"So, what do you think, Chuck?" Ricky asked, his gaze drifting lazily to the Skeleton, who was just waiting to hand him another beer.
"She'll retaliate." Chuck said simply, assuming Ricky was only testing him instead of asking for his opinion.
"I don't know. I feel like she's just trying to push my buttons," Ricky said, framing her retaliation in terms of his own interpretation rather than Selene's real intent.
"Yes, but as you already know, it'll be subtle," Chuck hinted, signaling that they viewed retaliation differently and far from the collective, all-out destruction Ricky was used to.
"But you think it's the right move for her to come to me, right?" Ricky suddenly asked, raising his cigarette to his mouth and inhaling the rest of it.
"I'd like to think so, although, you may escalate the conflict-"
"Not if I have leverage," Ricky interrupted, knowing that he currently held everything Selene wanted.
Since if she expected him to bend, then she'd have to bend too.
"That is true."
"But in my interpretation of this scenario is as follows: she'll test you, probe your boundaries, and push for compliance." Chuck explained, his hollow eyes staring at Ricky's as the man slowly nodded.
"But always in ways that won't destroy the opportunity she actually needs you for." Chuck clarified quickly, knowing Selene would never truly destroy him since she needed him.
"Hmmmmm," Ricky hummed, leaning back in his lawn chair as he considered the situation.
"Is there something else on your mind, Master?" Chuck asked dutifully, knowing he couldn't truly comprehend his master.
But he dared to try.
"Nah, it's just that I really need to have sex with her," Ricky said simply, watching Chuck nod beside him.
After all, in Chuck's mind, it seemed only fitting that someone like his master would have a harem of concubines, ever expanding alongside his own greatness.
"And then there's this whole other thing with Lady Roma-" Ricky sighed, still keeping her locked in the dungeons of Camelot while he figured out a way to get in her pants.
Snap
"Holy sh*t, and that one vampire chick," Ricky snapped, wagging his fingers as if ashamed to have forgotten Baroness Blood.
"Your concubine Lilith-"
"No, the other one, I totally just remembered her." Ricky thought, recalling how that ugly-ass vampire was married to that gorgeous one.
"Be honest, how sh*tty would it be if I went to visit Lilith but ended up boning the other vampire chick?" Ricky suddenly asked, turning back to Chuck who contemlatd it for a minute.
"The main point of this probe would be whether she finds out, is it not?" Chuck asked, thinking it would be fine if Lilith never discovered it beforehand.
"This-......this is why you're my guy Chuck." Ricky said, rubbing his chin since there was no way Lilith wouldn't eventually find out.
"Master-"
"Nah, I can't get in my head about it too much. I just gotta let it flow," Ricky waved his hand, knowing overthinking would only make it worse.
"Speaking of flowing, I'm still kinda revved up thinking about Selene naked," Ricky muttered to himself, having already had dessert earlier but realizing he was still hungry.
"And I do think I should give these puppies a test ride." Ricky muttered to himself, looking at the new toys he was going to use to sway not only Slene but the others.
'Maybe I should go see Maria.' Ricky thought, knowing that he hadn't visited her in a while as he smiled.
'I'll take her out, y'know, maybe a little dinner, show her how special she is to me-"
"Ricky?"
However, the plans forming in his head slowly dissolved at the sound of a familiar voice, making him turn in surprise.
"Alina?" Ricky asked, instantly recognizing her voice amid any crowd as he saw her standing there, holding three bouquets of flowers.
After that long night, the night Frank had sacrificed himself to buy Alina enough time to escape, she had begun visiting the graveyard more often.
Now, after what Frank had done for her, she no longer came with just two bouquets of flowers, but three.
Alina always made it a point to lay flowers at Rocco's grave and at his best friend Eddy's whenever she had the chance.
Over time, she had slowly started to incorporate Frank into these visits, a quiet acknowledgment of the man who had given everything to protect her and her children.
What she hadn't expected, however, was to see Ricky there so late.
She knew he frequented the grounds, but she had never encountered him at the same time, and the sight of him now, made her heart skip.
"What are you doing here? Where are your f*cking guards?" Ricky asked, only to realize that Alina wasn't being protected as he glanced around.
"I-I told them to wait outside the cemetery," Alina said, lowering her head slightly as a blush spread across her cheeks.
"Oh," Ricky muttered, nodding with a sigh of relief.
"Oh~" Ricky sleazily said, his anger melting away and replaced by a sly, almost predatory smile as he looked at the woman who was perfect for what he had in mind.
"But c'mon, don't lie, you came here to see me~"
In almost an instant after those words were uttered, he slipped out of his chair and moved toward Alina, who blushed even deeper.
"I-I wanted to pay my respects," Alina stammered, her breath quickening as Ricky closed the distance, until her gaze, once firmly fixed on the ground, drifted upward to the outline of his crotch.
"God, you're the sweetest~" Ricky sighed, knowing that this was exactly how he would fill the remainder of his night, slowly pulling Alina into his embrace.
"T-The flowers-"
"Chuck's got it." Ricky interrupted, watching Alina blush even deeper as Chuck, acting as the perfect wingman, expertly took the flowers from her before pulling her closer into his embrace.
Alina flinched, her forehead pressing against Ricky's chest as his hands slid down her back, slowly tracing every inch of her supple body before settling on her ass, squeezing tightly.
"Ha~" Alina let out a heated breath, powerless to ever say no to him, as Ricky chuckled at his favorite cum dumpster.
"I missed you~" Alina's eyes turned into hearts as she pressed her face against his chest, barely able to keep herself restrained for more than a few seconds as she inhaled his scent again.
In truth, Alina had barely been able to keep herself together.
A week without Ricky felt like an eternity; her fingers were no substitute, failing to satisfy the hunger that gnawed at her.
Every thought, every breath seemed consumed by the memory of him as his touch, his taste, the way he made her body ache for more.
She was literally starving for him.
"Chuck, you-"
"I understand master."
"That's why you're the man!" Ricky laughed, lifting Alina into a princess carry as a portal opened nearby.
Meanwhile In The Lobby Of The Plaza,
Dink
Dink
Within the lobby of one of the city's most esteemed hotels, overlooking Central Park, the space was mostly desolate.
The only two working at this hour were the receptionist, Tom, and Josh, whose shift ran from 8 p.m. to 8 a.m.
But instead of working like the dutiful Josh, Tom was flicking rolled-up paper balls at him.
Dink
"Cut it out!" Josh yelled, furious as a rolled-up paper ball hit him squarely on the cheek, while Tom laughed.
"Will you lighten up, no one comes to make a reservation at 11-"
"That's exactly what happened with Mr. Luciano," Josh said, brow furrowing as he watched Tom visibly flinch.
"I still remember when you made me look like a fool in front of him." Josh scowled, angrily flipping a page in the logbook as he checked to make sure the previous worker hadn't messed anything up.
Although Tom was just a receptionist, Josh was actually the manager and the one who all but micromanaged everything.
"What do you want for me, you know what he is in my community-"
"If you could even call it that," Josh muttered, scribbling something in the book as Tom scrunched his brows.
"You know what? I think you're jealous," Tom scoffed, crossing his arms as Josh rolled his eyes at the proud Irishman his best friend was.
"I'm completely jealous of you, of thinking Mr. Luciano as some sort of boogeyman," Josh said sacrificially, teasing his friend, who all but snapped at him.
"Because he is!" Tom yelled, stepping toward Josh, who looked up, and immediately widened his eyes.
"Tom-"
"The guy is literally being used to discourage little kids from not eating their vegetables."
"Tom, stop talking-"
"Just the other day my mom told my little brother that if he didn't eat his peas that 'Ricky Luciano would come for him in the night-"
"JESUS CHRIST, SHUT UP!" Josh yelled, yanking Tom's shoulder so he could turn around—and see Ricky Luciano standing at the front desk.
"Oh, c'mon, he was just getting to the best part," Ricky chuckled, watching Tom shrivel up and turn pale as a ghost.
"What else did they say, huh?"
"How else is Ricky Luciano gonna getcha?" Ricky laughed, clearly amused rather than angry at Tom for speaking behind his back.
"Ricky, leave the poor boy alone~" Alina, completely embarrassed while being carried in his arms, tugged gently at his shirt.
