Page 25 of Claimed By the Mobster
“Ben.” She tilts her hips and I go deeper. “More.”
“Six months,” I grumble. “You kept this from me for six months. Fromthepussy I own. And now you’re making demands.”
We’re so close I feel her smirk as much as see it as she digs her heels into my buttocks. We both know that I’m rewriting history in the most ludicrous manner. But right now all I can think is that she’s mine, andI could have lost her.
If I’d got out of my own idiot way, I could have claimed her months ago and she’d never have woken to fear and death.
“Sorry, kingpin. I should have got myself kidnapped sooner.” She rakes her nails across my back rough enough to make me hiss. “Punish me for it.”
“I will.” Gathering her hair up, I pull to reveal her tender creamy throat. I bite her. Then I slam in hard. She cries out.
I don’t ask if she’s okay. She is, and this is a punishment. It’s supposed to have a sweet edge of pain. Again and again I thrust, using her pussy to spiral myself towards release. I’m marking her in the most primal way, sucking love bites onto her jawline and I grip the soft curve of her hip brutal enough that my fingers will leave bruises. I don’t care.No. I’m gleeful that she’ll see these marks, and her cunt will be sore and used, and she’ll know she belongs to me.
The pleasure is making me crazy. I’m so obsessed with her. This is far too fast and hard for her first time, but watching every expression on her face gives me permission to use her hot wet slit to make myself feel good.
So I do. I take her forcibly, pushing the sensitive tip of my cock right into her, shoving up against the top of her passage, over and over.
“You’re being such a good girl for me,” I say, looking into her eyes, drowning in that blue as she whimpers in response. “You like being taken like this, don’t you, my pretty girl?”
“You feel…” She trails off into a moan.
“What?” I demand.
“Huge inside me. You’ve…” Her breath comes out in pants.
“Go on.” I’m swelling inside her further.
“Found a whole new part of my body…” Tossing her head, she’s struggling to keep the thought straight. I thrust harder, an incentive to continue and a punishment for not focusing on what I’ve asked her. I can feel her begin to tense and it’s ecstasy like I’ve never felt.
“I love…” The rest of her declaration is lost in a cry of pleasure as she grasps the back of my head, and holds me to her, her pussy clamps down on my cock in waves. She’s coming on my cock. My girl, made speechless by how we are together.
My brain short circuits. Orgasm steals up on me without warning, pulled from me by the words she almost said and the sensation of her milking the come from me.
“I’m going to fill you up,” I choke out.
“Yes, Ben.” The phrase is muffled by us both wanting to kiss.
One thrust more, and I lodge myself as deep as I can and it spurts out of me in wave after wave that wrack my body. She gasps as we grip each other, me holding her arse and her keeping my forehead pressed to hers. I’m cross-eyed, but I can see her blue eyes as I spill right against her womb.
“Take it all, darling.”
She lets out a squeak of agreement and digs in her nails enough to hurt. Another wave hits me at the feel of her claiming me, and I’m spent. Drained. As my orgasm ebbs away, I lift her and fall back onto my office chair, still lodged in her.
I need skin-to-skin contact. I don’t know if I’ll ever allow her to leave my side again. She relaxes on top of me with a contented sigh, nestled on my lap.
“You stretched me open to the light. You inside me was like sunshine after a lifetime of shade. I didn’t know sex would feel like my body was finally alive.”
Holding her even closer to me, I try to swallow the tightness in my throat. Because although she’s the virgin here, or was, it’s her who is expressing how this feels. I’m living now I’m with Anwyn.
“I love you.” I never want her to doubt, so I repeat the vulnerable-making declaration. “I love you so fucking much. You’re my everything, Anwyn.”
“I never thought I’d have you,” she confesses into my shoulder. “I thought I’d tragically carry around this unrequited love for my ex-boyfriend’s dad forever. Permanent sad cat.”
Even as I wince at the reminder of Tom, I choke with laughter. But I meant it. Having Anwyn is worth any price I have to pay.
“Mr Crosse!” There’s a loud knock at the door, and my second-in-command’s panicked voice reverberates through the wood. “Sorry to let myself into the house, but I had to get hold of you.”
I frown as I spot my phone on the floor, swept away when I cleared the desk to place my girl in the centre of my life.
