Page 90 of The Don's Deadly Assassin

She struggles, but I see the excitement in her eyes. I know this is what she wants.

Her legs are splayed wide, her breasts pushed together between her tied arms. I watch her writhe beneath me, panting for breath, her lips parted, her eyes glazed over with arousal. I want her beneath me, around me, now.

With a growl, I place my cock at her opening, and leave it there.

“Vincenzo,” she pleads, looking down to the apex of her legs. “Please…”

“Please what, Huntress?”

She lets out a frustrated breath, and then her gaze meets mine. "Please, fuck me, Vincenzo. Fuck me like you mean it."

I grin wickedly at her, enjoying the sight of her pleading with me. I slowly enter her, savoring the feel of her warmth surrounding me. She gasps, arching her back, and then wraps her legs around my waist.

"Harder," she urges, her voice hoarse with desire.

I pull out, and ram into her, removing all idea that this passion we share is going to be gentle. She wants it rough, she wants to be controlled, she’s tired of being the pursuer.

So be it. Let me show her just how badly I need to pursue her. She gasps, her body tensing around me.

I take my hands and grip her thighs, my fingers grazing her ass, pinning her in place. Our breaths come fast and ragged.

I drink in the sight of her - flawless, olive skin and lean muscle. A map of scars that tell the story of who she is. A living work of art.

"So beautiful," I rasp, trailing my fingers down her torso. She shivers under my touch, chest heaving. "So deadly. So mine."

I crush my mouth against hers again as I pull out and push inside her, swallowing her moan. I ram her again and again and again, teasing her. Her fists fight to break free, to control my movements. But they’re bound.

"You have no idea how much I want you," she whispers, her eyes glassy with desire. Her voice is like honey to my ears, and it sends a shiver down my spine.

“Believe me, I know,” I tell her. She wants my cock to stay in her, to fuck her hard, to stop teasing. Every muscle in her body is telling me that.

She almost cries as she hoists her hips up, trying to keep me in her.

“You’ve teased enough,” she begs. “Please, Vincenzo.”

“Alright, I’ve teased you enough,” I tell her, my voice husky, to the point, in control. I can tell my voice and words turns her on more than my cock in her, and that opens up a whole new playing field.

With a fierce determination, I thrust hard and deep into her, feeling her walls tighten around me. She lets out a high-pitched moan and wraps her legs around my waist tightly, not letting me pull out this time around.

“Found a way to control me, have you?” I grin down at her, biting into her lip before pulling away. I head down to her breast, my cock now moving in gentle motions in her.

“For now,” I hear her challenge me from above.

I bite delicately into her pink, pebbled nipple before looking up. She’s staring at me like a hungry animal, and I think I’ve made her suffer enough.

I increase my pace, each thrust harder and faster than the last. Her moans fill the car, her body trembling beneath me, her hands slamming into the lever, her breasts squeezed tight between them and I know we're getting closer.

I sit on my knees and pull her legs over my shoulders, giving me a better angle to hit her sweet spot. With every thrust, I can feel myself getting closer, my body responding to hers in the most primal of ways. Camela's hands dig into my shoulders, her breath hitching with each movement.

The car around us jerks and slams back and forth as I pound her mercilessly. I look down at her, lying against the seat, her body held up just a little from where her arms are tied and with each thrust, I feel myself slipping further into a world where the line between reality and fantasy blurs.

Our bodies move together in a rhythm as old as time, hard and fast and rough. Just the way we both like it.

I bend lower to bury my neck against hers, and Camela bites down on my shoulder, and I groan into her neck, thrusting deeper. The sting of pain magnifies my pleasure, sending sparks through my veins.

“More,” she almost shrieks, just as the car almost moves forward. “Make me feel alive, Vincenzo.”

I reposition myself a little above her and look down at her as I raise my hand. She licks her lips, and a thrill courses down my spine.

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