Page 126 of Dirty Mafia Sinner
“Don’t move until I say so.”
I slap her once on one cheek, a second time on the other, and then without warning, thrust my cock inside as I sink a finger into her ass. “Ride me while I kiss you.”
I raise my head and claim her lips. She jerks in surprise, and then groans, my cock and finger going deeper.
She sets the tempo, until my control slips and I begin bucking into her, my finger penetrating deeper and deeper and her movements growing more frantic.
I feel hereverywhere. Lips, pussy, ass.
With care, I insert a second digit, and she hisses, clenching around me.
“You’re beautiful even here,” I murmur. “Look at how sweetly your body accepts mine. Do you feel what you do to me, baby? You and you alone? I’ll never tire of you, will I?”
And I’m never fucking letting you go.
I thrust into her, and her eyes gloss over. “That’s my girl. Come for me, now, Riley.”
And she does, shattering into pieces as she grinds down hard onto me.
I’m shaking as I flip her onto her stomach and sink into her ass with such force, she pushes forward on the mattress. I hesitate a few seconds, letting her catch her breath. But my breaking point’s quickly approaching.
I rub her clit as I pound into her, cursing as I go, my cock swelling larger than life inside her. “Goddamn it. Jesus. Holy fuck.”
The moment she surrenders is the moment my world shifts. “Mine, mine, mine,” I chant like an asshole. “Every fucking part of you.”
I shout her name as I come. “Riley.”
She falls limp beneath me, breathing raggedly.
I withdraw, and then half walk, half stagger to the bathroom. Returning, I wipe a warm washcloth across her before cleaning myself off.
“What now,” she whispers when I return from disposing of it.
I gather her into my arms and pull her into me. “Now, we take a break from the world for a while.”
CHAPTER 27
RILEY
Shouting wakes me.
I sit up in bed, immediately aware I’m alone.
“Get your ugly mug out of my face,” a man bellows.
I hurry into the hallway and peer down into the living area. Two guards lay immobile on the floor as Alessandro and another man fight in a full-on brawl.
“I’ll kill you,” the prisoner cries out, body-slamming Alessandro and taking him to the floor.
“Not if I kill you first, you son of a bitch.”
I race for the stairs and drum down them. By the time I reach the living room, both men are on their feet. Alessandro faces me, his expression furious. He punches the man, sending his head pitching sideways. Blood splatters across the tile.
There’s a brief pause as the intruder recovers. And then the battle’s on.
My fingers clench into a fist as I hover helplessly nearby.
“Your men tied me to a hotel bed for days, you control freak.”
