Page 49 of The Club

I buck against the hard cock lying along the cleft of my bare ass, then I snap my head back. My attacker has anticipated this and has his face alongside mine.

“You’re only turning me on more,” comes rasping into my ear.

Half of me already knew it was Dominic, but even hearing his voice isn’t enough to get my heartrate down.

He covers my mouth with his hand, sets his lubed cock against my hole, and pushes inside. Fear and vague, breathless, excited horror crash through me as he penetrates me. I choke and gasp as my body is forced to accommodate him.

When he’s fully seated, his swollen balls pressing against my ass, he pauses there, breathing hard against the side of my neck. As he pants against me, his cock hard and thick and deep inside me, my own swells.

Fear still prickles along my skin. Horror still rolls darkly inside me. But I love it. I love it so much.

With his hand still clamped on my mouth, Dominic starts to fuck me. His other hand shoves my leg up so he can get deeper. His hips snap forward, his cock punching into me.

He’s frustrated. Angry. It’s not enough, fucking me like this. He pulls free and yanks my hips up until I’m on my knees. Dominic positions himself behind me.

“Don’t say a fucking word,” he snarls and shoves back inside.

I don’t say a word, but I do moan as he fucks me hard and deep. The horror is receding, but it still casts a dark thrill over the moment. With the blackout curtains shut, I can’t see anything. I can only feel the way he uses my body, pounding into me, hitting my prostate again and again until I come. I scream with it, clenching and bucking on his cock.

He snarls, furious, and keeps fucking me. My hands fist the sheets as the onslaught continues and the dark horror rolls through me again. My body rebels. I try to pull away. Dominic’s grip on my hips turns brutal.

“You can fucking handle it,” he grits out and keeps pounding.

I start to moan as a wave of deep arousal rolls through me. My cock stiffens again. I bite the sheets as my body coils tight again. He’s milking me now, driving into my prostate, making me leak against the mattress as my cockhead brushes the sheets.

He pounds hard, close now, and when his cock kicks inside me, spurting hot cum, I scream and ejaculate again. Dominic holds tightly as I thrash, my cock spurting wildly, my body beyond my control—just how I like it.

The aftershocks have us spasming against each other. Then Dominic’s grip loosens on my hips. He pulls out and hauls my limp body away from the mess. He settles us on our sides, his arms wrapping around me, and pushes his semi-hard cock back inside me, claiming every possible point of connection.

He’s quiet for so long that I think he’s fallen asleep, then he kisses the back of my neck.

“Why didn’t you answer my text?” I ask.

“I couldn’t. I was in the middle of shit.”

“Are you okay?”

He stops breathing. He freezes, like he doesn’t know how to respond to that.

“Dominic? Are you okay?”

He shudders so hard against me that I grip his forearm where it’s banded around my ribcage. His cock is still inside me. It starts thickening again, but I don’t react to it. I want to talk to him.

After a while, he says, “A lot of shit got stirred up when my father died. People are testing me, looking for advantage. I’ve been taking out a lot of trash.”

I don’t know a lot about Dominic’s businesses, though I know they’re similar to Dante’s. Their fathers used to be business partners before falling out. It’s a bunch of white collar crime mixed in with legitimate enterprise. The Capellis also have mafia connections and some street business. I’m sure it’s a lot to manage, especially while he’s establishing his position at the top of it all.

My business is simpler. Nightclub. Sex club. The occasional murder to let off steam.

“How much danger are you in?” I ask.

“Not much. I just have a lot of work to do. Were you upset that I didn’t show up?”

“I bet you can guess.”

He chuckles against the back of my neck. His cock is hard inside me now. I make a sound of contentment. His hand glides from my ribs to my side then down to my flank.

“Such a greedy hole.”

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