"I was just messing with him, c'mon~" Ricky joked, leaning in close enough to make Alina blush furiously as the two young men awkwardly averted their eyes.
"Mr. Luciano, I cannot begin to express my deepest apologies for my colleague's brash and rude remarks." Josh said, grabbing Tom by the neck and forcing him to bow, his other hand pressed over his heart.
"I swear to you, as the manager in charge, tell me what I can do to make your stay at the Central Plaza as wonderful as possible, and it will be done," Josh vowed, feeling his friend start to shake violently under the presence of this one man.
"Aye, if I cared about whatever a ginger said behind my back, the bodies would be stacking high in Brooklyn." Ricky shrugged, watching Josh let out a silent sigh of relief before lifting his head again.
"But you Irish, man, ya'll some f*cking lunatics." Ricky laughed, smiling ear to ear when looking at Tom.
"I mean, not one group in this city's got the balls to even speak behind my back, let alone to my face," Ricky said, his gaze lifting slightly as his smile faded, leaving only the weight of his presence on the trembling man before him.
"I kinda respect that." Ricky mused, considering whether he should reevaluate his original stance on the Irish community being outsiders.
"But you gotta watch yourself,'cause if one of my guys heard that, you'd be hanging from the Brooklyn Bridge right about now," Ricky chuckled, watching Tom's knees start to shake until Josh had to hold him up to keep him from collapsing.
"Ricky~" Alina whined, her hand pressing gently to his cheek as if to stop him.
"Alright, alright~" Ricky said, easing off as Alina gave the two boys a small, reassuring smile.
"Get the penthouse suite ready while me and this f*cking fox here eat in the back," Ricky said, not caring whether the suite was occupied or if the kitchen was closed.
"Right away. Tom, go get the penthouse suite ready for Mr. Luciano," Josh ordered, pushing Tom aside before gesturing toward Ricky.
"This way, Mr. Luciano," Josh directed, side-eyeing Tom, who immediately bolted from the reception desk toward the elevator.
"Aye, what's your name?" Ricky asked, following Josh who started to lead them to the closed dining hall of the hotel.
"Josh Carter, Mr. Luciano."
"I like you, Josh. You seem like a guy who knows how to get sh*t done," Ricky chuckled, Alina clinging to his chest as if embarrassed not to be walking on her own.
"Thank you, Mr. Luciano. The Plaza prides itself on its service, and it's an honor to hear such a thing," Josh replied, lifting his chin with the confidence of a man who believed in his hotel's reputation.
"Yeah, but I'm gonna need to do something about that Tom guy." Ricky's gaze lifted, catching the slight twitch of Josh's shoulders as he kept walking forward.
"Running his mouth about me in a place like this, makes me wonder if the Plaza is really all about service," Ricky muttered, one brow arched as his eyes wandered over the hotel's elegant layout.
"I promise you, My Lucaino, it will never happen again."
"Well, I trust you'll get it done." Ricky smiled, trailing Josh into the in-room dining section of the hotel.
"Aye! The f*ck are you doing, Josh?" a voice barked from behind the kitchen, catching sight of Josh stepping into a room still being cleaned.
"How many fcking times have I told you we don't serve outside hours-HOLY SHT!" the man barked, stopping mid-rant as his eyes landed on Ricky Luciano stepping into view.
"YOU'RE RICKY LUCIANO!" The man exclaimed, bolting out from the kitchen and hurrying toward him, his tone flipping from anger to awe in an instant.
"Oh my god, Ricky Luciano is in my restaurant, RICKY LUCAINO IS IN MY RESTAURANT!" The man laughed excitedly, Ricky looking with surprise as he stared at Josh facepalming.
"I know you don't know my Sir, but I'm Alfio's nephew-"
"Holy sh*t, Enzo!" Ricky cut in suddenly, setting Alina down as he strode closer to the man, who looked to be in his thirties.
Enzo froze, stunned that Ricky recognized him as he had expected the infamous Ricky 'Slick' Luciano to know his uncle, but not him.
"Alfio talks about you all the time, it's good to finally meet ya!" Ricky laughed, pulling Enzo into a firm bear hug.
The gesture jolted Enzo out of his daze, leaving him both surprised and oddly honored.
Before Ricky had left, it was already known that Italiano's had become his unofficial office.
The place was far more comfortable than the sterile, cramped room Lucky had tried to shove him into.
During the quieter moments, Ricky would sit back with a glass of something strong and exchange words with Alfio.
But somehow, the old man would find a way to steer every conversation toward his nephew, no matter the starting point.
Although he would sometimes tune it out, Ricky couldn't help but enjoy how Alfio's face would brighten at the mention of his nephew.
There was this genuine warmth and pride in the old man's voice that made the stories feel alive, and the way Alfio spoke of the nephew's skill and creativity made it the reason why Ricky was so excited to finally meet him.
"But he said you were still over in Rome. What the hell are you doing here?" Ricky asked, breaking the hug and gripping Enzo's shoulders to get a better look.
Despite Enzo's bushy mustache, Ricky could still make out the familiar features he inherited from Alfio's blood.
"It's cause they can't understand true Sicilian cuisine!" Enzo snapped, his voice sharp with frustration as he thought of those damned smug bastards.
"No experimentation, no bold flavors, only the same bland sh*t!" Enzo gestured wildly, sending Ricky into a hysterical laughter that made his mood instantly change.
"Listen, I just got some fresh lobster, lemme make you my famous Aragosta alla Siciliana." Enzo said excitedly, patting Ricky on the shoulder as the man grinned.
"And I swear to our Lord and Savior above, I make a cannoli to die for," Enzo added quickly, flashing Ricky a toothy grin.
"Well, now I've gotta see that," Ricky replied, smiling as he watched Enzo nod fanatically before turning around.
CLAP
CLAP
"EVERYONE GET THE F*CK BACK IN THE KITCHEN, RIGHT NOW!" Enzo roared, shoving some of his guys, who were cleaning up, back into the kitchen.
"AND SOMEONE GO TO THE WINE CELLAR TO GET ME THAT BAROLO RISERVA!"
While Enzo continued screaming in the kitchen, Josh led Ricky and Alina to a table.
"Since that brute has already filled you in, would you like the entire bottle of Barolo Riserva?" Josh asked politely, showing no hesitation in offering it to such an esteemed guest.
"It's a marvelous wine, something we had flown in from Sicily in case you ever returned to our lovely hotel," Josh added, already imagining the scenario of Ricky coming back.
"Y'know what? That sounds f*cking great," Ricky said, walking over to the chair and pulling it out for Alina, who smiled at the sweet gesture.
However, before she could sit, Ricky leaned down toward her, and she instinctively closed her eyes.
His lips met hers gently, that familiar sweet taste returning as her tongue slowly began to swirl with his.
Josh, taking advantage of the moment to slip quietly back into the kitchen, gave them their space as Ricky gradually pulled away from the kiss.
"Y'know, this kinda reminds me of when we first went out," Ricky said, caressing her cheek as she leaned into his touch.
"I remember, we went to the Stork Club," Alina chuckled, her motherly features tinged with a blush as she looked up at Ricky.
However, as she instinctively sat down in the chair with Ricky gently guiding her, her tongue swirled in her mouth while Ricky moved over to his seat.
Although that addictive taste was as ever-present as before, there was something subtly different in his kiss this time.
More specifically, the lingering aftertaste made Alina almost crave the return of his tongue, as Ricky's passive "craving kiss" slowly began to take effect.
"And it's also how we got our precious Moxie," Ricky said with a wink, watching Alina blush but ultimately smile as she looked down at her hands, clenched at her thighs
"Hey, Alina, look at me."
Then Alina's eyes slowly lifted to Ricky, already seated across from her, as he reached out to take her hand.
She smiled at the sweet gesture, placing her hand in his as they sat on opposite sides of the table, her gaze fixed on his green eyes.
"Are you okay?" Ricky asked genuinely, rubbing her palm as Alina's smile widened at the heartfelt question, her eyes growing slightly teary.
Sniff
However, instead of responding, Alina took a moment to gather herself, the long night having left her feeling the impact more than most.
Although she wasn't the only one of Ricky's women affected, she was among those who had been hurt the most by what had happened.
The others seemed to shrug off violence as if it barely touched them, but Alina was different.
