Page 33 of Dark Mafia Heir

“Fuck me, Antonio,” she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. “Don’t go easy on me.”

I oblige, slamming into her with all my strength, our bodies slick with sweat and passion. I'm lost in the sensation of being inside her, feeling her tremble beneath me.

Her nails dig into my back, leaving small red marks that I know will fade within a day or two. Her grip is strong and assertive, and I can feel her heart pounding against my chest as we kiss, the intensity of our passion seeming to grow with each passing moment.

As I continue to thrust into her, her moans grow louder and more desperate. Her emerald eyes are locked onto mine, filled with a raw, primal desire that only fuels my own hunger.

I can feel the tension building within me, the pleasure coursing through my veins like wildfire. The thought of climaxing inside her makes my cock twitch even more, and I know that this is what I've been waiting for all this time.

A fiery need takes over me. I want to possess her completely, to feel every part of her body shaking and moaning under my touch. The thought of her wanting it as much as I do sends a wave of exhilaration through me.

I pick up the pace, feeling myself nearing my release. She whimpers, her eyes wide and wild, as if she's not sure she can take anymore, but instead of slowing down, I intensify the rhythm.

“Antonio!” she cries out, “I’m going to come again.”

Her words send a jolt of electricity through me, making me slam into her harder. My fingers are gripping her ass tight, but it’s still not enough. I need more contact, more friction. More of her.

“Come for me,” I whisper in her ear, my voice low and filled with lust. “I want you to come with my cock inside you, baby.”

Her walls clenches around my dick, her legs curling tighter around me. She screams out my name as she comes once again, her muscles clamping down on me fiercely.

The sound of her moan, along with the way her body shudders beneath me, drives me over the edge.

I groan when my orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, and I thrust harder and deeper into her than ever before.

Her muscles contract around me, milking me of every drop of cum I have inside me until I start to soften inside her.

As her orgasm subsides, she wraps her legs around me tighter, holding me close as our breaths began to slow down.

I kiss her forehead, and then her lips. I can’t get enough of this woman—my wife, and as much as I want to deny it, I know this is not just sex. I’m getting addicted to this woman; I feel possessive and protective over her as well, as if I could burn the world down just for her, which is strange because I’ve never felt anything like that before.

Not just because she is my prisoner, but because of a deeper emotion I don’t understand.

She lets out a breath. “That was better than I expected.”

“What did you expect?” I ask, curling her hair around my finger.

She shrugs and thinks for a moment. “I don’t know. Maybe I just didn’t think I would enjoy it as much as I did.” Her cheeks turn red with embarrassment. “I need to wash up.”

What a smart way to change the topic.

I pull out of her, and for the first time, I notice the trail of blood between her thighs and how my cock is covered in blood, her blood. I took her virginity tonight, and I’ve marked her as mine.

She can’t escape from me now. But regardless of all I have taken from this woman, I know there’s a part of her that will always hate me. There’s a part of her that will never be mine.

I’ll never have her heart.

An alarm goes off in my head, and memories of Dante’s lifeless body flash before my eyes. I don’t need her heart. All I need is to find Dante’s killer.

Rising to my feet, I throw a blanket over her. “Don’t move.”

She sits up, clutching the blanket to her chest and looking confused. “What is wrong?”

I smirk. “You’ll find out soon.”

Picking up my phone from the pocket of the pants I was wearing, I take three pictures of her. She throws her hand over her face to block it out, but it’s too late.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she barks.