Page 40 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings
The knowledge that I was the center of such intense alpha attention, that these powerful men were fixated on me, sent another wave of heat coursing through me. My body responded, inner muscles clenching around Mr. Enigma’s cock in a way that made him groan.
“So responsive,” he praised, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force. Without warning, he slammed into me at a new angle, hammering that spot inside me that made my vision fragment. “So fucking tight.”
The brutal new angle had me crying out, pleasure building rapidly despite the multiple orgasms Mr. Iceflare had already wrung from me. But my heat-drunk body didn’t care about impossibilities; it only knew need and satisfaction, and right now, Mr. Enigma was fucking me with a playful cruelty that bordered on art.
“Too much?” he asked, slowing his pace deliberately, the wet sounds of our bodies joining filling the room with obscene music. “Or not enough?”
“More,” I gasped, my body arching toward him, seeking the pleasure he was deliberately withholding. “Don’t you dare stop now.”
His laugh was dark chocolate and sin. “So demanding. I love it.” In one fluid motion, he pulled me from Mr. Iceflare’s embrace and flipped us over, positioning me on top of him without breaking our connection. The sudden shift sent him impossibly deeper, drawing a shocked cry from my lips. “Now ride me. Show our brothers what you can do.”
I braced my hands on his chest, thighs trembling as I lifted myself up before sinking back down on his length. The newposition let me control the depth and angle, but Mr. Enigma wasn’t content to be passive. His hands guided my hips, helping me establish a rhythm that had us both gasping.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his green eyes blazing with hunger as he watched me take my pleasure from him. “Fuck yourself on my cock. Show us how much you need it.”
The crude command should have offended me, but instead it spurred me to move faster, chasing the building pressure at my core. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, punctuated by my increasingly desperate moans.
Mr. Enigma sat up, his mouth finding my nipple and sucking hard. The sudden, sharp pleasure-pain had me crying out, my rhythm faltering as sensation overwhelmed me. His teeth grazed the sensitive peak before biting down just hard enough to send lightning bolts of pleasure straight to my core.
“Oh God,” I sobbed, my hands clutching his shoulders as he switched to my other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
Mr. Iceflare’s hand suddenly tangled in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat. “Remember who you belong to,” he said before his mouth claimed mine in a kiss that was pure possession.
I was caught between them, Mr. Enigma’s cock driving up into me while Mr. Iceflare devoured my mouth, my body a battlefield for their competing claims. The dual assault on my senses was overwhelming, pleasure building to heights that had me trembling on the edge of collapse. Suddenly, Mr. Enigma flipped us again, this time positioning me on hands and knees. The chain at his wrist rattled as he mounted me from behind, driving into me with renewed vigor.
The new angle sent him even deeper, hitting spots that made me scream. His chest pressed against my back as he fucked into me with relentless precision, one hand reaching around to stroke my neglected cock.
“Listen to how wet you are for me,” he murmured in my ear, the obscene squelching sounds of our joining punctuating his words. “Your body’s begging for my knot.”
“Yes,” I sobbed. “Please, I need it.”
“Look at him,” Mr. Enigma commanded Mr. Iceflare, his pace never faltering. “Look how beautifully he takes me. How desperately he needs it.”
Mr. Storm’s quiet voice came from nearby, strained with his own hunger. “His scent. Getting stronger.”
“He’s close,” Mr. Enigma agreed, his hand speeding up on my cock while his hips maintained their punishing rhythm. “Aren’t you, little mouse? Ready to come for us again?”
“Yes,” I gasped, my arms threatening to give out as pleasure built to unbearable heights.
“Come for us,” Mr. Enigma commanded, his voice velvet-wrapped steel as he pounded into me mercilessly. “Let them watch you break for me.”
The command, coupled with a vicious thrust that nailed exactly the right spot, shattered me completely. My back arched, a scream tearing from my throat as pleasure crashed through me in violent waves. My inner muscles convulsed around Mr. Enigma’s cock, my release spattering across the sheets below.
“Fucking perfect,” Mr. Enigma groaned, his hips slamming into me with punishing force as he chased his own release. “Taking my cock so beautifully.”
But he wasn’t done with me yet. Even as I gasped through the aftershocks, he flipped me onto my back, hooking my legs over his shoulders and diving back into me with renewed hunger.
“One more,” he demanded, his eyes wild with primal need. “Give me one more, little mouse.”
Mr. Iceflare’s hand found mine, gripping it with surprising gentleness as Mr. Enigma continued his relentless assault on mysenses. “Let go,” he murmured, his ice-blue eyes locked on mine. “We’ve got you.”
Something about his words, about the unexpected tenderness in his touch, broke the last of my resistance. The pleasure built again, impossibly, inexorably, until I was writhing beneath Mr. Enigma, begging incoherently for release.
“Now,” Mr. Enigma commanded, his knot beginning to catch on my rim with each thrust. “Come for me now.”
My second orgasm hit with even greater force than the first, my vision whiting out as my body convulsed around him. I wasn’t just coming; I was shattering, breaking apart and reforming into something new.
“Mine,” Mr. Enigma snarled, his knot swelling to full size and locking us together. His release flooded me in hot, violent pulses, each surge triggering another aftershock that had me crying out.
