Chapter 81: Do You Want To Be Fucked With A Gun On Your Forehead?

Chapter 81: Do You Want To Be Fucked With A Gun On Your Forehead?

Luciano

Abigail had stayed over at my place last night rather than returning to her parents as planned. Following Micheal's death, both of us had felt a little bit relieved, almost as if a weight had been lifted off our shoulders. He has been a pain in my ass for long enough now and I was glad that we finally got rid of him.

She had been surprisingly okay after pulling that trigger. I knew it was her first time killing someone but I was certain it wouldn't be her last, not if she was going to stand by my side, ruling the mafia world together. It wasn't that normal for a mafia Don to have a girlfriend, arranged marriages were more common to form allies with other mafia groups. But as the leader, I had the right to decide what I wanted and what I wanted was Abigail. We were both sitting by the table in the dining hall at the moment, opposite Ambrose and my mother. We had just finished discussing the future of both our relationship and the cartels.

Except for the guards outside the room, no one else was present other than the four of us. It was a major matter, we had to ensure that she understood what it meant to be the leader of something so great and dangerous. Not that we doubted her capabilities to do so but it was for her safely and she needed to know what was coming. When the meeting ended, I escorted Ambrose and my mother to the foyer where we said our goodbyes and then I walked back to the lounge where I saw her situated on one of the sofas with a stack of papers across her lap. I wouldn't call it a contract, it was more of a document of information that held every detail about our cartel. She was required to know this if she would join us.

I looked away from her figure and made my way to the liquor cabinet, I knew she disliked whiskey so I only poured myself a glass. When I raised my gaze to look out the window, it was dark out. Apparently the time ran away when you discussed important subjects. I turned and walked towards her to take a seat on the other couch, facing her. Her brows were knitted together in concentration as she eyed the papers carefully and I leaned back and lifted my ankles to rest it on my knee. I took the chance to study her body, she was sitting with her legs crossed which made the dress she wore slide up her thigh. She was so much younger than me, yet so much more beautiful than the woman around my age. I am a lucky man.

She was unconsciously nibbling on her button lips and my eyes watched the movement attentively. I took a sip of the drink and let my eyes fall to her chest where the low neckline showcased her round breasts. Her chest moved up and down with every breath she took and even though I wasn't supposed to disturb her, I couldn't help it. I placed both my feet on the floor and set the glass on the table next to the couch. We were close enough for me to be able to touch her if I just leaned forward and I raised my hand to caress her thigh. Her eyes moved to mine as soon as she felt it.

“Luciano, I need to concentrate.” She said in a serious tone, diverting her attention back to the papers.

She looked too sexy not to fúck right now and her words didn't stop me from continuing. I lowered my head to kiss the upper side of her knee, which caused her to sharply inhale. I raised my head to look at her, only to be met with a warning glare.

“Don't do that,” I chuckled at her attempt to sound convincing.

“Okay, I will stop.”

I took my hands off her but continued to be seated at the edge of the cushion. She shook her head to herself and went back to ignoring me. When five minutes had passed, my patience had run out. I stood up and her head snapped to me and when I took a step closer, she frowned.

“What are you doing?” She asked, not receiving an answer.

I leaned down and moved one hand to the backrest behind her head. My gaze followed my left hand that brushed against the outside of her breast. Her lips parted to let out short breaths of air and I was absolutely obsessed with watching her become a hot mess for me. She tilted her head to meet my eyes.

“Luciano, seriously, I have to look through this.” She said, referring to the bundle of paper in her hands.

I didn't listen to what she said, instead I began kissing her bare neck and she tilted her head to the side but still wouldn't give in. All of a sudden, I felt a hard object pressed against my chest and I pulled my head back to see what she was holding. I chuckled to myself when I saw the gun I had given to her which she now used to threaten me with. I looked back at her face, she had a cheeky smirk on her lips.

“Look at you being a daring little brat.” I grinned back, hovering right above her lips.

“If you can't respect my demands then this is what you get.” She said slowly.

“So that was what this is all about? Respect?” I cocked a brow and she nodded.

Before she could react, I had snatched the gun from her grip and had it pressed under her jaw, forcing her head to tilt up. She let out a surprise gasp.

“You see, Abigail.” I sighed, looking down at her.

“If you wanted me to fúck you while pointing a gun against your head, you could have just said so.”

Her lips parted when my free hand tugged the edge of her dress up to gather by her waist. My dick was hard as fucking rock at the moment, just watching her lose all control was such pleasure for me.

“Do you want that, angel?” I breathed, pressing the gun harder under her jaw.

“Do you want to be fucked with a gun to your forehead?”

“Yes,” she admitted.

The second I got her permission, I got up and grabbed her arm to drag her with me. I pushed her towards the table in the dining room and her chest came in contact with the wooden surface. I pushed my crotch against her ass and quickly unbuckled my belt and pants, I used the belt to lock her hands together behind her back and then I leaned down to get a hold of her throat where I aimed the gun upwards. Her head was forced to tilt up but her front was still firmly pressed against the table.

“Care to make it more interesting?” I whispered into her ear.

“How?”

I cocked the gun but moved my fingers away from the trigger. We didn't want any mistake happening, arousing as it was to make it more fun.