Page 31 of Cruel Tyrant

The thought breaks my heart. Poor little Stefania, my dolcezza, trying to find her way in life, only to be stolen away by a creature like me. Nothing is fair.

“I can’t speak to how things were in your family,” I tell her as my hand moves back into her luscious hair. “But with me, you are a priority.”

“Priority enough to let me work?”

I grunt and lean down to kiss the shell of her ear. “Find a job you can do from our house and I’ll consider it.”

She stiffens in my arms and I realize she’s perking up. “Really? You’d let me work from home?”

I press my lips together. I hadn’t actually meant it—but if that’s an option, why not? “There’d be layers of security. But—” I kiss toward her jawline. “We could make that happen.”

“I knew you were smarter than you looked,” she says, practically beaming. “I’d rather go into an office, but I’ll take what I can get. And hey, now I know what I’ll do with my other room.”

“We’ll get you a big, wooden desk. The kind of desk that tells the world to go fuck itself.”

“I’ve always wanted a fuck-you desk,” she whispers as my hand grips her hair and gently pulls it back, forcing her chin up into the air.

I kiss down her neck, down to her throat, and back up again, my heart racing in my chest. I haven’t done anything for her yet, but I like trying to solve her problem, I like trying to make her happy, which is a completely strange and foreign feeling. My every waking day until meeting this girl has been focused on doing my job and giving my life to the Famiglia, but now there’s another person who needs me, and I find myself needing her, too.

“And once it’s set up and you have your job, I’m going to bend you over your fuck-you desk, and I’m going to fuck you like the boss bitch you are.” I bite her lower lip, grinning like a beast. “I’m going to drive my cock into your tight cunt and make you call me sir.”

She’s vibrating in my arms. “Promise?”

I kiss her hard, tongue lashing against hers. I push her up against a tall stack of heavy crates and my hands are all over her now, pushing her blouse up, palming her breasts, and unbuttoning the front of her jeans like a maniac. I can’t take this fucking pressure in my heart any longer—I need to find a release.

My lips kiss the tips of her breasts as I slide a hand down the front of her panties. She digs her fingers into my shoulders and I drive my fingers deep into her pussy, growling when I find her already dripping wet.

“This is what I love about you,” I growl, gripping her bra to the side so I can suck on one of her stiff nipples. “You’re already soaked through for me and I’ve barely touched you.”

“You’ve been teasing me for like five minutes,” she moans, head thrown back.

“Are you complaining?”

“No, just stating a fact. You don’t even know you’re doing it, do you?”

“I’ll confess I find it hard to keep my hands off you.” I work my wrist, gliding my fingers in and out while grinding my palm against her clit. She wriggles her hips, building more friction.

“If I work from home, I’ll have to keep strict office hours.” She moans as I hit that lovely little spot deep inside. “Fuck, Davide. You can’t just come up into my space and use me like this whenever you want just because I’m around. Do you understand?”

“Listen to you, baby, trying to make rules.” My other hand wraps around her throat. “That’s fucking adorable.” She moans as I squeeze and I feel the darkness in me taking over. I grind my palm into her pussy as I hold onto her neck and kiss her, tongue inside of her mouth, pushing her and driving her into overload. She’s moaning and breathing hard, and there’s just enough pressure to let her know that I own her, but not enough to cut off her air. I want to scare her, I want to own her—but I don’t want to fucking kill her while she comes.

“You think—fuck—you’re in control, but—my god, damn it, Davide, keep going—but you always end up doing what I want.”

“Only because you make it worth the effort.” I bite her lip again and this time turn her around, yanking down her jeans and panties and forcing her hands up against the crates. I unbuckle my belt and open my jeans with one hand, and I slide the tip of my rock-hard dick up and down her pretty, soaking slit.

“This is all you want, isn’t it?” she says, her face against the wood. Her eyes swivel to mine. “You just want to fuck me, don’t you?”

“I want to ruin you, baby.” I push my engorged head against her dripping opening. “Look at you, messy fucking girl. You think you don’t live for this just like I do? You’re my filthy slut, baby, and when I want to fuck you into oblivion, all you can do is beg for more. Now tell me you want me to fill you up.”

“Davide,” she whines and gasps when I spank her ass. “Fill me. Please. Stop teasing.”

I slide myself inside of her with a growl and fuck my wife up against a pile of crates in a ruined, empty warehouse. I fuck her rough and taste her clit, stroking her with my fingers as I wrap my other hand around her throat. She leaves her palms up above her head and lets me dominate her gorgeous body, and we’re fucking in a slick rhythm, my cock gliding into her over and over as the tension grows, and I don’t know how much longer I can take it before her back arches.

“Oh my god,” she gasps and I feel her pussy clench down. Her body flushes pink as she comes. “Don’t you fucking stop, you asshole.”

That throws me over the edge. I must be fucked up worse than I thought, because getting called an asshole mid-thrust drives me wild, and I fill her as my orgasm explodes through me.

We come down together. I’m gentle with her when it’s over, kissing her softly, telling her how beautiful she is, how good it feels to fuck her, and help her get dressed. She’s giving me this incredible look, this dreamy little smile like she can’t stop grinning, and I must be smiling back because I feel my lips pulling against my teeth. I press my forehead against hers.

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