Page 45 of The Mafia Bachelor

But he’s controlled. Calculated. And I need him to be as swept away as I am.

“You’re so wet and tight for me, love.” He sucks on my throat and I whine, digging my fingers into his muscled back.

“For you,” I echo. Because it’s only ever been him.

“Mine.” Then his head pulls up, and his eyes are hard and demanding as he releases my hair and strokes down my body, before cramming his fingers between us, where he’s thrusting into me. A smile tugs at his lips as he finds my clit.

And I can see suddenly how he’s restraining himself. How he’s making this good for me by holding back.

“Kill.” The word is breathy. My brain is full of him, but even as he begins to run his fingers over my clit, I’m determined to have more of him. Not just orgasm from him, like that evening he barged into my room. No, I want mutual destruction. Bliss that crashes together.

His brows flick together in momentary concern. “Yes.”

“Fuck me like you own me.”

He groans in response. “You shouldn’t say things like that, love.”

“I mean it.” I want to be his, and I want to experience everything that would mean. To be possessed by this man who I love so entirely.

“You’ll end me, you know that?” he says with a tortured laugh, but then he’s shifted over me, and he rears up until he’s knelt on the bed. Still inside me, and I’m spread before him, my bottom on his lap and my shoulders on the bed.

His smile is downright wicked as he holds my hips and thrusts. I scream, or yelp, or some sort of noise is ejected from my mouth as pure pleasure is shoved into me by his cock. It’s a different angle, and yes, oh my. I haven’t got words. The only part I can touch of him is his knees, so I grip them as best I can.

“You like that, huh?” And his tone is smug as he does it again. The effect is the same, and I’m helpless, clawing, my whole brain taken over by how he’s inside me. Filling me.

He throws his head back and thrusts again and again, and I lose my mind. I didn’t think it could be any better than when he licked me, but it is. It’s different, but special. Like the roll of an ocean tide rather than a fast-flowing river. More powerful.

“I need to be deeper in you,” he grits out, and before I can respond, he’s grabbed my thigh and brought it up, lifting so my ankle is on his shoulder.

He kisses the arch of my foot, soft and affectionate, before shoving back into me hard, and I spasm with it, the pleasure so good, and so on the brink, it’s almost unbearable.

“That’s it. Can you come on my cock like a good girl? I want to feel you break for me.” His hand goes to where he’s ramming into me. His thumb makes contact with my clit, and I ignite. “Go on, give it to me.”

I couldn’t stop it if I tried.

My eyes roll back as bliss strikes me.

“No.” His voice is an unyielding demand. “Look at me.”

I force my eyes open and onto his face as I’m rocked with the climax that’s a full, head-to-toe earthquake. He’s still circling my clit with his thumb, and it flares new pleasure into me, my whole body pulsing.

“That’s so good, love. You feel amazing.” And he doesn’t look away from my face, watching me ravenously, as though taking in the sight of me coming is as good as his own climax. As though he would keep doing this forever, just for the satisfaction of having me clench around him.

Because I do. Even with how big he is, my pussy holds onto his length, and that feels even better. Brighter. Like the pleasure is erupting from him, not just from my clit.

He eats me up with his eyes as I shake helplessly.

“Beautiful. That’s what happens when you’re mine, love. Coming so sweetly for me. My good girl.”

It’s intimacy, and vulnerability. I’m completely at his mercy.

And I’m destroyed. I’m liquid, as well as sparks. Water and fire, not solid at all.

“Kill,” I murmur.

At his name on my lips, something dark snaps across his face. Savage.

He grabs my hips in both hands, and the breath is punched out of me as he holds me tight enough to bruise and crashes us together again. And he’s deep inside me, so it’s a thud right up against the interior organs he’s shoving aside. My breasts jiggle, and I can’t even hold onto anything. Our skin slaps together.