Page 42 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings
“Don’t,” he growled, one hand coming up to grip my jaw. “I want to hear you.”
“What happened to saving your words?” I shot back, though the effect was somewhat undermined by the breathy quality of my voice. “Suddenly feeling talkative?”
Instead of answering, he crashed his mouth down on mine in a kiss that was nothing like the others. Where Mr. Iceflare had been all dominance and Mr. Enigma all seduction, Mr. Storm’s kiss was pure, undiluted hunger, teeth clashing, tongues battling, a primal claiming that left no room for gentleness or restraint.
When he finally pulled back, we were both gasping for breath, his stormy eyes now dark as a hurricane sky. “You taste like them,” he growled, and the possessive jealousy in his voice shouldn’t have sent another wave of heat through me, but apparently my body had decided to betray me in new and creative ways today.
“Sorry to disappoint,” I managed, clinging to my sass like a lifeline. “Should I have brushed my teeth between alpha courses? Maybe used some mouthwash?”
His eyes narrowed, and for a moment I thought I’d pushed too far. Then his lips curved in what might have been a smileon anyone else, but on him looked more like a predator baring its teeth. “You’re still fighting,” he said, his pace never faltering. “Good.”
The approval in his voice sent an unexpected thrill through me. Unlike Mr. Iceflare’s cold dominance or Mr. Enigma’s playful seduction, Mr. Storm seemed to appreciate my resistance, to welcome the challenge rather than trying to break it.
“I always fight,” I replied, meeting his gaze despite the pleasure threatening to overwhelm me. “It’s kind of my thing.”
“I know,” he said simply, and something in his tone made me wonder just how long he’d been watching me, studying me, learning my patterns and responses. The thought should have terrified me, but instead, it sent another wave of heat coursing through me.
His tempo increased, each movement deliberate and forceful. Every thrust struck exactly the right spot, sending currents of pleasure racing through my system until I was gasping, clinging to his shoulders for stability as overwhelming sensation threatened to dissolve me completely.
“Please,” I heard myself begging, the word torn from somewhere deep inside me.
His hands tightened on my thighs with bruising force. “Not until I allow it,” he growled.
“Sadist,” I accused, though the word ended on a moan as he hit that perfect spot again. “You’re enjoying this.”
“Yes,” he admitted, his eyes never leaving mine as he drove me higher, pushing me toward a peak that seemed both impossible and inevitable. “And so are you.”
He wasn’t wrong, damn him. Despite my exhaustion, despite having already been claimed by two alphas, my body was responding to him with eagerness, inner muscles squeezingaround his length in a way that made even his controlled expression falter momentarily.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he suddenly pulled away from the wall, still carrying me, still buried deep inside me. The chain swung wildly with the movement, clinking softly as he walked to his bed and lowered me onto the mattress. He flipped me onto my hands and knees in one swift motion.
“What the—” I started, but the words died in my throat as he drove back into me from behind, the new angle sending him deeper than before. The chain draped over my back, cool metal against my burning skin as he established a new rhythm that fractured my thoughts into incoherent fragments.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my arms threatening to give out as pleasure built to unbearable heights. “A little warning would be?—”
My complaint dissolved into a cry as he leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, his mouth finding my neck again. His teeth closed around my scent gland with just enough pressure to send jolts of pleasure racing through my system without breaking the skin.
“You prefer this position,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “Your scent just intensified.”
“Thanks for the biology lesson,” I managed, though the sarcasm was somewhat undermined by the way my body was pushing back against him, seeking more. “Any other obvious observations you’d like to share? Water is wet? The sky is blue?”
Instead of responding, he reached around, one hand wrapping around my cock while the other gripped my hip with bruising force. The dual sensation, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me while his hand worked my length, had me racing toward the edge with embarrassing speed.
“Release now,” he commanded, his voice rough with approaching climax.
I fractured completely, pleasure consuming me in violent waves that nearly made me collapse. Only his arm around my waist kept me upright as I convulsed against him, my release spattering across the sheets.
But he didn’t stop. Even as I gasped through the aftershocks, he was already building me toward another peak, his rhythm never faltering, his control never wavering. The oversensitivity bordered on pain, but somehow transformed into a deeper pleasure, pushing me toward sensations I hadn’t known existed.
He flipped me onto my back without breaking our connection, the chain rattling sharply with the movement. His hands pushed my knees toward my chest, opening me completely to his relentless assault.
The new position sent him impossibly deeper, his knot beginning to swell with each thrust. The pressure created an exquisite tension between pain and pleasure, my body yielding to him despite my protests.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. “I want to see your face when I claim you completely.”
I should have had a snarky comeback ready, some quip about his ego or his demands, but all I could do was meet his gaze as pleasure built to unbearable heights once more. There was something almost hypnotic about his stormy eyes, something that made it impossible to look away even as my body trembled on the edge of another release.
“You belong to us now,” he growled, the possessive declaration sending currents of electricity down my spine. “To all of us.”
