Chapter 162

Book:The Mafia King’s Toy Published:2025-2-8

NERTHUS
“Yes, beautiful,” Arawn announces proudly, making joy explode in my chest. “We are officially back.”
It’s actually insane when I think about where we are standing now, and more importantly, how we are standing.
He looks so incredibly cute holding that little dog.
I know that he said he hated him and couldn’t wait for us to get rid of him. But the puppy just followed him everywhere in the apartment as soon as Danny was out.
And before you could notice it, they were doing everything together.
I should be jealous of that ankle-biter.
Goldie barks happily as he wiggles with his tail.
“This is amazing!” I say, sighing. “Where are we going to celebrate?”
Arawn grins, and I already feel that something insane is going through his dirty mind. “I thought about ordering a takeout and watching a good movie. Isn’t Danny out with some of his friends tonight?”
“Sounds good,” I shrug my shoulders, flashing him a big smile. “Let’s go.”
I’m already turning around, walking to the entrance as I notice that he isn’t following me. Walking back, I tilt my head a him. “Aren’t you coming?”
“Why? Don’t you like it?” he asks me, furrowing his brow.
But why is he confused if he is the one asking strange questions? I should look at him like this.
“Like what?”
“The house?” he counters with another question, making me stare at him agape.
But I really should be used to it by now.
“What house?” I ask a little panicky, fearing that I already know the answer. “Oh, my God, Arawn. Don’t tell me you bought this house and renovated it?”
His grin grows as he lifts his hand, making the key tingle. “You told me that you always wanted such a house because you think it’s pretty.”
No. Fucking. Way!
“When did I tell you that?” My voice reaches a high timbre that I didn’t quite expect.
Shrugging, he sets down Goldie who sits down at his feet. “As I picked you up from your client’s house. Before we went into your special apartment.”
Oh, my God, I didn’t even remember having said that.
It was like an eternity ago.
He remembered what I told him my dream house looked like?
I gasp, holding my hands in front of my mouth. “Arawn this is insane. It must have cost you a fortune.”
He scrunches up his face. “So… You don’t like it?”
“No,” I shake my head, taking a deep breath. “I mean, I love it. But why?”
“Well, the penthouse is just not family-friendly. Your apartment is too small,” he explains, counting on his fingers before he turns around, pointing to the garden. “And Goldie would be happier in a house with a garden as well.”
I hug myself, tearing up as I watch him as he goes on counting why he would spend about thirty million dollars because his penthouse seemed too cold.
“The central park is just down the street. And you haven’t seen the floor below, there is a pool and a gym and I had a wine cellar built in for us,” he says proudly and I finally walk towards him to hug him.
He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer and kissing the top of my head. He holds me in his arms silently for a few seconds before he sighs. “Do you want to see the pool?”
“Yes!” I answer, sniffing. “But I want to see the wine cellar first.”
He laughs, letting go of me and I wipe my happy tears before I follow him down the stairs.
It’s like the house hasn’t already been breathtaking enough, because as I have reached the cellar floor, my breath hitches in my throat.
“You should pinch me,” I say lowly as I stare at the interior agape.
He reaches out to me, squeezing my ass and I giggle. “Gladly, beautiful.”
“You are such a pervert.”
After showing me the wine cellar and picking a nice bottle of wine, we descend a set of white marble stairs to access the long pool. “This is gorgeous, Arawn.”
“So, you do like it?”
I laugh, bumping into him as he grins down at me. “I love it.”
Arawn walks towards a hidden shelf to take out a few bath towels and while I get out of my clothes to dive into the pool, he forms one to a cozy bed for Goldie.
I comb my hair back with my fingers as I resurface. “You love that dog more than me, admit it!”
“Never,” he grins as he straightens back up and opens his shirt. “But the puppy drowning would ruin the mood.”
Laughing, I shield myself from the splashes as he dives in and resurfaces right in front of me, lifting me into his arms. “I didn’t tell you the best part.”
“Which one?” I whisper back, caressing his cheeks as I look down at him.
“This house gives us a lot of privacy as there is always at least one floor between us and the boy.”
Gasping happily, I move my hands into his hair. “Oh, I think that I love that part the most.”
I pull myself to him, kissing his lips as he moves further down the pool. Breaking the kiss, I look around, seeing that he is moving us to the artificial aquarium at the other end of the room. “Where are you taking me to?”
“He is just a puppy, I don’t want to scar him for life,” he explains, seemingly serious and I crack up as I tighten my grip on his hair.
“You are impossible.”
Turning a corner of the pool, we end in a small niche with stairs still underwater. He sets me down on one of them, continuing to kiss me. Slowly, he moves down my body, causing it to arch towards him. Cold air grazes my skin, enhancing the goosebumps he triggered on it even more.
He puts his hands on my ass, pushing me out of the water slightly and I prop myself up onto my elbows, stabilizing myself as my back presses into the edges of the stairs.
Moving leisurely, he spreads my legs for him, baring my throbbing pussy for him right on the surface of the water.
Oh, my God.
He grins, showing me that he must have thought about this scenario the moment he saw the designs for this pool. Leaning in, he drives his tongue through my folds in relish, making me moan.
I throw my head back into my neck, letting my hair soak in the water while I enjoy him increasing the pace of his licks, causing my legs to shake.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, clasping the edge of the steps I can reach as he pushes himself into me deeper, increasing the pressure on my pulsating clit.
He groans as he enjoys eating me out and knows that I’m close to cum into his mouth.
I moan loudly, feeling like I’m about to fly away and don’t care if I drown the moment I give in to my head-spinning orgasm. With a swift movement of his tongue, he changes his position by only a millimeter, making me practically explode into his mouth.
He hums pleased, sucking my nub into his mouth before he detaches himself from me. “You taste better every time I get you to come on my tongue.”
“Oh, don’t say that,” I say with a giggle, covering my face with my hands.
Moving closer, he grabs my thigh, pressing himself onto me as he kisses my wrists, whispering. “You taste better…”
I gasp as he pushes me up the stairs, making me wrap my arms around his shoulders to prevent myself from falling.
“Every time…” He grins as he lifts us out of the water, and I lower one of my hands to the edge of the pool even if he has me stabilized firmly against his muscular body.
Leaning in, he bites into my neck, making me hiss as a pleasurable sting shoots through my body. He pushes into me, growling. “… I get you to come on my tongue.”
“Ah, fuck,” I scream in pleasure, and he finally starts moving, pounding into me as if he had some avid hunger he wanted to still.
I enjoy every second his cock stretches me out as his thrusts become fiercer, making my head spin as my pussy clamps down on him.
Groaning in pleasure, he slams into me as my earthshattering orgasm ripples through me. He buries himself to the hilt, wrapping his arm around me to make me lie down on the marble-tile floor.
I’m still catching my breath as he pulls me to him, my ass touching the surface of the water as he repositions himself on his knees and picks up his pace again.
As he fucks me raw, he makes me reach another breathtaking high before he empties himself into me, shuddering as he pushes out another groan. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good, beautiful.”
I lower my arched back onto the shiny surface, the rough grout lines scraping my skin.
“Okay, I actually love it when you say all these things,” I giggle, catching my breath as he kisses my chest, traveling up to make me taste myself on his lips.
I love this house too much already.