She was a gentle, sweet woman and one who loved wholeheartedly, but at the same time, felt every sting of pain deeply.
"I-I'm just-"
SNIFF
"I-I don't know how to feel~" Alina said genuinely, lowering her gaze to the tablecloth as a few tears began to fall onto it.
"Aye, nothing that happened that day was your fault, it was all mine." Ricky assured her, taking full responsibility and making certain she carried none of the blame.
"I should've put more of my guys there, I should've-" Ricky began, but as he was about to mention the runners, Alina's body started to tremble.
"I'm so sorry," Ricky quickly pivoted, apologizing profusely to Alina as although he couldn't have known, he felt he should have.
SNIFF
"I-I just can't stop thinking about that woman-"
"Hey, hey, hey~" Ricky said, stopping her as he gently held her, watching her hands cover her eyes.
"You don't have to think about her anymore, I've got you," Ricky murmured softly, his voice steady and warm as he held her hand with purpose.
"Nothing like that will, ever, and I mean ever, happen to you again." Ricky vowed to himself, knowing he never wanted to put her through something like that again.
"I'll make sure of it. I promise you, I will move the f*cking heavens and the goddamn earth to keep that promise to you." Ricky swore, placing his free hand over his heart and staring into her eyes with absolute certainty.
Sniff
"O-Okay~" Alina sniffled, realizing it would be hard to stop thinking about that woman, but Ricky's assurance eased her, if only a little.
"I-"
"I believe every word you say, Ricky. I do," Alina said genuinely, lowering her head slightly.
But although she wanted to move on, there was still something that lingered within her.
She was a mother, that was who Alina was as a person.
She loved loving her children and her heart was so big that it couldn't help but spread to others as well, but more specifically.
Those runners who lost their lives that day at the expense of her own children.
"B-But what about those runners, those children-" Alina suddenly remembered, covering her mouth with her hand as tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Look at me, baby, please," Ricky almost begged, watching Alina struggle to lift her teary gaze toward that unwavering certainty once again.
"Anyone who lost their life that day, I made sure to take care of their families and their funerals," Ricky said solemnly, his eyes fixed on hers, conveying the weight of every word.
"And I know it won't make that pain go away, 'cause nothing could replace the loss of a child." Ricky added, his voice low as he struggled to imagine what he would do if he ever lost one of his own.
"But I promise you, Alina, like I did before." Ricky let his words hang in the air, refusing to finish unless Alina's gaze stared back into his green eyes that flared with his unbridled will.
"Anyone who suffered to protect you that day, anyone who lost their life, their families will never have to worry about a thing for as long as they live," Ricky vowed, doing everything he could to keep those tears from spilling down her loving cheeks.
"I promise."
Sniff
"Thank you, Ricky." Alina finally smiled, holding his hand tightly as her other hand rested on her stomach.
"It's the least I could do, you're my girl, after all," Ricky chuckled, watching her blush as her free hand brushed away the lingering tears.
"Also, there was another reason why I brought you here." Ricky said suddenly, his smile widening as Alina gave him that look he knew so well.
"I wanted to ask you about our child's godfather."
Whatever displeasure might have risen on her face melted away at the mention of their child.
Her hand instinctively came to rest on her stomach as she patiently waited to hear who he had in mind.
"Since I kinda, sort of, went behind your back and already gave that position to Vito." Ricky revealed, watching Alina not scrunch her features in displeasure but instead grow ecstatic.
"That is wonderful, Ricky!" Alina exclaimed, her smile widening since Vito was such a sweetheart, and some of the many flowers adorning his hospital room were from Alina herself.
"And what about those two brave boys, Paolo and David?" Alina's smile carried over as she thought of the other kids who had helped save her life, looking enthusiastically at Ricky.
"Don't worry, I've got something special planned for those two, along with the other three runners who stood out that day," Ricky hinted, giving her a wink since he hadn't forgotten about any of them.
"But let's talk about you, how's the new house treating you?" Ricky asked, grinning ear to ear as he shifted the topic back to the beautiful woman in front of him.
"Oh, the house~" Alina sighed as if she were in heaven, one hand coming up to cradle her cheek.
"It's so marvelous, Ricky, but honestly, I don't even know what to do with all the rooms." Alina laughed, and Ricky couldn't help but smile at her beautiful chuckle, feeling like he was falling in love with her all over again.
After their house had been blown apart by the blast, Ricky wasted no time fighting to move Alina into the neighborhood where his other women had already settled.
It was becoming more and more apparent that, one by one, the houses on the block were filling with Ricky's women, until the whole street was slowly turning into some kind of Harem Avenue.
Originally, Ricky had wanted Alina there from the start.
Not just because it meant keeping her close, but because the block itself was turning into a fortress.
Each home guarded, each woman protected under his reach, and it would've been the safest place for her.
But Alina had wanted to stay in the first house Ricky ever gave her, the place that meant something more than just walls and a roof.
And as much as Ricky wanted her within his growing fortress, he respected her wish since he had a hard time saying no to the woman who gave him such beautiful children.
"Just divide them up between Marco and Sophie," Ricky chuckled, watching Alina smile as he deliberately used the moment to segue into them.
"How are they? I know Sophie was a little shaken up, but I haven't heard anything about Marco," Ricky asked, trying not to sound worried since no matter how many times he asked around, nobody seemed able to give him anything solid about Marco.
"H-He's-...........he's adjusting." Alina tried to sound positive, but those were the only words that really fit how he was doing at the moment.
"And I-"
"SIGH*
"I've tried to talk to him, but he's been so closed off lately and it's starting to worry me." Alina finally sighed, lowering her eyes, since Marco had been isolating himself in his room more and more.
"W-Would you mind talking to him?" Alina asked, looking up at Ricky. He nodded without hesitation, as if it were the easiest thing in the world.
"Of course, I'll always make time for Marco." Ricky's words lit up Alina's face, her expression elated.
But then his eyes narrowed, catching the obvious thing she was trying to hide.
"But I don't want him joining the family." Ricky stated, watching as Alina ducked her head, knowing full well that was exactly where she had been leading the conversation.
"He told me that he's tired of being weak and-"
"It ain't happening." Ricky's tone was firm, his frown deepening as Alina lowered her head a little further at his insistence.
They both knew why he didn't want Marco joining the family.
Even as the years passed, Rocco was still a raw wound in his heart, and the older Marco grew, the more terrifying his resemblance to Rocco became.
"I just can't do it, baby, it's like every time I look at him-"
"I know." Alina stopped him, holding his hand between both of hers as Ricky turned his gaze aside.
"I want him to live a good life, and I can give it to him, I can literally give him anything he wants. Just anything except that." Ricky was insistent, pinching the bridge of his nose with his hand since he hated talking about this subject.
"Okay," Alina said softly, understanding completely, and feeling at least happy that Ricky cared so much about Marco in the first place.
In fact, when Alina first fell under Ricky's spell, she had been a little worried about how he would treat Marco and Sophie. While he had never really connected with Sophie in the same way, Marco had quickly become like a little brother to him.
It wasn't just affection, it was Ricky's way of honoring Rocco.
By taking care of Alina, he was protecting the woman he loved.
By looking out for Marco, he was ensuring that history wouldn't repeat itself, that the boy would never face the same dangers or loneliness that Rocco had when he was gunned down in that alleyway.
Even now, he could still see that orb Gaea had shown him, its image burning in his mind, making his fingernails dig into his palms.
"I'm just f*cking sorry this stuff keeps happening to you." Ricky sighed, rubbing his face since of all people, Alina didn't deserve any of the things she had been put through.
"I know," Alina said softly, easing Ricky, knowing it was her turn to lend an ear as he looked off to the side.
"And with Frank-" Ricky began, but his voice caught as he laughed softly, shrugging, trying to brush off the unpleasant sadness lingering on his features.
"Oh, Ricky, you're too hard on yourself." Alina squeezed his hand, offering reassurance to the man she had fallen in love with and the father of her children.
"You're doing such a good job, Ricky." Alina encouraged, watching as he slowly began to let go of the sadness that had been swirling through his mind, chasing away the unpleasant memories by her soft encouragement.
"I know how hard you're trying to give all of us a good life, and I love you so much for it," Alina said, letting Ricky know just how much his efforts meant to her in a way he could truly understand.
