Page 55 of Christmas with the Mafia
He is holding me as if I will break yet tearing me apart inside, shattering any resistance I have to him—to this experience. Drawing me under his spell and controlling me in a far more devastating way.
His movements quicken and his eyes burn darker as he pushes in deeper, dragging it out, dominating me, proving he owns my body now as well as my mind. It’s a takeover that causes his enemies to fall and worship the ground he walks on. I am no different; he owns me now.
In one last attempt at wrestling back control, I push him back, rolling over until I am straddling him, his cock buried deep inside me as I move slowly, fully in control now. Riding him, cupping his face in my hands as I take charge of the situation, claiming him, owning him this time.
His smile could deflower a nun, and the wicked gleam in his eyes lifts my spirit. I take charge; he’s mine to break now, and as I ride his cock, I press my hands on his chest, feeling liberated as I take what I want from him.
Then I’m on my back again. I didn’t see that coming, and this time he makes no secret he is in charge as he tears through me like a twisting tornado. My mind spins as my body screams in ecstasy, euphoria rippling through my body as he wrecks it forever.
His hand flies to my throat as he holds me down, thrusting in and out, taking what he wants from me, the caveman now fully in charge.
It’s an assault on my senses, every single one of them, as Nico Ravera signs our contract with his cock. I am his. I may believe I have some form of control, but I never will. I get what he allows me, and when he is done, he snatches it back. His thumb presses my clit, and out of nowhere my scream echoes around the room as my body convulses into a spasm, taking me on a ride I have never joined the line for before.
One final thrust causes him to roar like a beast, and I momentarily wonder if one condom will be enough to contain the onslaught.
His body jerks, his heart beats against mine, and our sweat slides between us as nature reminds us what animals we are.
Time stutters, worlds stop spinning, and nature takes a moment to mark the occasion. My life has now changed forever because what began as a bit of fun, a game if you like, has altered now. Fake engagement, over my dead body, because now the most important thing in my life is to make this man fall madly, deeply and impossibly in love with me because I truly believe I’m there already.
There is no awkward embarrassment when he pulls me to my feet; if anything, he has become more human. His smile is a genuine one as he kisses me lightly on the lips and whispers, “I’ve been wanting to do that since the gala.”
“Same.”
I don’t care what he thinks of me because I have.
He nods toward another door.
“Come, I’ll show you the bathroom. We can clean up before dinner.”
We head naked through the door and as I step inside, I squeal and hide behind him, peering out over his shoulder at the huge panoramic window that gazes over the ocean and several security men patrolling the area.
“There’s not much privacy, is there?”
I use him as a human shield, and his low chuckle makes me smile.
“It’s fine, privacy glass. We can see out, but they can’t see in. It’s bulletproof, bombproof and hurricane proof, soyou could take a bath and stare out at Armageddon and not be affected by it.”
“Seriously?”
I venture out from behind him and head over to the window, jumping as a seabird flies dangerously close to the glass.
I notice the guards walking around the perimeter of the property, and Nico moves beside me and whispers, “Actually, I was joking. They can see everything.”
“Oh my God!”
I make to get away but he grasps my wrist and forces me flat against the glass, pushing into me from behind and as he bites my neck, I squirm in embarrassment as a helicopter hovers above the lawn, the pilot level with my eye-line.
“Nico!”
I moan as he plays my body like a musician who is at the top of his game, and he chuckles softly, “Relax, I’m messing with you. Nobody can see a thing.”
The fact that my body is tripping on adrenaline right now means I have forgotten any shame in a wave of heated lust.
He groans softly, “As much as I’d love to play with you for the foreseeable future, we are here as guests and must act accordingly. My family takes Christmas very seriously, which is why we are all under the same roof. It’s one of the rare times we are, so sadly we must revisit this later.”
He spins me around to face him, and as he kisses me deeply, I swear my toes actually curl, and when we finish, he pulls back and nods toward the shower.
“Let’s freshenup and change.”
