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Pleasure bursts within me at his gentle praise. I press my tongue along the underside of his cock and suck as I glide up along his length, then swirl it as I glide back down.

"Fucking hell." His hips buck, driving him deeper into my mouth and making me choke. But I don't pull back. I want to choke. I want to not be able to breathe. I want to be at his mercy.

I hum and moan, my hand cups his heavy balls and the other skates down and into my shorts to slip a finger into myself. I'm not surprised to find the wetness already soaking the gusset of my underwear.

His hands fists my hair, and on my next downward slide, he pushes my head down. Then he pulls my head back up, using me like a rag doll.

"Is this okay?" he grits, trying to hold back in case I'm not enjoying this.

My heart clenches at his care and tenderness, even though he's starting to tremble, trying to remain in control.

My eyelashes flutter shut, and I nod, humming.

"You're so fucking perfect," he rasps.

Then he unleashes, fucking my mouth. I give myself completely over to his control, wholeheartedly trusting him, knowing he wouldn't hurt me, not in this.

I lose myself in him—the knowledge I'm giving him pleasure, the sounds he makes, the way he touches me. Drool drips down my chin and pools at the base of his cock, dripping to run down his balls.

I'm hypersensitive to everything. The way my body is flushed with heat, the pulsing andthrobbingin my core. The feel of his big hands gripping my head and controlling the pace and depth of him fucking my mouth. His big dick filling my mouth and pushing into the back of my throat to make me choke.

My eyes roll back in my head, and my muscles tighten, feeling on the precipice of an orgasm. I feel him thicken, and I'm breathless, anticipating the feel his cum pulsing into my mouth. A rush of euphoria floods me.

The thought of sitting back on my heels, my face tilted up as he looms over me, jerking that big cock and spurting cum on my face, tongue, and chest nearly tips me over the edge.

When Massimo pulls me roughly off his cock and pushes me back, I think my dirty vision and desire are about to be fulfilled.

But then he's lifting me like a limp rag doll into his lap. He rips my loose, baggy shorts off my body, then slams me down onto his cock. I'm not even participating in the act; it's all him lifting and slamming my body down as I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on to his neck.

His strong fingers dig into my hips, and I hope he leaves bruises. My orgasm has already started to swell, already primed from giving him head. As Massimo lifts my body up and down along his long length—using my body to give both of us so much pleasure—my climax hits me hard.

Ecstasy roars through me, and I cry out his name.

"Mine." He thrusts up into me like a madman as he slams me down on him, destroying me in the best way possible. "You're.Fucking. Mine."

His claim washes over me. The result is that another orgasm is rapidly building as Massimo losescompletecontrol.

He tosses me onto the bed, then is on me, instantly driving back in deep. It's like he's a wild animal rutting into me, and I'm here for it.

My nails score down his back as I claw to get him closer, like I want to burrow under his skin.

His arms cage me in as he grips my head, tilting my head so I'm looking at him, and his eyes have a depraved glint. Then he growls, "Mine," and erupts inside of me.

The thought of his cum pulsing into me, coating my walls, causes my orgasm, this one nearly splitting me in half in the best way possible.

In the aftermath, staring up at Massimo looming over me, looking down intently like he's trying to see into my soul, I'm nearly split in half again, but not in the same way as with my orgasm.

No, right now, I nearlybreak.

Because I just realized that, despite all my warnings to myself that I couldn't, I've fallen in love with the dark, dangerous man above me.

And even though he's told me I'm his, deep down, I know it's impossible.

Chapter 48

Massimo

"Isupposeitwouldbe severely frowned upon if I killed an ally as one of my first acts as your second-in-command?" Gemma mutters.

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