Mafia King's Obsession

He said the night was short, but it turned out to be longer than they both thought before the sun brought dawn to the penthouse windows and Fran found that Luca's hunger was as insatiable as the night was long. 

After the first orgasm, drained and spent for the first time in years, Fran turned over to her side and drifted off to sleep. 

Just a little nap before I leave, she told herself. 

It was Luca's gentle yet firm hand between her thighs, parting them so that the side of her knee was pressed into the mattress, that woke her up. Her eyelids fluttered open to see him rise above her. Even before she fully awakened, he was pressing his erection into her. 

Moaning low in her throat as moisture gathered within her again, Fran parted her legs wider and raised her hips to his when he sank into her. 

Luca forced her hips down, trapping one of her legs with one powerful, muscular leg. He surged up, burying himself balls deep inside her, groaning against her neck as she stretched to receive all of him. He lifted his head to kiss her and Fran turned her head away, her skin heating up now as pools of pleasure gathered between her legs again. Her hands ran the length of his back, fingers digging deep into his flesh until he winced. 

When he rose above her to look into her face, hips still pumping hard and fast below, she smiled at him, her soft brown eyes hidden behind eyelids heavy with sleep and lust. He lost himself in those eyes, grunting from deep within his chest as he surged powerfully, burying himself to the hilt to pour his seeds into her again. 

After a few minutes, he rolled off her to spoon her tightly against him, his erection softening against her bum, and squeezed her with his hand around her waist. 

Fran's eyes opened in the darkness. She looked down at his strong arm around her waist. His hand snaked below, fingers flat between her thighs so that he could feel the heat of her sex while he slept softly behind her. She wondered at the possessiveness of his hold on her. When she tried to scoot away, his arm tightened, bringing her back to the warmth of his body. His fingers played with the soft curls down there, then toyed softly with the lips of her vagina. 

She gasped, feeling a new wave of need course through her again. 

She felt his smile on her neck behind her. He was mocking her. 

"Tonight will never be enough," he mumbled into her hair. 

And he proved it once again, but this time around, he easily maneuvered her on top of him. Her thighs parted, knees locked on either side of his hips. 

She sighed, subconsciously running her hands up and down his chest, his broad, muscular chest. Dark hair spiced his olive skin, and she tangled her fingers in them. 

"Again?" She asked, shifting her hips forward so that she could crane her head to look back at his hardening cock. It smacked her ass. 

She turned back to Luca, and he gave her a charming, boyish lopsided grin. "What does it say?" He cocked his head to indicate that he was talking about his rising erection. 

Fran found herself smiling. "It doesn't get tired does it?"

Not with you, he thought with wonder, but he didn't say those words. Instead, gripping her thighs in his strong hands, he told her what to do, "Fuck me, Francesca."

Fran bit on her bottom lip as, with one hand on his groin for support, she rose up slightly and with the other hand she held his cock, placed it at her entrance and sank onto him. 

Luca bit back a moan. Every time he thought it was good, it got better. Her vagina was a gripping vice on his veined erection, milking the length of him so sweetly, so innocently. She rose and fell on his shaft with care, and he thought he would lose his mind from the effect she had on him. It nibbled at the edge of his mind that come morning she would leave, and he hated it. He would keep her here, go on his knees to beg her to stay if he could. 

But Luca Castello was a proud man, a mafia boss. He bent his knee to no one, much less a woman. Who was Fran to him but mere entertainment? Not even the woman he once loved, or thought he felt something close to love for, could bring him to his knees. Fran was nothing but a passing interest, one that had held his attention since he first saw her on that stage. Once he tired of her, he would discard her, and they would go their separate ways - once he found her sister, that is. 

For now, his balls tightened for her. He lusted for her. The sooner he exhausted his lust the better. Running his hands over the rise of her hips, he gripped her ass apart and forced her to ride him even faster. 

Fran followed his lead, her eyes stretching wide in their sockets. She nearly lost her balance, but soon she leaned forward, found her balance with her hands on his chest and rode him as fast as he wanted, her hips jerking back and forth on his groin. Her body was afire. 

The action brought friction to her clit, her small swollen numb grinding hard again his flesh until she was crying out in pleasure again. 

Luca let out a primal growl, his head pressed hard into the mattress with its tangled sheets when he felt her tighten against him again. Her wet walls clenched his cock tightly when she came again, springing apart very quickly as the insides of her body jerked rapidly. 

"Luca," Fran cried in his ear. She slumped against him, shaking and shivering, and his arms covered her while his hips pumped one last time, deeply, as he drained his balls inside her. 

