Page 16 of Debt to the Mafia King
I swallowed hard, my throat working as I caught my first sight of him naked before he fell back on top of me.
“Not a sound,” he whispered, his hand moved between our bodies as he guided himself to my entrance. He nudged forward an inch, barely breaching my body.
“You’re so tight, Printsessa. Hold on to me.” The words had barely left his mouth before he flexed forward. His hips snapped in a powerful thrust.
Pain radiated through me. He was too big. Too thick and too long, and it felt like I was too full. Crying out, I clung to him. My nails dug into his shoulders so hard that I knew I might have drawn blood.
“Sssh.” He smoothed his hand down my cheek. “You took me so well, Printsessa.” Viktor’s lips found the corner of my mouth. “But no more sound now. I’m going to make you cum now, but you will not utter a sound. Is that clear?”
I nodded. Oh, it was clear, but I wasn’t sure it was doable.
“Such a good girl for me.” He smoothed his hand through my hair, almost gently, but there was nothing gentle about the way he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into me again.
All the way to the hilt. The force of it pushed me up the bed toward the headboard, and it was only his hands on my face and head that kept me in place.
The pace was punishing. Over and over again, he almost slipped from my body completely, only to slam back in. There was nowhere to go for any kind of reprieve, and even if there was, I wasn’t sure I wanted to get away from the onslaught.
Every time he entered my body, it felt like my nerve endings were being assaulted. It was a pleasure bordering on pain, and it turned me on in a way I had never experienced before. My body convulsed around him, the pressure building and building, but never quite breaking.
“Printsessa.” He groaned again as he buried his face in my hair and increased his pace. “You feel so fucking good, and you take me so well.”
In my chest, my heart fluttered. I liked the praise more than I expected to, but not nearly as much as I liked the feel of my pussy stretching around him.
My legs locked around his waist. I met every one of his thrusts with one of my own. Our bodies met with a hot, wet sound.
“Viktor,” I whispered, and the sound of his name was almost lost in the ragged sound of our mingled breaths.
His eyes flashed, almost like I had done something wrong. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out again because he had said I needed to be silent. But one look into his dark eyes, and I knew that wasn’t it.
He told me to be quiet, but he didn’t want me to be. He wanted to make me cry and scream. This was all a game to him.
Gripping my waist, he reared upward. Fucking me hard and fast. And in this position, I couldn’t move. All I could do was lie half on the bed with my lower half wrapped aroundhim and let him use me.
Over and over again, he slammed into me, and the entire time, his eyes never left mine. He gauged my every reaction. It should have made me self-conscious, but I was too far gone for that.
He bit his lip, and his eyes darkened. He didn’t need to say anything to tell me that he was close and fighting it. This gorgeous man, probably the most dangerous man I was ever going to meet, was literally coming apart because of me. It made me feel powerful in a way I never had before.
“Leah,” he grumbled my name, lifting my ankles over my shoulders, he surged forward. Fucking me hard and fast with jerky movements that made my insides clench,
The tight burning knot of pleasure grew even tighter. My whole body shook. This position was too deep. It hit every single part inside me and sent me crashing over the edge. I fell, biting my lip to stop from screaming as I fell and fell and fell.
There was no end in sight. There was only him and the solidness of his body as he fell on top of me. His small groans muffled as he crashed his lips down on me to muffle my screams of pleasure.
Once, twice, three times he thrust into my body before he reeled backwards, tearing his body from mine. He began to fist his cock hard, his handsome face strained as he stared down at me.
Reaching down, he pinched my throbbing clit between his thumb and finger, forcing me into the third orgasm since he had broken into my home. And I didn’t care, I didn’t care what he did as long as he kept touching me like he was, because this was pleasure.
Something thick and hot hit my stomach, and then another thick strand of his cum hit my left breast. Over and over, he covered me in his seed.
“Next time you will swallow it,” he said through gritted teeth. “Or I’ll fill you so full of it that it drips out of you for hours afterwards.”One last swirl of his thumb on my clit, and he finally let me drop to the bed, completely spent. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Printsessa?” Falling to the side, he began to trace shapes across my naked skin, swirling the cum that coated me all over my body.
“You’d look so pretty like that, with my cum dripping from your body,” he said dreamily.
I risked a glance at him only to find his eyes were shutting.
Next time?
“I’m gonna to go and—” I was about to say clean up, but his arms pulled me down and wrapped themselves around me.
