Page 39 of Abducted By the Mafia Don
We stare into each other’s eyes for long seconds, neither of us moving. The tip of his cock is wedged into me, and my greedy, wet pussy is grasping at him.
I want him to take me properly. To make me his and know I belong to him. No more faking being married and keeping a careful distance between us the rest of the time. No more pretending to be asleep and biting my lip to keep from moaning because it’s so good and I need him so much. And while I enjoy the tease, I’m desperate for him to lose control.
“Dom.” My voice is shaky.
I bring my hands up to touch his face, and quick as a snake, he has one wrist pinned above my head, then the other too, my arms stretched out, his bent.
He shifts so he has both my hands held with one of his, and I gasp at how vulnerable I am. There was a power in seducing him with just my body, but now his almost-black eyes are boring into mine and I’m helpless, a bolt of fear goes through me, sharp and vivid.
“I’m sorry.” He swallows, then closes his eyes. Everyline I can see of him is taut. His jaw is set, the muscles in his shoulders tensed, and his hips haven’t moved, keeping precisely the same pressure on my needy pussy, not withdrawing or proceeding.
“Dom, I?—”
“Tell me no,” he interrupts harshly, eyes flying open again, tortured. “Say no, right now, and I’ll leave, Taggie. I’ll find another way to protect you from Thaxted. I swear. I can’t take back what’s done, but?—”
“More.”
He doesn’t respond, his expression awestruck. Like he can’t believe his ears.
I wriggle my hips, trying to get him deeper inside me.
“Taggie.” He sounds strangled. “I can’t resist… Fuck.”
“Then do it.” I lift my knees until I can wrap my legs around his waist, and he groans as the action slides him an inch further.
“Taggie,” he breathes, and this time it’s amazement and joy. He cups my jaw, sliding his fingers into my hair. “Do you want this?”
“Yes.” I nod as a rainbow of expressions flicker over his face. But it settles back on concern.
“This isn’t a casual thing for me, bambola.” He huffs, as though this is costing him effort, and slides his free hand through my curls to cup my neck. “If we continue, I’m going to keep you. You’ll be mine, forever. I’ll love and protect and be territorial of you. My wife for real. And fuck, I’ll breed you with so many babies. All the kids you were talking about, and more. I’ll love you until I die and then beyond into whatever void or afterlife there is, becausenothingwill stop me loving you.” He pauses, brows tugging together, and I long to smooth them. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I whisper and as his expression of shockand disbelief changes into pure happiness, his dark eyes soft, my heart responds by melting.
“I don’t deserve you, but if you love me…” His grip on the back of my head tightens, and he groans. “I’ll take it.”
Then he’s sinking into me, slowly, oh so slowly stretching me open, and it hurts because he’s huge, and it’s everything I’ve ever wanted because he’s breaking me and remaking me to be his. He stroked himself harshly when he thought I was asleep, but he’s strong but gentle with me now.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Breathe through the pain. You’re being such a good girl for me, taking my big cock so well.”
Then his mouth lands on mine and he’s kissing me, deep and intense, his tongue invading my mouth pushes his cock into me. His naked, hairy chest is pressed onto my breasts, my pert nipples sensitised and sparking with every small movement. Flickers of pleasure as the pain eases into fullness.
“You’re heaven. So tight and hot and wet,” he rasps against my lips. “Say it again.”
“You’re mine, Dominic Richmond.” And that’s not what he meant, but his groan tells me he needed to hear it.
“Mine. I was going crazy without you. I can’t breathe without you.”
He bottoms out, our hips touching, his balls resting on my bottom. They’re big, and even as I focus on opening for him, allowing the pinch to ease into pleasure, I think of all the seed they hold, and how he’s going to fuck it into me.
I tug my hands. He lifts his head, and his fingers tighten on my wrists, those dark eyes glinting as he considers my implied request. For a second I think he’s going to keep me held.
Then he releases me, and this is trust, I realise. He was worried I wouldn’t want him. This gorgeous, powerful, gentle giant thought he was too old and too brutal for me.
Cupping his face, I tilt my hips so he goes deeper and thread my fingers into his short hair.
“I love you. Make me yours in every way.”
He stares into my eyes and makes a sound like a wounded animal, then begins to withdraw, just an inch. It’s uncomfortable, but the slide back in tears a whine of pure pleasure from my throat. “Yes.”
