“Y-yours,” she breathes out, raspy and quiet.
“Louder!”
“Yours! Oh—oh my G… Mmm.”
“It better fucking be.” I interlock my hands around her throat, using it as an anchor to increase my pace. Her back arches and her perfect fucking ass bounces onto me.
Her pussy feels fucking amazing.
“Oh my god, what am I gonna do with this good pussy, huh?”
The thrusts don’t let up as I find a rhythm, deep but slow, making sure I’m buried inside her fully with every stroke. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and her moans are loud and breathless.
Anyone could walk by and hear me tearing her pussy apart. Hear her yelling my name to the heavens.
“That’s it. Show me what your face looks like when it feels good. Does it feel good?” When she doesn’t answer, because she can’t, I chuckle. “Nod if it feels good.” She nods, of course.
Her hand reaches up, bumping into the glass vase on the cart, knocking it on the floor. The shards fall so beautifully. I stop, picking up a piece, and when I thrust back into her, I drag it lightly down her back.
She winces and cries out.
“You gonna bleed for me again?”
She whimpers as I cut a little deeper into her skin, making a random pattern. I would carve my name, but I don’t need to, she already has that permanently on her upper stomach.
As soon as the first drop of blood trickles down her back, I pound into her harder. The crimson against her pale skin makes my cock throb. I lean down, licking the blood off her back, then slice my finger with the glass and press it to her lips.
“Suck on my finger.”
“Mmmm,” is all she manages, still struggling to speak as I thrust into her, but she doesn’t open her mouth.
“Suck.”
Finally, she takes my finger into her mouth, sucking the blood, and eventually biting down when I pull out of her and slam back in.
“Mmm, now your whole body is mine, including your blood, as mine is yours.”
I notice a few tears running down her face at the intensity of my thrusts, just like I promised there would be.
“I love it when you cry for me.”Thrust.
I grab a fistful of her hair to turn her head towards me. I kiss her nose, then her cheek, then her eyelid. “You’re so pretty when you’re coming apart on my dick.”
Thrust.
Chapter 49
BLADE
The last sentence of my speech is finally here. “Thank you so much for the opportunity and I promise to lead with strength, honor, and a commitment to the group.”
As the crowd erupts into cheers, I nod appreciatively, letting the noise wash over me. With a final wave, I step off the stage, feeling the weight of my new role settling onto my shoulders. This is the beginning of a new era.
I navigate through the crowd, and the roar of their voices fade into a distant hum, replaced by the buzz of my thoughts. I shouldn’t be freaking out in my mind right now, but I am, anyone would be. Officially being sworn in as president of a multi-billion dollar crime syndicate is a lot for even the toughest of men. Hundreds of lives are now in my hands.
I need to find Amelia, she’s the only one who can calm me down and silence my screaming thoughts.
What if I fail?