Page 10 of Savage Mafia King

His hand moves to the back of my neck, and he pulls me into a kiss—hard, demanding, his mouth crashing down on mine. His other arm snakes around my waist, pulling me against him as he leads me to the bed, his lips never leaving mine. I follow, letting him guide me, feeling the heat of his body, the hunger in his touch. His tongue parts my lips, and I feel warmth spreading through me, a sensation I don’t fully understand but crave more of.

He lowers me onto the bed, his knees spreading mine apart as he moves over me, his lips trailing down my neck. My breath comes in shallow, shuddering gasps, but he doesn’t stop. His hands find the straps of my dress, and with swift precision, he undoes them. The dress slips off, leaving me bare beneath him.

I reach up to touch him, to explore the hard lines of his body, but he stops me.

“I’m sorry, Daddy, was that—” I begin, but he silences me with a soft “Shhh,” placing a finger to his lips.

His fingers deftly undo the clasp of my bra, and soon it’s gone, along with my panties. I’m exposed, vulnerable, lying beneath him completely naked, my skin tingling from the intensity of his gaze. His shirt is gone too, though I don’t remember him removing it. He watches me as he unbuckles his belt, the sound of metal scraping filling the room. My eyes go wide when he removes his pants, standing before me in all his masculine glory—his muscles chiseled, his body hard and ready.

He’shuge. Bigger than I expected. And as he kneels between my legs, spreading them wider, I feel a rush of fear and excitement all at once. I don’t know if I’m ready for this, but he isn’t waiting any longer.

His lips claim mine again as his hands travel down my body, caressing my skin, sending shivers of pleasure through me. His mouth moves lower, down my neck, my collarbone, until it closes over my breast, his tongue circling my nipple as his fingers slip between my legs.

I gasp, the sensation overwhelming. His fingers find my entrance, and he slips two inside me, moving slowly at first, then faster, his thumb circling that sensitive spot that sends shockwaves through my body. His mouth continues its assault on my breast, sucking, biting gently, until I’m writhing beneath him.

“Come for me, princess,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice a dark command. “I’m not stopping until you do.”

I moan, my hips arching off the bed as he strokes me harder, faster, his fingers curling inside me, hitting a spot that makesmy whole body tremble. "Oh, Daddy, please don’t stop. Please, I want more."

He smiles, adding another finger as his strokes grow more precise, more focused. He’s pushing me to the edge, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. The pressure builds inside me, and then—like a flood—I’m coming, my back arching, my moans filling the room as pleasure washes over me.

“That’s it, Princess,” he says, his voice filled with satisfaction. “Now you’re ready.”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m ready for you. Please, take me. I’m yours. Only yours.”

And then he is inside me—one swift stroke, filling me completely. The sensation is sharp at first, a mixture of pain and pleasure, but as he begins to move, the pleasure overtakes the pain. He thrusts again, harder this time, setting a rhythm that has me gasping for breath, my hands clutching at his shoulders, desperate to hold on.

He kisses me again, his hands gripping my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. The pain fades, replaced by a burning need that only he can satisfy. I open myself to him completely, wanting more, needing more.

He moves faster, his pace quickening as he braces himself on the bed, his body driving into mine with an intensity that leaves me breathless. The pleasure builds again, that same overwhelming sensation, and I know I’m about to come again.

His release is hot inside me, and as I collapse against the pillows, spent and trembling, he rolls off me, lying on his side of the bed.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper, the words coming naturally.

It seems like the right thing to say.

10

Dimitri

Elena has finally given in to me, and it’s been everything I imagined it would be. Every night since, I’ve claimed her, molding her body to my desires, exploring her in ways that drive her to moan and tremble beneath me. I can feel the change in her, the way her entire demeanor has shifted. She’s more compliant now, more eager to please. There’s something intoxicating about that—about watching her submit to me, not out of fear but out of desire. Shewantsto please me. Shelikesto please me.

It’s a power that surges through me every time I look at her. This was a good choice—taking her as my wife. Even with the added responsibility of that kid, Marie, hanging around, it’s been worth it. Marie, despite her initial annoyances, is growing on me. She’s an innocent, a child who doesn’t yet understand the world she’s been thrust into. But Elena… Elena knows. And that’s why I need her to focus onourfamily.

I want children. A lot of them. Sons to continue my legacy. Daughters to protect. I want to build something permanent withher, something that ties us together in more than just name. She knows it too, and I can sense her softening, becoming more open to the idea. Until that day comes, I’m more than happy to keep practicing—over and over again. Each night is another lesson for her, and she’s learning well. Too well, perhaps, because there are times I don’t want to leave her bed.

Like this morning. After bending her over the bed and fucking her until I’m spent, I watch her, breathless and flushed, her body still begging for more. There’s a part of me that wants to give in, to lose myself in her again, to forget the world outside this room. But I can’t stay here all day, no matter how tempting the idea. I have responsibilities. I’m the boss, and my men need me.

She watches me as I get dressed, her eyes lingering on me, wanting. It’s flattering—no, it’s more than that. It stirs something dark inside me, something possessive. She’s mine. I’ll always be the one she looks at like that. No one else will ever have her.

Marie is waiting downstairs, ready for school, and I watch as Elena takes her hand, my men flanking them as they leave. Even though they have a driver, I’ve made sure they’re surrounded by guards every step of the way. I’m not taking any chances. Not with them. I’ve come too far to lose now.

After they’re gone, I have to shake myself back into focus. I can’t be distracted by thoughts of Elena and what I want to do to her later. There’s work to be done. The cooks have my coffee ready, and I stop at the cafe down the street for a bagel. My morning ritual. But even as I walk through the motions, my mind keeps drifting back to her. Part of me wants to turn around, to be back inside her, to hear her moan my name again.

But I push the thoughts aside. I’m in charge, and I have more important things to handle.

Today, it’s about securing territory. After my cousin took over most of this city, we’ve made plenty of enemies. We’re expanding, but with expansion comes risk. The corner boys need to be situated in their new territories, and the shop owners still owe us a protection tax. I can’t let any cracks appear in the foundation. I have something to lose now—something precious—and I won’t let that happen. Not to her.

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