"God, you're just the best, you know that?" Ricky chuckled, returning his gaze to Alina, who smiled warmly at the compliment.
"And I have you to thank for that," Alina laughed, the sadness completely melting from both their features as they truly started to enjoy the moment between themselves.
"Mr. Luciano, I've brought the Barolo Riserva." Josh said, a towel draped over one arm and a wine bottle in the other, smiling.
"Great timing," Ricky chuckled, watching Josh pour a very generous serving into his glass.
"Now, fun fact about this wine, it must be aged for at least five years." Josh explained, using the pouring to fill the moment with a bit of history.
"This prolonged aging means a significant investment in high-quality wooden barrels, storage costs in a cool, dark cellar, and a slow turnover rate."
"However, this particular wine is from 1845, having been kept in the same barrel before it was finally poured into a single case of wine."
"Our Plaza Hotel managed to get one of these exclusive bottles, and we hope you enjoy it," Josh finished, setting the bottle aside.
Alina's eyes lit up with excitement at the thought of trying the wine, and Ricky couldn't help but enjoy the expression on her face.
"And your food will arrive shortly. Enjoy," Josh said, bowing slightly as he stepped back to the side. Alina stared at the deep red liquid in her glass, anticipation lighting her eyes.
"Wow~" Alina gasped, swirling the wine in her glass, stars lighting up her eyes.
'Chuck, make a note to get some of this Barolo Riserva that the Plaza managed to get.' Ricky commanded, showing how he usually relied on Chuck for things like this, as he took a sip of the wine himself.
"Woah." Ricky exclaimed, pulling back with an actual look of shock as Alina brought the glass to her lips to try it herself.
Then, to the widening of Ricky's smile, Alina began a little dance as she sipped the wine, closing her eyes in delight.
Completely enthralled by its sophisticated taste, she had gradually become a bit of a wine aficionado ever since Vito's grandma had introduced her to the world of wine tasting.
While Alina was absorbed in the experience, Ricky pulled out a dropper filled with a deep red liquid, the Velvet Tongue Drops.
He didn't want to use too much at once, so he held out his tongue and carefully let a single drop fall onto it.
The red liquid splashed across his tongue before sinking into his taste buds, and he smacked his lips with satisfaction since he wanted to see how it made his words sound rather than using it for kissing.
'Is that Cherry?' Ricky thought, returning the drops to his inventory as Alina set her wine glass down.
"All right, that's enough," Alina said, delicately parting with the glass after marveling at that single, perfect sip.
"That's it?" Ricky asked, a little shocked, but Alina just rubbed her stomach.
"Raven says it isn't good for the baby to have more than a sip," Alina replied, though she really wanted just a little more.
"She did?" Ricky asked, raising an eyebrow as he hadn't heard of them ever getting together, but she simply nodded.
"And she put me onto this cleanse, and she helped me pick a better lotion for my pours, and-"
Then, all of a sudden, Alina launched into a full-on rave about Raven, gushing over everything the older woman had introduced her to.
She waved her hands excitedly, eyes sparkling, as she unabashedly listed off every detail to Ricky.
How Raven had taught her to pair foods and wines, the subtle ways to appreciate a perfect vintage, the tiny tricks for savoring flavors, and even the little luxuries that made everyday life feel special.
"When did all of this happen?" Ricky asked, frowning slightly since he knew Raven better than anyone, and she never did anything without a purpose.
"At our weekly tea times, of course!" Alina exclaimed excitedly, not thinking much of it though Ricky couldn't help but wonder one thing.
"Is it fun?" Ricky asked, watching Alina press a hand to her cheek.
"It's so much fun! Every Sunday, Raven invites me and her friends to the most marvelous tea party~" Alina sighed, closing her eyes as if she were dreaming.
"She even rents out the entire ballroom at the Ritz-Carlton, and we talk for hours!" she added, opening her eyes to find Ricky smiling at her.
"I'm just so devastated that I won't be able to make her dinner tomorrow, since I promised Sophie I would take her and all her friends to the pier." Alina sighed, saddened at having to decline Raven's invitation at the plans she had made with Sophie.
"And Sophie just adores her too~" Alina added, her eyes drifting over to the glass as she let out another soft sigh.
"Well, if you're not having any more wine, then I won't either," Ricky said, a little hesitant as he pushed the glass away, but he did it out of love.
"Oh Ricky, you don't have-"
"No, but I want to, so, what do you usually drink?"
Meanwhile in the kitchen,
"No, do it again! Add some lemon, and for the love of god, stop adding so much f*cking salt!" Enzo scowled at his sous chef, then turned toward the others as the entire kitchen, just recently cleaned, rattled with the clatter of pots and pans.
Bam
"Mr. Luciano just asked for coconut juice! Do we even have that?" Josh panicked, clutching his head as if it were a Michelin star review hanging in the balance.
Snap
"No, but I know a guy!" Enzo snapped his fingers, a sudden realization striking him like a bolt of lightning as he dashed toward the exit.
"Manny, you're in charge!" Enzo yelled, rushing out of the kitchen and into the back alley under the cover of night.
Josh slowly regained his composure, stepping out of the kitchen with a delicate smile.
"Enzo's taking care of making it happen," Josh quickly informed Ricky, then returned to the kitchen, his face pale as he silently prayed that Enzo could actually pull it off.
5 minutes later,
"How is it?" Ricky asked with a smile, watching Alina do her little dance again as she set the juice down.
"Amazing! I didn't even know this hotel had fresh coconuts!" Alina exclaimed excitedly, holding the ice-cold glass as if it were the most precious thing in the world.
"Aye, it's Alfio's nephew we're talking about here, the whole family knows a guy if it's food-related," Ricky laughed, thinking of all the bizarre things Alfio had managed to get his hands on whenever Ricky asked.
However, at the subtle nod of appreciation from Enzo, the kitchen doors swung open, revealing the neat and orderly line of staff, with Josh leading the way.
"To our honored guests on this wonderful evening, I present Aragosta alla Siciliana." Josh announced as he arrived at the table, gesturing toward the two covered dishes before them.
Placed before Ricky and Alina, the waiters slowly unveiled the beautifully arranged dishes.
"Enjoy," Josh said with a smile, bowing alongside the rest of the staff, as Alina's eyes sparkled at the exquisite plates set before her.
The dish arrived on a pristine white porcelain plate, the centerpiece a whole lobster with its shell a deep ruby-red that gleamed under the dining room lights.
It was just beautiful.
The claws slightly cracked open, revealing such a tender, succulent meat that just glistened with a light brush of olive oil and butter.
Nestled around the lobster were plump, jewel-toned olives, capers, and cherry tomatoes, their colors as vivid as the deep red of the shell.
But what truly made the dish a work of art were the slivers of golden garlic and sprigs of fresh parsley, scattered with care, releasing a subtle, fragrant aroma that mingled with the faint zest of Sicilian lemon.
And if that weren't enough, a delicate pool of herb sauce surrounded the lobster, catching the light in just the right way to give it this translucent, glossy sheen.
The presentation was symmetrical yet completely organic, evoking both the sea it came from and the sun-soaked orchards of Sicily.
This was perfection at its core, and now Alfio's constant ramblings were finally laid out clearly before Ricky's eyes.
"It's like art~" Alina exclaimed, reaching for a fork but pausing to set it back down, not wanting to disturb the beautiful display.
"It really is~" Ricky agreed, though his eyes weren't even on the food.
Alina nodded, her head bent slightly, eyes glued to the food, completely absorbed in every detail.
Ricky, meanwhile, watched her with a fond smile tugging at his lips, completely captivated at the woman before him.
For the next hour, Alina dined to her heart's content, raving about Enzo's creations as she savored each bite.
From the perfectly cooked lobster down to the delicate cannoli, she couldn't help but do her little dance of delight, reacting to every flavor bursting in her mouth.
All the while, Ricky ate alongside her, though his eyes were never on the food.
They were on Alina.
Watching her delight, her joy, her expressions of pure satisfaction.
Seeing her like this, smiling so freely, filled him in a way that no luxury or indulgence ever could.
He always felt that he hadn't given her enough, and yet here he was, delivering a happiness that radiated from her in waves.
