Page 66 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings
“Like this,” he instructed, patting his thighs with hands that could probably crush walnuts without trying. “I want to see your face when you fall apart.”
Wait, was he actually letting me ride him? This seemed suspiciously like giving me control, which ranked among the most unlikely events imaginable.
“Wow, letting the omega on top? How progressive of you,” I snarked, though the effect was somewhat ruined by my hoarse voice. “Next you’ll be telling me you respect my career aspirations and support my right to vote.”
One corner of his mouth quirked up in what might have been a smile on anyone else but on him looked predatory and dangerous. “Don’t mistake position for power, little mouse. Nowget over here before I decide this experiment in patience isn’t worth the effort.”
I maneuvered myself above him with my knees on either side of his hips with extreme reluctance. The vulnerability of the position hit me hard—he could see every expression that crossed my face, every reaction he dragged from my traitorous body. I felt completely exposed as I hovered above his massive cock.
“Take what you want,” he commanded, his voice rough. “Show me how much you need my cock.”
“Need is a strong word,” I said, though my body’s obvious readiness probably undermined my attempt at indifference completely. “Let’s go with ‘reluctantly accommodating’ instead.”
I reached between us, positioning him at my entrance, the blunt head pressing against me with intimidating pressure. Taking a deep breath that did absolutely nothing to calm my racing heart, I began to lower myself, the stretch immediate and agonizing as I took him inch by excruciating inch.
“Holy mother of—” I choked out, my vocabulary reduced to PG-13 as my body struggled to accommodate him. “You’re going to split me in half— I can’t— Did you get some kind of alpha enhancement surgery I should know about since yesterday?”
“You can take it,” he growled, his fingers digging into my hips with bruising force. “Your greedy hole was made for this. For me.”
I would have rolled my eyes at the caveman possessiveness if I hadn’t been so focused on not passing out from the sensation of being impaled on his massive cock. The stretch was overwhelming, a burning fullness that walked the line between pleasure and pain. When I was finally seated to the hilt, I felt utterly full.
“There,” he said, his voice dropping to a register that seemed designed specifically to make omegas lose their minds. “Perfect. Taking me so fucking well.”
I gripped Mr. Iceflare’s shoulders, my fingers digging into his hard muscles as I lifted my hips. His massive cock dragged against my inner walls, the thick ridge of his head catching on that spot that made my vision blur. I sank back down with a gasp, taking all of him in one slow slide that had both of us cursing.
“Fuck,” I hissed through clenched teeth as his cock stretched me impossibly wide. “You’re so… goddamn… big. Did your parents feed you radioactive growth hormones as a child?”
Sweat beaded on my forehead as I established a rhythm, rising and falling on his shaft with determined effort. My thighs trembled with the effort, muscles burning as I impaled myself again and again on his rut-swollen length. His cock pulsed inside me, so thick I could feel every throb, every twitch against my hypersensitive nerves.
Mr. Iceflare’s hands rested on my hips, not guiding but waiting. His ice-blue eyes never left my face, tracking every wince, every gasp, every moment of surrender with intense focus. His jaw was clenched tight, the muscles in his neck corded with the strain of holding back.
“Is that all you’ve got?” he taunted, his voice a low growl that vibrated through his chest and into mine where our bodies pressed together. “I thought you wanted to be in control, little mouse. This is disappointing.”
The challenge in his eyes sparked something in me—pride, defiance, stupidity—whatever it was, it made me rise up until just the tip of his cock remained inside me before slamming back down with enough force to knock the breath from my lungs.
“Better?” I gasped, repeating the motion, taking him deeper, harder, faster. My body clenched around him with each downward thrust, our joining creating obscene sounds that filled the room alongside my ragged breathing.
A dangerous smile curved his lips, revealing teeth that suddenly looked too sharp. “Almost.”
Without warning, his hands clamped around my hips with iron strength. He planted his feet flat on the bed, knees bent, andslammedupward with a force that drove his cock so deep I swore it hit my fucking spine.
“FUUUCK!” I screamed, my back arching involuntarily as he impaled me with brutal precision. My hands flew to his chest, nails digging into his flesh as I tried to brace myself against the onslaught.
He didn’t give me time to adjust. His hips pistoned upward in rapid, punishing thrusts, each one lifting me off the bed before gravity brought me crashing back down onto his cock with shocking force. The wet slap of flesh against flesh echoed through the room, punctuated by my broken cries and his animalistic grunts.
“You wanted control?” he snarled, driving into me with savage intensity. “This is what control looks like.”
His cock hammered into me relentlessly, hitting spots so deep I saw stars. My thighs quivered helplessly as he used me, my body bouncing on his shaft with each powerful thrust, each one forcing a cry from my throat, my voice growing hoarser by the second.
“Oh God— Fuck— Please—” Tears streamed down my face as pleasure so intense it bordered on pain tore through me. “It’s too— I can’t?—”
“You can,” he growled, one hand leaving my hip to fist in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat. “And you fucking will.”
His teeth scraped the sensitive skin of my neck, dangerously close to my scent gland. The sensation sent electricity racing down my spine, making my inner muscles clamp down on his invading cock.
My body responded intensely, the sounds of our joining growing louder with each brutal thrust. My cock bounced against my stomach, untouched but rock hard, leaking pre-cum onto his abs with every impact.
“Look at you,” he growled against my throat, his breath hot on my skin. “Taking my cock so fucking well. Made for this. Made for me.”