Luca held her close, soothing her with his hand running up and down her back, which was wet with sweat. He nearly blacked out this time. 

It was several minutes again before he could breathe easy and by then Francesca was already sleeping. Her back rose and fell as she slept softly against him. 

He held her close and listened to her soft breathing. Her body was soft just as he imagined. And he also knew that her heart and soul was just as soft. 

His life was a dangerous one. What she was doing by delving into his world through him was also dangerous, but he could understand her desperation. She was worried about her sister. 

Once he was like her, worried about his brother. He would have done anything to keep his brother away from the dangers of his world, but Giovanni quickly proved that he was his own man, climbing his way from the bottom of the gang to a point that was just below him. 

Luca's hands were dirty, in a world like his it was hard to keep a clean hand. But Giovanni's were even dirtier. His brother quickly became his muscle and knife, teaching the opposition why they shouldn't mess with the Mafia brothers. 

Since the anti - organized crime laws in many countries, popular gangs like the Mafia and the Yakuza had gone underground, keeping a low profile while still keeping their webs in the criminal world. Luca was keeping the Mafia brothers safe through his connections with federal forces. As long as his men didn't go out of their way to cause trouble, they were safe. 

Now he worried that safety was about to be threatened, what with Giovanni talking about Ricky and Francesca insisting that his brother might have something to do with her sister's disappearance. 

The effect of his pleasure was wearing off now. He gently slid Fran off him. 

She mumbled in her sleep and curled against him. 

Luca looked into her face, aching to reach down to touch the soft lines of her cheeks and jaw. He squeezed his hands into fists. 

He was no fool. She was a woman. A dispensable one. 

He turned away from her and slid off the bed. He grabbed his discarded pants off the floor and slid them on at the same time as he reached for his phone. He tapped on it and raised it to his ear. 

The phone rang once before the call connected. 

"Where are you, Bobby?" He listened to the response on the other side, then said, "Be here in 5."

He padded across the room, found a decanter of scotch and some glass in the cabinet in the bar in the living room area. He poured himself a healthy amount, enough to temporarily wash the lust that was threatening to blind him to his job. 

He was pouring himself another glass full when the door opened and Bobby walked in. 

Bobby was huge and bald, a giant with a large white scar on his neck that warned anyone who thought otherwise that his baby blue eyes belied a dangerous nature. The scar was the result of a street fight that would have ended his life in their early days in Los Angeles if Luca hadn't flown in a brilliant doctor to treat him. That singular act was enough to seal Bobby's life to his for life. 

"Mr. Castello." Bobby's voice was coarse and husky. That and the scar was a reminder of his near brush with death. 

"Giovanni?"

"Last I checked he was leaving the club at 4 this morning." If Bobby thought it strange that Luca asked him to tail his brother, he said nothing about it. His loyalty was to Luca, not Giovanni. 

"Was he alone?"

"As far as I know, yes sir. If he turned around to meet Ricky I wouldn't know about that, but I'll check."

"That's fine." Luca brushed a hand over his face. He didn't know what to do about his stubborn brother, but he hoped that Giovanni wasn't getting his dirty hands even stickier. "I have a job for you."

The only indication that Bobby was listening was his intent gaze. 

"Have you heard the name Faith Elaise on the streets?"

"Can't say that I have."

"Ask around. Find out what you know about her. She's disappeared, find out why and who the players are in her disappearance."

"Yes sir." 

No questions asked. If Luca wanted someone to take a bullet for him, Bobby would take it. No questions asked. 

He turned to leave. 

"One more thing," Luca stopped him. 

Bobby waited. "Look into Ricky too. No one should know about this. I want to know what he wants from me."

"Yes sir."

"If you're caught you're on your own."

Bobby cracked a smile. "Right, Mr. Castello."

He left the penthouse. 

Luca walked to the bar to pour another drink for himself. Now that the assignment was given, his mind wandered back to the woman in his bed. She was young and inexperienced, but there was a curiosity about her, he wanted to explore. He suspected that she was wilder than she appeared. 

He smirked to himself. Would she really let him fuck her in the *ss? There was only one way to find out. 

He drained his glass and dropped it on the counter. 

**Fran woke up with a start. 

The room was only dimly lit by the rising dawn. She looked down at the scattered sheets on the bed, lifted the covers and looked down at herself. She was naked, and her body ached and throbbed. 

Damn, it had been a long night. The best night, a tiny voice said in her head. She dismissed it. 

No, she couldn't think of it as the best night of her life. She had given Luca the price. Now it was time to wait for him to fulfill his end of their bargain. 

She slid off the bed feeling shame mixed with the pleasure and ache in her loins. 

It was time to leave.