Mafia: The Heir's Mistress

Mia's POV

The sharp crack of a slap forced me to stop in my tracks.

At the entrance to the villa, my stepmother Camilla struck my biological mother Susan hard across the face.

"You bitch!"

Camilla's voice was shrill.

"You dare steal from me?! Do you know how much that gemstone necklace was worth? Seven million! You filthy thief, you'll never earn that much money in your entire pathetic life!"

Susan collapsed on the ground, shaking her head desperately, tears welling in her eyes.

"No, I didn't. I really didn't steal the necklace..."

I rushed over and threw my arms out to shield Susan, glaring at Camilla.

"Don't hurt my mother!"

My appearance only enraged Camilla further.

"Mia, you little bitch! So you're back too?"

She sneered and lifted her stiletto heel, grinding it viciously into the back of my hand.

"Ah!!"

Pain shot through me, cold sweat drenching my body, my vision darkening.

But I clenched my teeth, refusing to beg for mercy.

"Your mother is a thief, and you're nothing but a worthless slut!"

Camilla looked down at me with contempt.

"Both of you get the hell out of this villa! Starting today, I never want to see you again!"

My sister Eva Bell walked over to Camilla's side, linking their arms affectionately.

Her face was lit with excitement and utter disdain.

"Mom, don't waste your anger on these bitches. Let me punish them for you."

Eva swung the whip in her hand. It whistled through the air and lashed brutally across my back.

I jolted awake.

I gasped for air, chest heaving violently, my heart threatening to burst from my throat.

It was just a nightmare. The same nightmare that had haunted me for three years.

A deep voice came from the direction of the bathroom.

"Mia, what's wrong?"

I turned my head. Gavin stood there.

He'd just finished showering, a white towel hanging loosely around his waist, his brow furrowed as he studied me.

That's when I remembered. Today was the day I came to the villa to see Gavin.

While waiting for him, I'd accidentally fallen asleep on the couch.

Three years ago, my mother and I were kicked out of the Bell household. Soon after, I became Gavin's mistress.

He was my sugar daddy. Whenever he wanted me, I had to come to the villa and sleep with him.

My feelings for Gavin were complicated.

I had to admit, Gavin was a flawless lover.

He was devastatingly handsome, his body all hard muscle, and the skill he displayed in bed was enough to make me scream.

He was also a billionaire who gave me no less than a million dollars every month.

But I knew clearly that what we had was just a transaction. I couldn't fall in love with him.

With a man like this, though, not falling in love was incredibly difficult.

"Gavin, I..."

I stared at his muscular, bare chest, my face and body burning hot.

God, I wanted him. I wanted to feel his scorching heat.

I wanted to drive away my fear with the most primal collision of flesh.

So I gasped softly and deliberately let the strap slip from my shoulder.

Sure enough, Gavin's burning gaze immediately fixed on my breasts.

"Gavin, I just had a nightmare. I'm scared," I murmured.

He raised an eyebrow, surprised by my initiative.

Though Gavin often called me a slut in bed, I was actually quite shy when it came to sex.

He tossed aside the towel, leaned down, and cupped my face.

"Mia, you know what? You don't look like you had a nightmare. You look like you're in heat."

His voice held a trace of mockery.

"Are you blaming me for not spending enough time with you? Mia, we just made love the day before yesterday, you're such a slutty little bitch."

His words were as crude as ever, sending goosebumps across my skin and intensifying my desire.

I tilted my head up and kissed his lips.

"Mmm..."

I used my tongue to part his teeth, kissing him desperately, hungrily.

Gavin's breathing instantly became labored.

My initiative ignited him. He roughly tore away the towel from his waist, his hard cock pressing against my lower abdomen.

My nightgown was ripped in half, exposing my naked body.

"Ah..." I moaned softly, arching my chest toward him.

"Looks like you really can't wait, my little slut." He gave a low laugh.

He pressed me beneath him, grabbed my ankles, spread my legs to their limit, and hooked them over his shoulders, leaving my pussy completely open to him.

I wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Gavin... please... fuck me..."

I gasped urgently in his ear, my voice wanton.

"Now... please... fuck me hard..."

My plea seemed to please him.

"Tell me how you want me to fuck you."

Two of his fingers thrust roughly into my pussy, the wet sounds obscene as he stirred them inside me.

I trembled all over, moaning continuously.

"Like this... use your cock to fuck me... make me forget everything..."

"Good."

He withdrew his fingers and used the wetness from my pussy to smear his cock.

He put on a condom. The next second, he thrust his hips forward and drove deep inside me.

"Ah!"

I felt like I was being split in two.

His cock was massive. Every entry challenged my body's limits.

"Scream for me, slut!" He cursed while pounding into me frantically.

Each time he withdrew completely, then slammed back to my deepest point.

I clung to his sweat-slicked back, nails digging into his flesh, leaving bloody scratches.

The burning pain of the whip, the stabbing pain of the stiletto heel, all of it was replaced by the pleasure of his savage possession.

"Mia, tell me, who do you belong to?" He panted roughly in my ear.

"You... I'm yours..." I answered breathlessly.

"My what?" He slowed down, grinding torturously inside me.

"I'm your little bitch..." I pleased him with the filthy words he loved to hear.

Satisfied with my answer, he gripped my waist again and drove me to orgasm.

My vision went white, my body convulsing and climaxing under his relentless fucking.

Finally, with a deep groan, he released his hot cum deep inside me.

I don't know how long that intense sex lasted.

Afterward, Gavin fell into a deep sleep, his handsome face free of its usual coldness and violence.

I got out of bed, picked up the torn nightgown from the floor, wrapped it around myself, and walked to the balcony.

My phone buzzed in my bag. It was Fiona calling.

I answered. "Fiona, what‘s up?"

After a few seconds of silence, she spoke.

"Mia, Gavin's getting engaged."