Page 44 of The Mafia Princess

He rolled his eyes. “How about I show you?”

Remington pulled her clothing from her quickly and easily. She didn’t have time to fight, and frankly, she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to think about the violence or the murder. She just wanted to feel as close to him as she could.

He came down on top of her and took her lips like a starved man. He pried open her mouth with his tongue and touched and tasted every part he could reach as his hands swept over her. His hand engulfed her breast, which made her arch off the mattress.

“Easy, Love, I’ll get you where you need to go, eventually.”

He took forever going slow and easy, feeling every part of her he could.

“Remington.”

“I know. This is part of it. Do you feel how uncomfortable it is and how your cunt throbs? This is what’s going to happen every time you disobey me. I could let you suffer for hours. But I just want to give you a taste of it tonight. You could also be put over my knees and spanked. Would you like that?”

God, she couldn’t believe he was doing this to her. She would much rather be spanked than this.

Chapter Eighteen

A fine sheet of sweat covered his body. Fuck. If I don’t get into her soon, I’ll explode.

He ran his hand down her body in between her legs. He groaned when he felt how wet she was. He pushed one of his fingers into her cunt, which instantly tightened on him, almost strangling his finger.

“Jesus, Love. I need to get in you, but first, I have to get you ready.”

“I am ready,” she cried.

“Not for what I’m going to do to you.” He backed off of her. “Roll over onto your stomach.”

She immediately did what he wanted.

“Jesus, I love your fucking body,” he said.

“I’m glad.”

He kept his hand moving on her legs and ass, dipped his fingers between her ass cheeks, and pressed on her asshole. He gathered some of her cream, brought it back up to her hole, and pressed it into the depths of her ass, going deeper every time.

“Oh, God, Remington, what are you doing?”

“I’m getting your ass ready for me. This is the only part of your body that I haven’t claimed as mine. Besides, it might help you remember who you belong to.”

“I know it’s you.”

“You’re damn right it is.” He pulled the lube from the nightstand and poured a glob onto his fingers. “Let’s try two.” He worked his fingers into her and then scissored them inside to help stretch her. He did this for a while and then forced three fingers into her.

Her cries got louder, and her body wouldn’t stop pushing back against him.

“I know, Love. Be still for a moment.”

He pressed the opening of the lube to her ass and squeezed a hefty amount into her before rolling on a condom and making sure he was covered in the gel, too. He pulled her until her ass was on the edge of the mattress, widened, and tucked her legs so her knees were against the sides of her chest. Then he stuffed a few pillows under her, gripped her hips, and started to work his cock into her.

His eyes almost rolled back at the feeling of a heated vice gripping his cock. He worked his way into her inch by inch until he couldn’t go any further. He stopped to savor the feeling of having made her, his.

“Remington…” she cried over and over.

He knew it was from need and not pain because she kept trying to push back against him.

“I know.”

He started moving in and out at a snail’s pace until she tightened further on him. It went on for several minutes before her cries got louder, telling him she was close. He was glad because he’d been close to coming since he worked his way into her.

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