Page 55 of Owned by the Italian Mafia Boss
“Carmine. I’m…I’m…”
“Yes, that’s it, Sweetling. Come.”
On his command, unable to disobey, I do as he says and shatter. My muscles clamp around him as spasms work their way through my body.
He spreads my legs apart and aligns his chest with mine, kissing me again before his breath becomes unsteady and sharp. Carmine groans and gasps. “Ah, fuck, Delilah.”
He plants himself as far as he can and fills me with every stream; he thrusts harder, wanting to claim my womb.
When he is done, he doesn’t roll off me. Instead, he kisses me tenderly, slow and easy, both of us trying to catch our breath. Our bodies shake from the explosive orgasms, and without breaking the connection between us, he moves us up the bed.
“We’ll fall asleep like this, so nothing drips free,” he says, wrapping his arms around me and kissing the side of my forehead.
I don’t know why that makes me smile, but it does. Maybe this life with him won’t be so bad. Maybe we will be happy.
“Are you okay?” he asks me, trailing his hands up and down my arms. “Did I hurt you?” he asks.
I sigh in contentment, not ever wanting this moment to end. I’m falling in love with him, and I want nothing more than to tell him, but I can’t. I want us to tell one another when sex isn’t involved. Only loving me while he’s inside me isn’t love.
It’s just sex. It’s use. It’s a transaction between two people, as we originally agreed upon.
“No. You didn’t hurt me. I mean, it hurt at first, but it doesn’t hurt anymore. It felt good. Really good,” I admit, and I’m happy he can’t see my face because I blush, suddenly feeling shy.
“You feel amazing. I’m addicted.” He presses a kiss against my shoulder, and I involuntary contract my muscles around him. Carmine hisses, gripping my hip with force. “You better stop if you don’t want another round.”
“Who said I didn’t? You’re the one who stopped. Do you think you can go again? Is your age catching up to you?” I tease, wanting to take it a step further. “You probably can’t keep up with a young woman like me. Maybe one of your brothers can help me out.”
He flips me onto my back; this time, both hands are wrapped around my neck, squeezing tightly. I can’t breathe, and my entire body reacts. I love it.
“You fucking dare bring my brothers into our bed while it’s my come inside you, my cock, me with my hands wrapped around your throat. It’s your virgin blood on me.” His cock is still solid as he begins to thrust. Lifting me by my neck, he tosses me off his length and throws me onto my stomach. His hand shoves my face into the mattress, and I struggle, wanting to get away but driving him crazy.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” He wraps my hair around his wrist. “And to think I was going to take it easy on you because you were a virgin, but now I’m wondering if you just want to be my slut.” He grips my hips to keep me still enough for him to thrust inside me.
“Yes,” I groan, loving this position, loving the sting of pain from losing my virginity.
“Bring my brothers into this bed again, and I will make sure you can’t walk for a fucking week, Delilah. Do you want them?” he sneers, driving unapologetically into me again. “Are you imagining them inside you right now?” I hear the insecurity in his voice. It’s barely there, a slight hitch in his throat, but it’s there. “No one will be able to fuck you better than me,” he threatens. “And I will kill them if they ever laid a hand on you. You know I would.”
My screams are muffled by the mattress. I move up the bed with every thrust until my head hangs over it.
“They will never get the chance to touch you like I am!” he roars, thrusting harder, and the urge to come hits me full force. All I feel is pressure. It builds and builds until I don’t think I can take anymore. I turn my head to look at him, but he shoves me back down. “You don’t get to watch me fuck you.”
“I don’t want them! I don’t.” I shake my head, my fingers curling over the edge of the mattress. “I only want you. I only wanted to make you angry.”
He yanks me back by tugging my hair, bringing his lips to my ear. “I am. Mission accomplished. I’m furious, Delilah. Tell me again. Tell me you only want me. Tell me it’s my cock that you want. No one else’s.”
“Yours, Carmine. I’m yours. I’m yours. Oh, God, I’m so close.”
“You come when I tell you to, damn it. You better not come, or I won’t fuck you again for weeks.”
“Carmine,” I pout. “That’s not fair.”
“Life’s not fair. I don’t give a fuck what you have to say right now.” He continues to batter me, his cock plummeting in and out, his sack slapping against me while I hold in my orgasm. Tears brim my eyes, and a burn begins to spread through my stomach.
“I have to, please,” I sob. “Carmine. Carmine. Carmine,” I chant his name with his every thrust.
I’ll have bruises on my ass from how hard he is holding me, but I don’t care. I want them. I want every mark he wants to give me.
“You’re not so sweet, but this pussy is,” he grabs my cheeks and thrusts me back, fucking me harder. He pauses, shouting his pleasure as he comes. “Now, Delilah. Now!”
