Page 23 of Debt to the Mafia King
“The next time you run,” he worked the fingers in my pussy and the thumb in my ass in tandem. “I’ll fuck your ass so hard until you can’t walk. Is that understood?”
I whimpered. My eyes rolled into the back of my head.
It was too much, his fingers in my pussy alone were enough to get me to orgasm, but the added intrusion of his thumb in my dark passage turned something that was hot into something that felt darkly forbidden.
No one had ever touched me there before
“Is that understood, Leah?” In and out, in and out. A never-ending assault that left me completely breathless, teetering on the edge of a cliff.
“Leah?” He growled out, almost as lost in the pleasure as I was, and thrust his hips upwards. Pushing the thick cock against me as I struggled to breathe.
“I’m going to cum—” I whimpered, my body moved. Thrusting backwards to meet his hands.
“No, you’re not.” He snapped and grabbed my hair. My body felt empty at the sudden loss of his finger in my butt. “You’re not going to cum until I tell you to. Is that understood? Promise me you will behave, and I’ll let you cum.” He pressed my head down into his crotch. His cock was pushing against the zipper of his designer suit pants, and my lips, which opened greedily.
Yes, yes, that’s what I needed. His cock everywhere. My mouth, my pussy, even my ass. I groaned. What was wrong with me? Why did my body have to react this way to him?
“Promise me before I fuck that wet mouth enough to—” he groaned, long and loud. “Or maybe it’s your ass you want me to fuck?”
The fingers in my pussy pressed down until stars filled my vision.
“That’s it isn’t it? You want me to fuck all of your holes, don’t you?” One hand working between my thighs, he pressed my mouth more firmly over his cock and fucked it through his pants
“Yes.” I whimpered, my tongue lapping at the expensive material.
“And are you going to run from me again?”
I was close, so close, too close. I couldn’t see anything but stars. I couldn’t speak.
“Are you going to run?”
“Please, Viktor.” I tore my mouth from his crotch with a strangled cry of need. “Please just let me cum. I won’t run.” Each word was jumbled, running into each other in my desperation. “I promise I won’t run again. I promise I will behave. I’ll be your best girl, just let me—” my voice was a strangled cry.
“Then cum for me.”
It was like my body had been waiting for his permission. Screaming, I came apart at the seams, my body spasming around his fingers.A wave of white hot pleasure flowed through me until it exploded. Correction, I exploded right around his fingers. Breathless, I fell forward panting.
“You’re such a good girl when you want to be.” Viktor praised. “But remember your promise to me because I won’t forget it. Now sit up and straighten your clothes. We are almost home.”
“I—uh, ok.” I sat back in my seat, my cheeks heated. “Have you got something I can use to clean up?” Between my legs wasn’t sticky. It was soaking. So wet that if I didn’t clean up a little, I knew I would have wet spots on my yoga pants.
“No. Now pull up your pants so I can get you home and that damn contract signed. The sooner it’s official, the better.” He glanced in my direction with a grin as he started the car.
Lifting my ass, I pulled the stretchy material back into place and grimaced.
“The only thing better than everyone seeing how wet you are when we walk through the front door,” he pulled back onto the road smoothly, “would be them seeing my seed dripping out of you and wetting your clothes.” He groaned low in his throat. “But don’t worry, from now on I’m going to paint you with my cum. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I didn’t answer him. How could I? Admitting it would make me the most messed-up woman in the world.
“Remember what you promised,” his eyes flicked in my direction as I straightened my clothes. “No more playing up. Is that understood?”
Silently, I nodded my head. My eyes locked onto my lap. I’d made that promise in the heat of the moment, but I knew that Viktor would hold me to it.
For the next year, I was his, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it but keep my word.
It might just be the only way to survive.
Chapter Eight