Finally, the impromptu feast came to an end.
Alina leaned back in her chair, her eyes half-closed, a soft, utterly satisfied smile on her face.
Ricky couldn't help but let his gaze linger, grateful for the rare and perfect moment they were sharing.
"Ah~" Alina giggled, looking down at her stomach and wondering if their baby was enjoying it too.
"Well, now I'm definitely ready for my desert~" Ricky said, his gaze having been locked onto Alina as if
"Dessert? But we-" Alina began, puzzled since they had just finished their cannoli, until her gaze landed on Ricky's sleazy smile.
Immediately, her words caught in her throat as a blush spread across her cheeks, some stray strands of hair curling around her ear.
"Ricky~" Alina murmured, turning away as Ricky laughed at her adorable expression as he reached into his suit and placed a wad of money on the table.
"M'Lady~" Ricky teased, bowing slightly and extending his hand toward the blushing Alina.
She hesitated for a moment, then slowly placed her hand in his, letting him gently lift her to her feet.
"Our room awaits," Ricky murmured, holding her hand as his other slowly wrapped around her waist, sliding down until it cupped her plump ass with a possessive touch.
"N-Not here-"
"C'mon, no one would dare to look, even if I took you right here," Ricky whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
Alina's face turned a deep shade of red, like a ripe tomato, as they slowly made their way out of the dining room.
Enzo slowly peeked out from the kitchen, his eyes fixed on the back of Ricky's head as if waiting for him to turn around.
Ricky shot him a toothy smile and subtly nodded toward the table, where a stack of money had been placed.
Enzo turned back, watching Ricky give a quiet nod of appreciation.
Immediately, the chef bowed slightly, understanding the gesture as Ricky's way of acknowledging the exceptional meal.
As they exited, Ricky and Alina walked side by side, arms around each other, making their way toward the elevator.
It opened slowly, waiting to carry them up, leaving the bustling lobby behind.
Ding
However, before they could step inside, Tom's figure appeared, and he immediately flinched backward, his back hitting the wall with a soft thud.
"M-Mr-"
"Relax and stop with the f*cking cowering, you ain't a mouse so act like a man." Ricky said, stepping aside to give the guy a clear path as he practically threw himself out of the elevator.
"Ricky~" Alina murmured, patting his chest with her free hand, feeling for the poor boy who had already been teased enough.
"Okay, I got it," Ricky winked at her before turning back to Tom, who quickly composed himself and sat up straighter.
"Aye, do me a favor and I'll let you off the hook," Ricky said, ushering Alina into the elevator as Tom nodded in agreement.
"A-Anything, I'll do anything."
"Go spread the word to the other leprechauns in your community and tell'em Ricky Luciano wants a sit-down to squash this once and for all," Ricky said, watching Tom's eyes widen as the elevator doors slowly closed.
"Wait, I don't-"
"You'll figure it out," Ricky laughed, watching Tom visibly shrink under the weight of the task.
DING
After that, the elevator doors slowly closed, leaving Tom, a simple receptionist, responsible for gathering the most prominent figures in his community.
Slap
However, before he could even process it all, Josh appeared from the side and slapped him across the face.
"You idiot!" Josh finally reprimanded, watching Tom rub his reddened cheek as his close friend and manager wagged a finger at him.
"I told you, I f*cking told you to stop running your mouth about Ricky Luciano!" Josh yelled in a whisper, pulling hsi longtime friend aside and looing around.
"But no~" Josh mocked, imitating a scared voice that was clearly Tom's.
"You just couldn't help yourself." Josh hissed, squeezing his arm as the man ducked his head in shame.
"Do you even f*cking understand just who he is?" Josh asked, his tone sharp but tinged with amusement, watching Tom clutch his head in frustration.
"I know-"
SLAP
"YOU OBVIOUSLY DON'T!" Josh screamed, as Enzo peeked his head out from the side.
"Aye, Josh, stop hitting that idiot and come back so the rest of us can divide the tip." Enzo said, frowning at Tom, assuming Josh was just venting his frustration on the poor kid.
"In a minute, Enzo! I'll be right there!" Josh called out, forcing a smile as Enzo dipped back into the room, and almost immediately, he turned his attention back to Tom.
"Whatever he told you to do before I walked over, do it," Josh whispered, glancing around to make sure no one else was listening.
"But-"
"Tom, I've known you since we were kids," Josh quickly interrupted, guiding Tom over to a secluded corner of the hotel lobby and locking eyes with him.
"And I don't want to see you hanging off a bridge." Josh said, watching Tom's eyes well up with the urge to cry.
"I'm giving you the week off, paid, to figure this out, because you can't come back here still hating Mr. Luciano," Josh said, shaking his head since hating the most powerful man in the city they worked in was practically a death sentence.
"And don't tell anyone here what happened, not even Enzo." Josh warned, knowing that if Enzo found out, this whole situation could end up getting Tom actually killed just like Ricky said.
"Got it?"
"Yeah, thank you."
"Don't thank me, just get your sh*t together," Josh scoffed, turning his back and striding back into the dining room.
Meanwhile In the Penthouse Suite,
BAM
The penthouse door slammed open, and Ricky's hands immediately buried themselves in Alina's heavy, jiggling ass, fingers sinking deep into the plush, irresistible flesh as if trying to mold it to his grip.
Their mouths collided, tongues tangling and tasting each other with a hunger that had been building since the elevator.
Even if he wanted to pull back or catch a breath, Alina's hands curled into his hair, dragging him closer, swallowing his flavor with an intensity that actually caught him off guard.
Those velvet tongue drops, though limited-use items, lived up to their reputation as making his kiss almost irresistible.
Having placed a quick drop on his tongue earlier, combined with his Addicting Saliva and Craving Kiss, Alina was literally unable to pull away.
Her tongue spiraled against Ricky's, moving with a frantic, uncontrollable hunger that actually left him struggling to keep up.
It had long been known that she was hopelessly addicted to him, addicted to his cock, addicted to the way he devoured her, down to her body and soul.
She wasn't his favorite cum dumpster for nothing; behind that soft, angelic smile lurked a gnawing, hollow ache that could only be filled by his milky cum.
Even right now, she was trembling, actually desperate, with every nerve screaming for just a small fix of him.
So much so that during dinner, she had barely been able to keep herself in check, pressing her thighs together, biting her lip, craving him so fiercely it was painful.
Her heart pounded in her chest, the earlier embarrassment melting away, nothing more than lust cloaked in a heavy need.
Tracing her hand down to his crotch, she started to fumble with his belt as Ricky strode over to the bed.
Thwack
Before Ricky had even reached the bed, Alina yanked off his belt and threw it against the wall, tugging down his pants and immediately reaching for his cock.
"Alina-" Ricky started, laughing, but the moment he broke the kiss, she lunged back, swallowing his mouth with the desperate hunger of someone starved for him.
'F*ck it.' Ricky thought, shrugging as he felt Alina pull out his cock and already guide it under her dress.
When she slammed her hips down, Ricky realized she wasn't wearing anything beneath, her warm, wet folds practically swallowing him in a single gulp
As if they had been made for him alone.
BAM
The bedframe collided with the wall as they crashed onto the mattress, Ricky using the momentum to drive every inch of himself inside her with the force of the fall.
Alina's eyes rolled back as he filled her completely, that single thrust stretching her to the edge and filling that emptiness she carried with her when she wasn't being treated as his personal pocket pussy.
"O-Oh~"
Only then did her lips finally break away from Ricky, her eyes twitching upward as her movements dulled into those of a sex doll, completely at Ricky's personal use.
It was as if she shed the motherly part of herself under his cock, reduced to nothing but a vessel for him to f*ck, to fill, and to use however he wanted.
Ricky gritted his teeth with a smile, his cock twitching as she squeezed down on him tightly, hands drifting up to grab the bedframe behind her.
"Ricky, I need it~" Alina whimpered, raising her eyes to Ricky who was about to break this bedframe after that sentence.
"I know, baby, hold on~" Ricky said, struggling to control himself as his hand reached for the last thing he wanted to use tonight, the Cherry Silk Blindfold, and he quickly pulled it out from his system.
Alina didn't even question it as she simply stuck out her face to receive it, closing her eyes as the blindfold was tied snugly around her head.
