Page 36 of Kidnapped By the Mafia Boss
There’s only the most basic form of me left. The part that loves and wants and takes. The creature that is ripping itself apart and losing all control.
“You’re mine.” My voice is animalistic. “Understand? You. Belong. To me. Say your owner’s name.”
“Dimitri,” she chokes out.
“Louder.” I withdraw with effort, then plunge back in.
“Dimitri!”
She clenches around my cock as she screams my name as she comes. Her pussy clamps onto me as her nails grip my knuckles and her heels dig into my buttocks.
I try for one last pump, for me and for her, but her pleasure catches me and drags me into a shattering orgasm that wracks through my body.
“Jenna,” I choke out as I break, giving her everything. I empty into her in spurt after spurt, filling her up.
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My back is pressed into the dry leaves and soil, cool and fresh next to my heated skin. My bare thighs are wrapped around Dimitri and his weight is so good and heavy on top of me.
I’m shattered. Wrecked. Destroyed and rebuilt.Complete.
I will never be the same.
Dimitri pulls out, slowly, and immediately I’m empty without him inside me, filling me up. Don’t get me wrong, I’m weak from that last orgasm, but I miss the heat of him as a contrast to the earthy ground.
My whole body is broken in the best way, aching from the run, from coming, from being possessed by the man who owns my soul.
He tracked me, hunted me. Whatever happens now—and I’m not entirely sure—I belong to him.
“Zayka,” Dimitri murmurs as he wraps his arms around my torso and pulls me to him before standing.
“You don’t have to carry me,” I protest, but only weakly. Because being held securely is heaven. He’s warm and strong and solid. “I can walk.”
He huffs with laughter. “No.”
“I ran,” I point out as I snake a hand to his neck, feeling the sinew and muscle. His come slides out of me, dribbling down, and I clench my pussy not to stop the mess, but because I crave his seed inside me. I want Dimitri’s baby.
“Perfectly,” he agrees, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “But I hunted you down, and now you’re mine.”
That word echoes through me.His? I thought that was just a sexy hunter thing. I didn’t realise he meant it.
I suppose I should have. He has been very clear that I’m his.
“And that means I’m going to take care of you.” He squeezes my side and my thigh where he’s got me cradled in his arms. “It’s my privilege to look after you.”
That’s what sets me off. Emotion wells in my lungs. I never ever want to leave this man.
I’m crying. It’s all blurry as he carries me back to the house. There’s just the rumble of his voice as he walks in and tells Karik that we’ll be down to pet him soon.
I press my face closer into his warm chest and Dimitri croons, “I know, I know.”
But he doesn’t. Surely, he can’t know, because I don’t think I can put into words how much this means to me.
He barges through doors and climbs stairs until eventually there’s humid heat all around us and I peel away from Dimitri’s chest just before he walks right under the shower, both of us clothed. I squeak, but not from discomfort.
For long minutes he holds me in his arms in the warm spray. It must be six feet square, and the water falls like rain.
