SugaryWinter

Do you ever wonder what your life will be like when you cross paths with your arch nemesis? Yes? Well buckle up, it’s a wild ride.

Katarina Montenegro is what everyone would simply call spoiled. She was raised with a silver spoon in her mouth and a custom Tiffany’s diamond tiara on her head. She was referred to as The Spanish Princess by everyone who knew of her existence, and she revelled in the nickname. She was young, cunning, and powerful. There was nothing Katarina wanted that she didn’t have. 

On the other hand, Marco DiBiancci was known by everyone as The Emperor Lynx, due to his ability to see through deception as easily as he could breathe. Unlike Katarina, who lived a mainly pampered life, Marco was raised by a strict father who wanted him to be in the front lines of the job since he was fourteen years old. He had spent his years getting his hands dirty and washing them again. He was young, strong, and powerful. There was nothing Marco wanted that he didn’t take for himself. 

The common ground? They were both set to inherit their father’s thrones as King and Queen of their respective organised crime kingdoms. 

The problem? Marco wanted Katarina, or more importantly, he wanted what she was set to lay claim on. Even though the two had never met, Marco was determined to get his hands on her by all means necessary, and that’s how we’re here.

This is how I, Katarina Montenegro, was kidnapped by the Italian mafia.

[WARNING: highly foul language and mature themes]

Kidnapped by the Italian Mafia

My hands gripped the silk draped over my wrists, twirling them so they'd pull tight and I'd have something tangible to hold on to. The ice melting on my engorged flesh was making my thighs clench, but the spreader bar my ankles were strapped to wouldn't allow them to press together.


Every calculated swipe of Marco's tongue over my clit was threatening to send me over the edge, but just when I was <i>right there</i>, he'd pull back and fuck the ice cube into my pussy. 


I wasn't sure if the dripping was from <i>me</i> or the melted water. 


"You taste so good." He fucked me with his tongue to soothe the freeze, bringing me back to the edge with a twitch as the wet muscle drew back, covered in my wetness, to twirl around my nub. 


The Scene