Page 67 of Boardwalk Queen

“But I want to touch you.”

He put one knee between my legs and stroked his long, hard cock. “You begged me to fuck you for the past two months. Do you still want that?”

I bobbed my head. “Yes. Fuck me.”

“Then you follow my rules. Understand?”

I cleared my throat. “Okay.”

He smirked. “Good girl.”

I knew he wouldn’t be gentle. So when he thrust into me, filling me to the hilt without letting me adjust to his size, I expected the pain.

“Dante,” I moaned, choking on my words as he slammed into me even harder than before.

“Fuck,” he hissed, driving into me like a wild animal, showing no signs of slowing down. “Your pussy is so tight. Goddamn it.”

His head dropped for a moment, but his pace never faltered. He looked like he was trying hard to focus on anything other than how good this felt.

I was surprised he didn’t flip me onto my stomach and take me from behind. His brothers had told me stories about how he only fucked women that way. Because he didn’t want to look at them. And God forbid a woman touched him. He probably would have lost his shit.

So I dared to touch him again.

He grabbed my wrists and held them above my head. “What did I tell you?”

“You’re inside me. Why can’t I touch you?”

Annoyed, he shook his head and lifted his tie from the bed. Fucking me without mercy, he focused on binding my wrists together while he went deeper and deeper, taking me to the brink of madness.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. Then he raised my bound arms above my head and attached his tie to the headboard.

Like a savage, he pumped into me harder and raised my right leg in the air to change the angle. I loved how he could touch me anywhere he wanted, but I got punished for trying to put my hand on his chest. Not like it mattered. This was the kind of punishment I’d begged him for and only imagined in my dirty dreams.

Eventually, he had both of my legs draped over his shoulders as he fucked me so hard I thought he would leave an indent of his dick inside me.

Thankfully, it was a silk tie, so when it rubbed my skin, it didn’t hurt as much. But when Dante rocked his hips, he held me down, getting rougher with each thrust. But I couldn’t get enough of him.

Mean.

Rough.

Angry.

I would take Dante Luciano any way I could get him. The darkness inside him called to me.

The headboard banged the wall, hitting it so hard I thought we would crash through it. That didn’t slow him down one bit.

His long fingers wrapped around my throat, and his lips parted as if he were so close. I saw the same look from him not that long ago. When I had his big dick in my mouth, he had the same look of pleasure.

I squeezed my legs around him.

His eyes snapped open. “What did I tell you?”

“You’re mine, Dante. And I’m yours. So you better get used to me touching you.”

That only poked the dragon.

With Dante, I didn’t expect him to make love to me. And I didn’t expect him to be sweet. So when he unleashed his darkness on me, I screamed his name and begged for more.

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