Page 68 of Mafia Wedding

He makes me as human as they come, and I can't remember feeling this normal as the pain of his possession rips me apart.

"You're hurting me again!"

The walls of my pussy feel like they're about to burst open at how thick he is, and the head of his cock is already close to kissing the entrance to my womb.

Rake suddenly grabs a fistful of my hair to yank my head back, and another cry escapes me.

"Just doing what you asked, darling," he growls into my ear. "I'm not taking it slow like I promised, and besides...I have a feeling me being gentle will just bore you out of your skull."

I have no chance to find out if he's right or wrong, since I'm too busy crying out again and again as he pounds into me over and over, and so, so hard that it feels like the shape of his cock will be imprinted on my pussy.

"Stop it!"

But the words only make Rake thrust into me faster as he pants out, "I can't, sorry—-"

"At least say it like you mean it!"

"Sorry," he says again, but this time with the most shamelessly cocky grin.

Grrr!

"Stop moving, damn you—-"

"Can't—-"

I claw his back deep enough to make him bleed the way he's made my pussy bleed, but this only has him thrusting back inside of me with a laugh.

"Stop it!"

I claw harder, but Rake only withdraws before thrusting back so, so deep, that his cock finally makes it all the way to kissing my womb.

"Damn you, stop!"

"God, you're so fucking hot when you look murderously in denial like that."

"I'm! Not! In! Denial!" And I truly mean it, never mind if the way his relentless thrusts have me panting each word out.

"You fucking are, darling—-"

He's purring again, damn him.

How dare this man purr when the pain of his every thrust is making me feel I'm about to break apart under the overpowering weight of his body?

"And you know it."

For just one second, I'm so, so insanely tempted to kill him just to prove how wrong he is—-

But when his head lowers the next moment, and he's shoving my shirt and bra up to my neck in one move—-

I hear myself cry out just like any other girl as his teeth bite down on my nipple.

Hard.

And that's when I realize he's right.

A gentle lover would have been so skull-crushingly boring he would never have managed to make me forget I'm different, and while a part of me is once again terrified at how Rake has my crazy mind all figured out—-

Fear has no choice but to take a backseat as he keeps biting my nipple while fucking me harder and harder, and he doesn't let up at all even when I've grabbed his hair in an attempt to pull his head off.

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