Then, the effects slammed into her mind.
AHHHHHH~" Alina's tongue sprawled out, her back arching violently as her skin sensitively doubled.
In just a millisecond, the skin surrounding her vulva, labia, clitoris, inner thighs, perineum, nipples, areola, neck, and even the soft flesh of her ass ignited with an electrifying pulse.
His cock, already buried deep and squeezed tightly within her walls, throbbed violently as the doubled pleasure overwhelmed her.
It was instantaneous, her pussy shuddering as it sprayed her loving nectar across his abdomen and staining his collared shirt.
'Woah,' Ricky thought, slightly taken aback at the effects as Alina writhed beneath him.
"Mhhhhhhhh~" Alina's teeth clenched, humming through the aftershocks of her orgasm as her body twitched and spasmed.
"Ha~" Alina's ragged breath hitched, already desperate for more, as she leaned forward and wrapped her hands around her chest.
SNIFF
Any embarrassment was completely gone as she needed to huff more of Ricky's scent.
"AH~" Alina moaned, pressing her head against his chest as his Wild Scent and Heatwave Cologne, wrapped up with his Aura of Comfort, washed over her, dissolving every shred of shame and leaving her completely lost in need.
So much so that her hands began to pry at his collared shirt, and the moment her fingers grazed his skin, her lips pressed against his chest, kissing and sucking.
Ricky didn't even pause to think about skills, items, or anything else as he threw his coat aside and ripped off his shirt, letting instinct take over.
"Take if off-"
RIP
Alina couldn't even finish her words as Ricky began ripping off not only her clothes but his own as well.
She pressed her lips to his chest, wrapping his hands around her back until her thick, voluptuous body was fully revealed to him once again.
Thwack
The bedframe crashed against the wall, and Ricky grunted, giving in to the urge he'd been holding back.
He drove himself back into her, filling her motherly warmth with a force that left only a hint of restraint
"AH~" Alina moaned, personifying what it truly meant to be a MILF as her back hit the bed with a soft thud.
Ricky lifted his hips again, his cock forcefully yanked free from her dripping folds, only to feel her nectar cling to every ridge and curve as he slammed back into her.
Gleaming and visibly dripping under her glistening liquids, he pivoted his momentum to drive it all back into her warm embrace.
THWACK
"AHHHHHHHHHH~" Alina cried, holding the bedframe behind her as if to anchor herself while Ricky played with her thick legs.
TWACK
"Ha-AHHHHHHH~"
It was as if he were appreciating a body designed to be utterly ravished by him.
Staring at her legs, his kisses littered her smoothly shaven calves before slowly making their way up toward her thighs.
Her flesh spilling through his fingers as he squeezed, Ricky clenched his teeth at the sight alone, guiding his hands slowly down into her crotch.
TWACK
"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
Slamming his hips down again, he watched her folds visibly squirt from how far they'd been stretched, forcefully pried until they pressed against her wet thighs as he slowly drank in the sight.
TWACK
"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
Then his eyes just marveled at her bulging stomach, his eyes reflecting the single thing that made her entire body his.
TWACK
The body that was literally changing to grow his child, morphing her belly into such a state that made his cock throbbed inside her squeezing folds, getting off on the mere sight alone.
TWACK
But that wasn't even all that Alina's slutty body had to offer as his eyes trailed up.
Her massive J-cup breasts bounced violently with each thrust, her dark nipples swaying with every jerk of his hips as his hands instinctively nestled there, as if they were her handlebars.
'Amplifying touch'
"A-A-A-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~" Alina bellowed, gasping as her folds sprayed again, orgasming like a sprinkler without a shred of shame.
Short bursts spurted from her pussy as Ricky's hands sank into her tits, fingers pressing between her swollen nipples which slowly started to follow the rhythm of her dripping cunt.
Immediately, milk squirted from her breasts, and Ricky couldn't help himself as he latched onto one, greedily devouring it as her body writhed beneath him, completely his.
"Ish for baby, Ricky-AHHHHHHHHHHHHH~" Alina tried to say, but her head jerked back as Ricky's cock silenced her, stealing not just her words, but the taste of her milk as well.
TWACK
"YESHHHHHHHHHHH~"
TWACK
"AHHHHHHHHHHH~
TWACK
"HARDERRRRRRR~"
Every ounce of anger he'd carried all day, every lingering frustration, every little thought that had plagued his mind, melted away as he plunged his cock into his living, breathing sex doll.
TWACK
Her folds gaped and squirted around him with every thrust, coating his cock in her slick, dripping heat.
Nectar ran down his plummeting shaft, soaking his abdomen and the mattress, while every twitching wall of her cunt pulsed and clenched as if it had a mind of its own.
Ricky, feeling the rhythm, grabbed her plump thighs, prying them wider on the bed as he sank deeper, every inch of him devouring her motherly warmth.
She didn't pull away and instead, she arched into him, pressing her ass back against his pelvis as if begging him to ruin her body just a little more.
TWACK
They were like animals.
Her J-cup tits bounced violently with each slam, dark nipples leaking milk that ran down her body, mingling with her nectar and the sheen of sweat forming on her skin.
It was as if Alina secreted every fluid she could at Ricky's command.
She moaned incessantly, folds squirting, milk spraying, every part of her writhing, every nerve firing as he drove into her again and again, their bodies colliding with this raw, almost violent urgency.
"F*ck~" Ricky grunted, feeling his balls tighten and writhe, veins on his neck bulging as he coiled himself, ready to explode.
THWAP
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
He drove that last thrust into her, slipping perfectly back into place, every slick groove and tight bump of her mushy walls coiling around him like a hungry snake.
Her flesh clenched and pulsed violently, wrapping him up, and his already throbbing cock couldn't hold back.
It was as if she squeezed those thick ropes of cum from the base of his cock, the volcanic liquid pouring into her pussy, while her slathered folds, which had been lubricated by her nectar, were completely painted white.
Yet her walls never relented, coiling around him with a ferocity that bordered on violence, wringing every drop from his thick, veiny cock as if her body were a force of nature made solely to take his cum.
Each pulse, each tightening grip of her pussy dragged him deeper into ecstasy, his cum spilling into her again and again, flooding her with the endless warmth she had always known, always remembered, always craved.
No matter how much he came inside Alina, she never seemed full.
Over the course of being Ricky's personal cum dumpster, she had developed an endless hunger that craved not only his cock, but the cum slowly filling her being.
No matter how much he poured, how drenched she became in that milky white residue, it was never enough.
Her insides shivered and clenched, craving more, demanding more, greedier than any drug, more enslaving than any sensation.
Then her body did something even Ricky could have never expected.
Suddenly, her thighs began to draw inward, her walls tightening and almost gulping, her body reshaping itself to pull him deeper, to force him to release again and again.
It was as if Alina had evolved from a cum dumpster into a living milking station, her cunt swallowing him like a bottomless vessel.
Her pleasure was insatiable, her body reshaping itself to exist solely to be filled and drained in an unending cycle of fevered, messy ecstasy.
HUFF
'W-What the f*ck~' Ricky stuttered, his head dipping into Alina's welcoming bosom as she wrapped her limbs around him, cooing and urging him deeper, drawing him further into her insatiable hunger.
This sensation was something he had never felt before.
It was maddening, addictive, stealing his reason, and even as his body shook with exhaustion, she clung to him, her walls contracting around his cock like a vice.
It was as if her cunt whispered without words, coaxing him to pour himself into her even more.
HUFF
Ricky heaved, drained of every last drop, as her cunt greedily gulped down every ounce, swallowing him like a bottomless vessel he had turned her into.
"Ah~" Alina let out a satisfied sigh, collapsing back onto the bed with a complete, almost predatory smile, while Ricky hovered above her, frozen.
It was one of those moments where Ricky had no idea what had just happened, but he didn't want to dwell on it.
Almost afraid it might not happen again if he did.
HUFF
HUFF
HUFF
Ricky sat over Alina, staring down at her motherly form as she lay sprawled on the bed, both hands gently rubbing her swollen belly.
"Turn around, baby, lemme see that pretty ass of yours~" Ricky huffed, already done with stopping after just one or two rounds.
Since after what just happened, he planned to use Alina all night.
