Page 2 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Don

“I know,” he says harshly against my lips. “But if you ever fuck someone else, I’ll kill him.”

I felt my heart racing in response to his threatening words. Elio recently started taking over the family business and he has proven to be deadly, dangerous, and calculated in every possible way.

He knows how to instill fear in those around him and he uses the famous La Rosa temper to get his way, even with his family. His father intended to craft for himself a suitable heir for his fortune and he succeeded.

Sometimes I think he did too good of a job of turning Elio into a weapon. He unintentionally created a super soldier that cannot be controlled.

With a sudden, sharp movement, Elio pulls me away from the doorway and yanks my dress up over my body. I’m not wearing a bra under the skimpy scrap of cloth and my nipples instantly puckered in response to being exposed to the air.

I slink backward, away from him until my calves run into the bed behind me. Elio paces toward me and halts for a moment, his hands caress my breasts with threatening gentleness before he reaches up with both hands to shove me onto the bed.

My hair flies up around my face, and I swat it out of my eyes in time to see Elio throwing his clothing aside. His hair has become mussed and his eyes are narrowed on my body with a single-minded intention.

He climbs over me and pulls off my lacy thong. I hear the material tear before he tosses the underwear over his shoulder. I feel a moment of annoyance that he has ruined yet another pair of my underwear.

At this rate, I should just stop wearing them at all.

Elio swarms over my body and clamps his teeth into the place where my neck meets my shoulder. It hurts, but it also sends a sharp zing of pleasure dancing across my skin. I moan softly and angle my head away from him so that he can get a better grip.

He knees my legs apart, drags me back toward him, and thrusts into me in one aggressive movement. I cry out, the pain of his treatment all mixed up with the pleasure for me.

I wrap my legs around his hips as he drives into me over and over again, our skin already sticky with sweat as we struggle, grapple, and fuck.

I’m dangerously close to coming, and Elio knows it. “Not so fast,” he says to me, his voice harsh.

He pulls out of me and rears back away from me on the bed. “Use your mouth,” he demands, thrusting his cock toward my face.

I lean away from him on my elbows, a mocking smile on my face. “Make me,” I say in a sultry voice.

His dark eyes narrow on my face, and I think how beautiful he is when he is angry.

He’s so still that I start to get nervous about what he will do, but the nerves feel good jangling in my body. However, I’m still not prepared for the stinging slap that he delivers to my cheek. It whips my head to the side, my hair sticking to my sweaty skin.

I slowly turn to look up at him again, my pussy clenching with desire but a conflicting anger in my heart.

“Do as you’re told,” Elio whispers to me, pointing at his cock again. I look at it, then back at his face.

The skin of my cheek feels tight and hot. I push up off my elbows and take his cock between my lips, allowing him to dictate the rhythm as he fucks my mouth.

I look up at his face as he uses me, and the naked, greedy desire I see in his eyes makes me feel triumphant. I love reducing him to his need for me. It makes me feel powerful.

“Roll over,” he demands abruptly, shoving away from me.

I do as I am told, desperate for release and knowing that he’s finally going to give it to me. I come up onto my hands and knees, and he drapes himself over my body.

He presses a gentle kiss on the back of my neck as he enters my body and trails the pads of his fingers along my skin. I shiver at his touch, loving the contrast of his fury from before with this new gentleness.

It only takes a few thrusts for me to come, and I cry out his name, seeing stars dancing before my eyes.

I pant and gasp beneath him as he holds my hips to steady me and takes his own release. He never says my name when he comes. In fact, he never makes much noise at all.

All of Elio’s noise and excitement is reserved for the part of our encounters when he subdues me and breaks my will. I have vowed that someday I will make him break.

I want him to call my name.

Elio pulls away from me and goes into the bathroom. I hear the shower turn on, and then I hear him getting into it.

I drift in between sleep and wakefulness, lulled by the inevitable exhaustion of such rough sex.

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