Page 15 of Owned By the Mob Boss
I have no right to an innocent like Isabella…
But there’s no stopping me. Her pussy grabs my shaft with every thrust. She’s so goddamn tight that even if I wanted to, I couldn’t pull out.
I kiss my way down to her tits, taking a nipple between my lips. I bite gently as I fuck her virgin cunt faster, harder. She mewls and writhes beneath me. So hot. So wet.
I’m fighting to hold myself back. I want to pound her rough, and one day I will, but not now. It’s her first time, and I have to at leasttryto be gentle with her.
“You’re not on the pill, are you?” I ask.
As I expected, she shakes her head. “Why—why would I be?”
Her pussy grabs my cock tighter than my clenched fist. She’s close again, and so am I.
“So you know what will happen when I come in you, princess?” Her eyes widen, and I nod like the devil I am. “I’ll fill you, baby. And you’ll become mine forever. You want that, don’t you?”
Her hot, wet walls clench down even tighter as I rut deeper. The entire bed is rocking as I drive my hips down.
Finally, she nods. “Yes.”
“Tell me,” I growl, snatching a fistful of her hair. “Tell me you want my cum.”
Her hole clamps even tighter still. She loves my dirty talk. And I have so much more for her.
“Come inside me, Viktor.”
Her words are all it takes to send me over the edge. A couple more strokes and my climax hits me like a beam of sun, burning through the remaining ice inside me.
I look down and watch her gorgeous body quiver as her own orgasm grips her. What a spectacular sight.
I swear I come for an hour as my balls spill every last drop of my seed inside her. As the last echoes of my release ripple through me, I keep my cock embedded as deep as it can go, making sure none of my load drips out of her.
Never did I think this would happen.
Sharing a bed with a woman? Actually caring about her?
No. Not The Ice Man. But Isabella has me melted. Changed. And as I look down at her glistening eyes and pure, gleaming skin, I know that there’s no going back.
“You’re mine now,” I tell her. “My queen. And you won’t sleep in here anymore.”
“Where will I sleep, sir?”
My lips twist into a smile. There she goes again, calling me sir. I kiss her lips gently, possessively.
“With me.”
6
ISABELLA
I wake inhis bed,my body still sweetly sore. Every muscle carries the memory of yesterday—of his hands, his mouth…
…hismonster.
And the way he claimed me completely.
My heart flutters as a brief terror grips me.Will I wake up alone? Abandoned by New York’s most feared boss?
But then I roll over.