"O-O-Oh~"
However, Alina was too entranced by the endless swirl of warmth in her stomach, her mouth leaking drool from the pleasure consuming her mind.
But even as she wanted to move, Ricky didn't give her the chance as he flipped her over, her pussy still clamped down on his twitching cock.
Biting his lip, Ricky's hands immediately wrapped around her waist, lifting and guiding her until her ass stuck up, her back arched perfectly.
He molded that arch like clay, bringing those perfect peaches into view, though his eyes barely lingered there.
Instead, they were locked on that puckering ring, twitching and contracting, still tight from before she'd ever met him.
CLAP
"AH-" Alina moaned, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as the pleasure overwhelmed her, forcing her hands to instinctively clutch the sheets beneath.
"GHgsdagsgaew~" Alina sank her teeth into the fabric, her back arching violently, pressing her ass into him as he drove every inch deep, forcing it all back into her quivering body.
Two fingers plunged into her puckered ass, dragging a gasp from her lips as she tried to lift her head, but Ricky's hand slammed down on her, forcing her flat against the bed.
CLAP
"Argh!" Ricky grunted, hips driving mercilessly, shoving her into the mattress with each brutal thrust.
His fingers dug into her ass, lining up her walls as if searching for something, while his cock relentlessly pounded her, taking exactly what he wanted.
All while Alina moaned and sobbed, her pleas reduced to whimpers as pleasure became the only language her tongue could speak.
'Where is it?' Ricky's thoughts pounded as hard as his thrusts, ragged breaths huffing from his chest while his fingers ruthlessly explored her ass, focused solely on finding that one spot.
BAM
CLAP
With the next brutal slam, her ass clenched around him, echoing with the force of his cock and fingers.
Then, without warning, his fingers jerked upward, pressing hard against her G-spot and finally finding the exact spot he was looking for.
MUFFLED SCREAMS
A scream of pure, unadulterated pleasure tore from her, bouncing off the mattress as her back arched violently.
Her ass clenched and pulsed around his fingers and cock simultaneously, spasming as if trying to squeeze him dry, wringing every ounce of him from inside her.
"There we go~"
CLAP
Ricky, finding what he was looking for, pressed his entire body against her as she laid flat on the bed, taking his poundings as Alina's legs sprung upwards behind them, while he barreled his hips into her being.
Even with every thrust, her folds squirting and her legs kicking upwards, Ricky was still holding back.
He was still a little scared of harming the baby growing inside Alina, and that's why he wanted to get her ass ready.
If that ass was barely gaped before, then after tonight it would be pushed to its limits and Ricky was readying her to replace that long night with this one.
CLAP
CLAP
CLAP
Her slick, juicy ass smacked against itself in a frantic rhythm, rotating in a spiraling circle, left cheek counterclockwise, right cheek clockwise.
Before colliding together as Ricky's hips plummeted into her waist.
Each slam drove her deeper into the mattress, the impact reverberating through her entire body.
The sound of flesh on flesh filled the room, punctuated by her ragged moans and sharp gasps, muffled against the sheets.
Her face, pressed hard into the mattress, was becoming drenched with saliva as her tongue dragged desperately across the fabric.
Pleasure hit her in waves so intense that breathing became a struggle, her moans choking before they could even reach the air she clawed for as her tongue seemed to suckle at the sheets for any sliver of oxygen.
All while her body was drying out, juices spilled from her folds with every merciless thrust.
Her body seemed mashed beneath him, wrung out by the relentless pounding, forced to release anything it could.
"C'mon, c'mon~," Ricky huffed, desperation threading his voice as his eyes zeroed in on her puckered ass twitching around his two fingers.
He barely bothered to savor the moment, his focus entirely on driving himself over the edge, hips snapping harder, fingers gripping deeper into her, using her body solely to push himself toward release.
Gritting his teeth, he felt a faint twitch deep in his balls, cum churning unbearably in real time as his eyes threatened to go bloodshot.
Every second of restraint only tightened the coil of her pussy, as if she instinctively knew he was holding back.
The longer he resisted, the more desperate his body became as his muscles strained, his chest heaved, and all as he pushed down on Alina's head.
For a moment, he forgot to give her any space to breathe, her face slowly drowning in her own drool.
Even as her body threatened to collapse, her eyes rolled back into her skull, as if trying to watch the pleasure explode through her brain as it did her body.
Then, right when he felt himself teetering on the edge, Ricky wound up his hips, but instead of letting his tip rest at her folds.
Ricky actually pulled out and slammed both hands down on the bedframe, gripping it like he was going to crush it.
CLAP
Then he drove himself mercilessly into her ass, cock erupting with a violent heat that matched the brutality of his thrusts.
The tightness struck him first, hitting harder than her pussy had, walls clamping down around him, as if trying to swallow his cock whole.
He felt every inch of her ass squeeze, drag, and coil around his cock with a force that stole his breath.
GASP
However there were no moans, no screams, just this violent, ragged gasp that tore through the room.
Although Ricky felt like he had to gasp, this was entirely Alina.
Her back arched hard, head slamming back against his body that pushed forward, resting her head on his shoulder as he gripped the bedframe tightly.
CRUNCH
As if the crushing of the bedframe had been a signal, his cock erupted with a torrent of heat that blasted straight into her brain, melting it into mush.
Her body shook violently, her empty folds quivering as he filled every inch of her ass, forcing himself deeper even as he unloaded.
Hot cum sprayed against her insides, while the load he'd already pumped into her pussy finally started to gush along her squirting walls.
Her G-spot was stretched and teased to the edge of abuse, writhing under the pressure, while her folds erupted, squirting a hot, slick spray of nectar that ran down and drowned the lower ends of the bed beneath them.
"Holy sh*t~" Ricky laughed, pressing his forehead into her shoulder as he drove his hips as deep as possible into Alina's ass.
Her limp body dragged against the bed, pressed back against the bedframe in front of him, pinned entirely by his weight and force.
Her massive tits were the only cushion stopping her from smashing into the wall, rolling her eyes as she felt the incredible fullness of being momentarily double-stuffed.
Heat coiled in her pussy and ass, wrapping her in a dizzying haze of pleasure, dragging her toward a state of pure, blissful nirvana.
SPURT
Then her locked, pressure-filled pussy erupted, gushing out from her folds, and pooling atop the sticky mess of nectar she had already drowned the bed in.
The sound of her release mingled with the sharp gasps she inhaled, her body trembling, ass clenching and spasming around him.
But even in this state, her ass clenched around him, milking the gooey heat that grotesquely stuffed her, turning her into the used-up milking machine she had become.
"A-Ah~"
Every squeeze wrung him harder, draining the last drops of cum from his throbbing cock as Alina let out a whimpering moan, as if to christen the exchange.
Then, and only then, did her body finally collapse against the bedframe.
"Arlight, let's go f*ck on the terrace."
10 minutes laters,
CLAP
CLAP
CLAP
Within the moonlit night, silver rays bathed the two rabbits in a glow that revealed Ricky mercilessly pulverizing her ass.
He wrenched her arms back, using her limp body as leverage to slam himself deeper, every thrust unrestrained now that he'd abandoned all restraint.
Ricky didn't just want to break Alina, he wanted to reduce her to nothing but a doll for his use, and she offered no protest, only her body surrendering to his brutality.
"Haha-"
CLAP
"Ahaha-"
"Haha~"
At some point, Alina's moans twisted into laughter as her mind was scrambled and shredded, ruined like her ass.
The blindfold had ultimately erased all thought besides receiving his cum and making her ass a perfect vessel for load after load.
Her coherence, her will, melted away, leaving only a body programmed to take him endlessly.
Spash
"Ha-"
CLAP
"Ah-"
Spash
"Ha!" Alina laughed, body shuddering as small bursts of nectar continuously spurted onto the floor beneath them.
Her tits flapped wildly in the night, bouncing like the frantic birds scattering at the noise.
"Right-" Ricky huffed, eyes glued to her ass, gaping wide around the length of his cock as he revved his hips.
"There~" Ricky grunted, letting out a satisfied sigh as he slammed himself all the way in.
Her body absorbed the impact like the machine she was, her ass instinctively clenching and milking him, walls tightening as if she had no choice but to obey.
Ricky felt her ass clamp down on his cock, as though her body had been molded to strangle him tighter every time his length twitched violently inside her.
