Carlotta Angela Vasiliev is a 17 year old girl living with her adoptive Russian mafia family of 4 brothers and father. Ever since she was a child, she's had no sense of belonging, abused by the Swedish mafia in her youth, her Russian saviours are th...
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Our lips crash together hungrily as Gigi holds me in place by my throat.
He backs me up against the counter pressing his front to my own, and I can immediately feel his hard dick against my stomach.
He swipes his tongue along the seam of my lips, wanting entrance, but being the 'bratty girl' he says I am, I deny him.
He grunts in displeasure, to which I smirk deeply. His grip on my throat becomes suddenly tighter, making me gasp at my lack of oxygen.
He pulls back to admire my defenseless position, cocking his head to take me all in, "You will submit to me." He says lowly, staring at my watering eyes before he kisses me again, this time taking advantage of my open mouth and sliding his tongue in with mine.
I moan at the sensation, being extremely deprived since I was with Emiliano all those weeks ago. I try to take back some of the control in the kiss, but end up promptly losing, and eventually submitting to Gigi dominating my mouth entirely.
I moved my head to the side slightly, deepening the kiss as I lifted my hands and tugged at his hair, making his moan into my mouth as he moves his own hands, hoisting me up so that my legs wrap around his waist.
I can now feel the large bulge in his sweats directly against my core, as we continue to make out hungrily. His large hands grip my ass as he starts to move us towards the sofas, dropping down into one so I'm now straddling his lap, hands still buried in his hair.
I break the kiss and start to leave hot open mouthed kisses down the column of his neck, his head resting on the back of the couch, "Fuck Car." He moans, now recieving kisses along his exposed collar bone.
I lean up to his ear, now wrapping my own hand around his neck, making him snap his eyes open and look at me darkly, "Not so powerful now, hm?" I whisper in his ear, my nails scraping along the sides of his neck where I'm holding him.
He smirks at me darkly, "Little brat." He says, before expertly flipping me over, so I'm lying on the sofa, him hovering teasingly above me. "It'll take more than that to control me, sweetheart." He says from above me, my chest rising and falling heavily against his own.
A sudden 'tring' of a bell snaps us out of our moment, making us both jump slightly. I look up at the armrest behind me to see Arabella, sitting herself down, and watching us intently.
She mews softly, making Gigi and I look at one another before laughing.
Gigi leans down and kisses me on the forehead before lifting me up with him and setting me on my feet.
"I think Arabella's right," He smiles, giving her a scratch under the chin which she greatly appreciates, purring loudly, "It's getting late, and you've had a long night."
I nod, processing what just happened.
"I can sleep down here if you'd prefer? You can take my bed." Gigi says, making me look at him weirdly.
