Page 91 of The Don's Deadly Assassin

She’s truly unafraid.

Slowly, I trace my fingers down her neck and when she wants me to keep going, wrap my hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp. Her inner walls clench around me and I choke out a curse. “Fuck.”

"Yes," she hisses, tilting her head to give me better access. "Just like that."

I slam into her, over and over, drunk on lust and power and Camela. She's close, I can feel it - the tremors wracking her body, the broken sounds spilling from her lips.

I tighten my grip around Camela's throat, watching her eyes flutter closed in pleasure. Her pulse thrums under my fingers, steady and strong. I squeeze, cutting off her airway for a few seconds before releasing.

Camela gasps, color blooming in her cheeks. "Again," she rasps. I choke her again, slamming into her and rotating my hips so my cock hits all corners of her walls.

She moans out that she wants more.

She’s insatiable. Yet, I frown, hesitating. As much as we both enjoy this, I have to be careful not to seriously hurt her.

Camela senses my doubt and shakes her head. "Trust me," she says softly. "I can take it."

I search her eyes and see only certainty reflected back at me. My Huntress would never lie about this. This new ocean of possibilities excites me and thrills me.

With my hand still wrapped around her neck, I slap her cheek sharply, the crack of skin on skin echoing in the car. A faint red mark blooms on her face.

Camela's eyes darken with want and she moans, her walls clenching around me.

I slap her other cheek, harder this time. She cries out, the sound both pained and pleasured. I tighten my hold on her neck, and slap her again, pounding into her ferociously now. The balance of power between us is intoxicating. I can feel her submitting to my will, just as I am allowing myself to be consumed by our shared desires. It's a dance of control and surrender, one that we both revel in with equal fervor.

As I continue to choke and slap her, alternating between the two sensations, I find myself lost in the moment, the vein in my cock throbbing to be released of the pressure building within me.

I close my eyes and she moans - “I’m going to cum, Vincenzo. Just like that, baby, yes.”

Patches of sweat coat our bodies. I slap her again and her back arches off the seat, her breasts rising above her though she remains down, my stronghold grip against her neck keeping her in place. “I’m cumming,” she moans, her legs quivering beneath her.

Her eyes are wide, her breathing ragged and uneven. She moans loudly, her hips bucking against mine just as I push my hips further towards her, reaching a spot so deep and so elusive, that her muscles begin to convulse around my cock, signaling her impending climax.

I can’t resist the urge anymore and plunge into her one last time, moaning as my world goes dark. Everything fades but this sensation. “I’m cumming,” I groan, releasing a guttural roar of pleasure as she screams the same words back at me. I explode inside her, just as her entire body shakes violently from her own climax.

Our panting fills the air, the both of us tangled together in a mess of emotions. I lie like that, above her, my cock still in her, until I catch my breath.

As we come to ourselves, I loosen my grip on her throat, careful not to starve her of the air she desperately needs. She gasps, her eyes widening in shock and pleasure as she takes a deep breath, her surroundings slowly coming back into focus.

I gently pull out of her pussy, and untie her, rubbing her wrists until the red settles down.

“Are you alright?” I ask, sitting on the floor in front of her, her legs still parted on both sides. I gently rub her thighs, waiting for an answer.

She sits up and I raise my arm to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes heavy-lidded, lips kiss-swollen. She's never looked more beautiful.

"That was..." Camela trails off, shaking her head. At a loss for words. I know the feeling.

"Incredible," I finish for her, cupping her cheek. "You're incredible."

A smile tugs at the corner of her lips. "So are you."

We share a slow, deep kiss. Lingering. Unhurried.

I get up from my position and move back to my seat, and we begin dressing ourselves. I look over at her and her gaze turns inward, thoughtful. A crease forms between her brows.

"What is it?" I ask, concerned. We have no secrets between us. “Was it too much?”

She bites her lip, hesitating, and my worry grows. "I was just thinking...how much I enjoy our scenes. Pushing each other to new extremes." A flush creeps up her neck. "I want - "

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