"AHHAHAHA!" Alina laughed, saliva spilling down her chin and dripping into the valley of her sweaty cleavage, streaking in messy lines across her already glistening body.
Gazing up at the moonlight with a calm smile, Ricky unleashed his third filthy load into her ass, hot ropes of cum flooding deep and splattering against her already painted-white walls.
Her folds squirted nectar down her thighs, hips jerking violently, knees shaking uncontrollably, and the only thing keeping her from collapsing was Ricky holding her up.
Her body sagged towards the floor, limp and trembling, but like a puppet on strings, she couldn't collapse.
His hands gripped her arms and kept her upright, dangling her around like it was some sort of sex show for his personal enjoyment.
SIGH
"Man, it really is a beautiful night~," Ricky said with a refreshed smile, not even looking at Alina as her head hung low, black hair falling over her face that hid her lustful smile.
"Alright, let's go f*ck on a table or something."
Then, for the next three grueling hours, Ricky completely gaped her ass with his cock, dragging her through the penthouse like she was made for nothing else.
He slammed her against walls, bent her over the couch, spread her on the dining table, and used her on the counters, the wet slap of her dripping folds echoing off every surface.
Her juices mixed with sweat, cum, and nectar, slicking the marble floors and plush carpets as he f*cked her wherever he could find space.
He shoved her into the closet, knees buckling, forcing her onto the shelves as he slammed into her from behind, folds gaping and leaking over every inch of his cock.
Clothes, shoes, and cushions became soaked with her dripping, messy desperation, and he didn't even stop there.
The bedroom, kitchen, living room; she was his living, squirming, cum-soaked set piece, dripping and writhing under his relentless assault, a walking, pulsing porn scene he owned completely.
However, even when it was around 3 A.M. and Ricky was finally satisfied, they eventually found themselves in the shower.
SLURP
And, as if to crown this f*cking, Alina was slurping every inch of his cock as if it were her real dessert.
"This is it, I won~" Ricky thought, holding his face with one hand, the hot water splashing down on him while his other rested on the bobbing of her head.
They had tried taking a bath, but Alina's ass wouldn't stop leaking with his cum, so he settled for a shower.
Yet there was a strange kind of peace in getting a blowjob while the hot water poured over him.
Even Alina wasn't coherent at this point, having taken off the blindfold minutes ago but still greedily sucking his cock.
Slurping and licking with her mouth while rubbing and squeezing with her tits, she swirled her tongue relentlessly around the tip as her wet breasts curled and pressed against his base, pulling and teasing him with every slick motion.
Then her eyes dropped, and with them, her tongue slowly sank, replaced by her hands as she lowered her head to his balls, sucking and licking with the same greedy intensity she had given his cock.
It wasn't even a blowjob at this point, it was pure worship.
Praying with her tongue, her salvation glistening with her saliva that slobbered all over his balls, gulping it, swirling it, all across her mouth as her eyes rolled back at the salty taste of them.
It was as if she were thanking the part of Ricky that gave her that sweet flavor all while savoring it with every flick and swirl of her tongue.
She licked and sucked, her tongue tracing every ridge, every slick curve of his balls, drool and her own saliva mingling with the residue of his cum.
Her hands kneaded his cock, cupping and pulling, while her mouth pressed his ball into her mouth as she worshiped him relentlessly.
Suddenly, a faint twitch reverberated across her tongue, and her eyes instinctively rolled back, knowing exactly what it meant.
As if it were a lollipop, Alina dragged her tongue from his balls up the length of his furiously twitching cock, slow and deliberate, savoring every inch.
Finally, with impeccable timing, as if she knew his cock like the back of her hand, the second her lips closed around his tip, Ricky slammed her head down onto it.
Feeling the gushy grip of her gums wrap around him, his cock sank all the way down her throat.
Then she swallowed.
GULP
GULP
Instead of gagging, Alina consciously tried to swallow him, as if her pussy, her ass, and her mouth were all variants of the same thing, molded to extract his cum, deformed entirely for his messy, greedy release.
"Jesus christ~" Ricky groaned, hitting his head on the back of the tile wall as Alina gulped all of him down.
GULP
GULP
GULP
As if his cock held a basin of precious oil, Alina dug deep and extracted every last drop, the thick, white liquid pouring down her throat and settling into her stomach.
The liquid pooled in her gullet, storing his cum like an oil barrel, filling her as her stomach slowly began to swell even bigger than it already was.
Pulling his cock out mid-pump, another thick rope of cum splattered onto her taste buds, her tongue swirling it around like mouthwash, soaking her mouth in the salty, sticky flavor.
Until finally, she stopped playing with her food.
GULP
With one final swallow, Alina devoured the very last drop of his release and slowly pulled back.
POP
Ricky's cock flopped out of her mouth, the full length slapping against her face as she instinctively rubbed her head against it.
Kissing it, praising it; this was all Alina's instincts boiled down to.
Ricky's cock, his IP skills, had changed her so thoroughly that at her core, she was now nothing without him.
However, while Ricky was being sucked dry, hours earlier, his harem had slowly begun to converge.
Along with his woman's interests.
3 hours earlier in Harlem,
"...."
Within Bumpy's prized car, a heavy silence lingered, thick enough to press against the glass.
Though both the driver's and passenger's seats were filled, neither man dared to speak as the hum of the engine was the only sound within Harlem's streets.
Bumpy stared straight ahead while Junior mirrored him, though not out of respect.
The younger man sat rigid, his eyes fixed on the road, yet his thoughts ran elsewhere.
Though he was assigned under Bumpy, Junior harbored no real respect for the man; a fact both ironic and awkward.
His bloodline still marked him as an outsider within the Luciano family, despite all that his father had done.
After all, he was Calabrian, not Sicilian.
Within the tightly knit Italian circles of New York, that difference marked him as a perpetual outsider.
And it was precisely why he had worked so hard to prove himself, just like his father had.
But for these two men, it was black and white.
Literally.
Racial and ethnic tensions were as inescapable as the grit beneath the cobblestones, and here, in the confined metal of Bumpy's car, they lingered between the two men like a third passenger.
However, as they drove down the familiar route, Bumpy gripped the steering wheel and abruptly made a right turn.
"What the hell are you doing, boy?" Junior frowned, turning to Bumpy, whose brow twitched nervously.
"I have to say goodbye-"
"Slick told us-"
"I know what Slick said, but as his left, I command you to shut the f*ck up," Bumpy said, exaggerating for effect, bluntly using his authority within the family to crush Junior's protests as the younger man scowled.
"When we get there, you can have the rest of your day off to cuss out any other black guy you see-"
"Not everyone cares that you're a f*cking negro," Junior scowled, rolling his eyes as he looked out the window as Bumpy just laughed.
"What? You think I'd spend my days in a dump like this? I'm only doing it because I respect Slick with every bone in my body-" Junior began, turning back to Bumpy, who simply rolled his eyes in response.
"Especially your knees-"
"THE F*CK YOU SAY!" Junior screamed, lunging forward and grabbing Bumpy's collar as the car slowly rolled to a stop.
"DO I LOOK LIKE SOME SORT OF FAG TO YOU, HUH!" Junior roared, pushing Bumpy against the door. Bumpy wanted to strike back, but he took a deep breath instead.
"I apologize," Bumpy said, his expression deadpan as he watched Junior grit his teeth and shove him off.
"Apology not accepted. Go f*ck yourself," Junior scoffed, pushing Bumpy and crossing his arms in the passenger seat.
"And another thing-"
"Shut the f*ck up!" Bumpy suddenly yelled, his eyes widening as he spotted someone approaching Madame's door who shouldn't have been there as they slowly parked the car.
"Why the hell is she here?"
Knock
Knock
Two light knocks echoed against the door of the illustrious Madame St. Clair, which slowly opened to reveal her maid.
"Madame is not accepting any-"
BAM
Before the door could close, a hand caught it, prying it open as the woman lifted her gaze, looking down at the maid with a grimoire floating behind her.
"Tell her that Agatha is here and I think she will change her mind."
Author's Note: I know this chap is late but I know I owed a chap after missing my uplaod schedule a couple days ago and finally got my sh*t togther so here both chaps into one. This is the chap I was talking bout btw from like five chaps ago.