Page 35 of Kidnapped By the Mafia Boss
Stilling, I stroke my thumb over her knuckles, oh so gently even as I’m splitting her open at that pretty pink hole and holding her wrists. The contrast of sweetness and the savage need to possess her isn’t lost on me.
“It’s big, but you’re nearly there.” She’s so wet, it’s just overcoming her virgin tightness.
“Mmph.” She makes an inarticulate sound.
“Use words or I’ll gag you next time,” I say severely.
“I can’t!” She pants and her chest heaves.
“You can. You will. And you’llloveit.”
I feel the tear. I watch her eyes fill with pain as I breach her so slowly and deliberately, she can’t not know that I’m enjoying this. I’m savouring that primal claim. It’s brutish, but she’s as messed up as me, biting her lip and arching up.
“That’s it, good girl.” I draw back and then push further, once and then again. There’s still resistance that I have to force through in slow pumps that steal my breath and my heart. “Your tight little pussy is taking me so well.”
And she is. Despite being chokingly difficult to enter, with each stroke, she’s easing up. Opening for me.
Until, after an eternity of patience, finally, I’m balls deep, every part of my length smeared with her cream. I pause there, with us completely joined.
“You’re being such a good girl for me,” I whisper, and cover her mouth, kissing her. She opens and accepts me there too.
I pull back for another thrust and her hips shift, chasing me.
“See, so greedy already,” I tease. Each time I give her more, joining us more fully. I lower my face to hers and kiss her hard, fusing us together there too.
This is conquering a woman. Capturing her like the clever prey she is, and proving that I’m bigger, faster, stronger.
She wanted this, fantasised about it. But I think Ineededit. I needed the thrill to break me out of the drudge and rut I’ve been in for years, and the challenge of winning her in the most primal way.
“You’re mine now.” I intersperse shallow and quick with deep and hard, allowing the sensitive, larger helmet of my cock to dip in and out of where she’s tightest at her entrance. Then I ram in to the hilt, and envisage that I’m at the entrance to her womb. I’m going to come there, so far into her it’s impossible to be sure where she ends, and I begin. My kiss shifts to her cheek, then her jaw, and neck. I want to consume her.
“Yes, yes.” She’s moving with me now, having picked up my rhythm as I give in to the need to lose myself fully in her. “Make me yours, forever, Dimitri.”
Pleasure pools at the base of my spine like molten metal. I can never tie us close enough together. Marriage, babies, sex. I want to be in her body and mind as much as she’s in mine.
But I think I might be, because as I tear my mouth from her skin to look into her face, her expression is a picture of ecstasy. There’s an endless cry issuing from those pink lips.
“I stalked you.”
Releasing one of her hands, I grab her thigh, pushing it outwards and up, opening her further.
“I chased you.” I thrust. Hard.
She takes me in impossibly further. She’s swallowing me as she uses her partial liberty to raise her hand to the back of my head and dig her nails through my short hair and scalp.
“I caught you.”
My little obsession is panting and whimpering. I squeeze her fingers tighter and move my free hand to her breast, roughly squeezing her nipple as I pound her into the damp soil. I rut her, letting go of all the leashes I held as I first joined us. And she urges me on more, her heels digging into my buttocks.
“Claimed you.”
But honestly, is it more that she lured me? Am I even going to survive this?
“Fucked.”
I’ve gone feral. I’m not able to keep up one phrase per thrust. I’m doing exactly as I said, fucking her. Unrestrained, and as I shout the next word, I’m ravaging her.
“Bred.”
