouth wide, the velvety-hard length sliding over my tongue until he bumped against the back of my throat.

He pushed me down harder, forcing more of his cock past the tight ring of my throat. I relaxed as best I could, suppressing the instinctive gag, eyes already watering.

"Glug-glug-glug—"

My eyes watered.

The wet, obscene sound of his cock hitting the back of my throat filled the inside of the limo.

Drool spilled uncontrollably from the corners of my stretched lips, dripping in messy strings down his thick shaft and making it glossy and slick. It ran down to soak his balls and the fine fabric of his trousers.

"Mmm—" Emmanuel let out a low, guttural sound of pleasure. "Good little whore. That’s exactly what that pretty mouth is for."

I whimpered around his cock, glaring up at him.

Emmanuel chuckled.

He released my hair and casually folded his arms behind his head, leaning back against the seat like a king on his throne.

"Keep sucking," he ordered lazily.