Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“You came to me all hot and bothered, looking to start something,” he growls, “So now I’m here to come and take what I desire. You.”
He thrusts inside with no warning, no remorse, and my mouth drops wide open as he fully buries himself inside me. A stifled whimper flies out of my mouth, unable to stop the sound from slipping as he fucks me hard.
His coarse hands are rough against my skin as he slides along my nipples until they’re peaked, after which he harshly tugs them until more loud moans emanate from my throat.
“Yes, that’s it, kitten. Mewl for me,” he murmurs, planting a sweet, sinful kiss against my neck. “Feel my cock deep inside your aching pussy begging for more.”
Marcello thrusts and thrusts until my knees are wobbly and my head is spinning. I struggle to stand, clasping the concrete pillar in front of me like it’s my only recourse. While slamming into me, he grabs my waist and slaps my ass until it glows bright red.
“Good kittens don’t snoop on their masters,” he groans.
“You are not my master,” I growl in a moment of clarity.
“I bought you, so I own you, kitten, whether you like it or not. And nothing is going to stop me from claiming what belongs to me.” He slaps me again and again until pleasure mixes with pain, and I cannot keep the orgasm at bay anymore.
“Fuck, I’m coming!” I moan as my head leans against the pillar, sweat dripping down my face.
“Yes, do it, kitten. Come all over my thick cock and milk me,” he orders, still thrusting in at full force. When he’s buried balls deep, I explode, a wave of ecstasy crashing into me until my legs quake, and my entire body tingles with need.
Right then, he pulls out of me and spins me on my heels. Picking me up by my legs, he shoves my back against the pillar. My feet instinctively wrap around his waist as he pushes inside me once again. My arms fall around his neck as he buries his face in mine, planting kisses nonstop until I’m drunk on lust. Drunk on him.
And I realize then and there I don’t want this to stop.
Not any of this.
Not these kisses, not this debauchery, nor his savage fuckery.
I don’t want to give it up even though I should, even though I’ll probably be forced to once the truth comes out.
But I push it to the back of my mind as he fucks me into oblivion, clutching my body as if I’m his only tether to reality and the only thing keeping him from self-destructing. He’s completely wasted, and none of this is right, but I don’t fucking care.
I probably wouldn’t even be able to say no if I wanted to.
This man is so powerful, his domination so all-consuming that I’ve lost control over my own body. He knows just how to kiss and fuck me until I beg for more. “Yes, fuck, yes,” I groan.
A devious grin spreads on his lips. “Are you so hungry for my cock, kitten?” As my head tilts back, he plunges into me, his tongue darting out to lick my skin. “Good. Because I am going to fucking blow my load inside you, and you’re going to beg me for it.”
I know we shouldn’t. I’m not even on the pill. It’s dangerous. But I can’t fucking stop, and he won’t either.
He kisses and fucks me until my lips are red and my brain is foggy. Suddenly, his teeth sink into my shoulder, and I cry out in pain.
“Beg!” he says, drawing my blood.
I mewl. “Please!”
“That’s it, kitten,” he says, kissing me with my own blood laced on his lips. “Beg.”
“Please,” I murmur between kisses. “Give me your cum.”
“Good kitten,” he says, and he plunges two, three more times before a guttural roar follows, and he releases himself inside me, filling me with his warm seed until it leaks out of me.
He thrusts a few more times as though to bury his seed deeper inside me and mark me as his. A final kiss on the lips seals the deal.
I am truly and utterly lost to this man.
Never in my life have I begged someone like that, and a mobster who bought me no less.
He cups my face, caressing my cheek with his thumb in such a gentle way that I instinctively lean into his hand like a pet undone. “You are mine, kitten. No matter where I go or how long I stay away, you will always belong to me.” His tone is possessive, but the words are sweet, and my body can’t help but respond with goose bumps as my heart floods with warmth.
I never thought I could need something like this, but I do. My whole body zings and buzzes with a pleasure I can’t describe and have never felt before.