Page 13 of Mafia Queen

“Nessuno,” I whispered.

“Yes. He said your name while his blood stained the fucking ground.”

Higher and higher my body climbed, his touch pushing me toward the edge. Never would I have imagined I harbored this kind of darkness deep within me. But picturing all my demons falling one by one, dying, withering away painfully, gave me strength. It felt like my soul was feeding on the deaths of others, strengthening me. And paired with the wicked touch of the man who owned me wholly, it was euphoric.

He tugged at my nipple, earning a moan from my lips.

“I told you, Doe. You’re mine. You’re my woman. I won’t stop until I’ve killed each and every one of those fuckers who desecrated your body.” He pressed his hard cock against my ass. “I won’t stop until I’ve buried the bones of those who broke you.”

With a quick tug and a twist of my arm, he forced me to turn so I could face him. A breath escaped me when I saw the power, the hunger, the absolute need for control painted all over his beautiful face.

“On your knees.”

It wasn’t a request.

Slowly, I lowered myself to my knees, my body electrified and squirming with anticipation. With hooded eyes, I watched as he unbuckled his pants, pulling his cock free. I didn’t move. Even though I wanted nothing more than to taste him, I’d done this dance before. I knew not to be greedy. To be patient.

“One day, you’ll be the queen you’re meant to be. I’ll make sure of it.” He started to work his cock, slowly moving his fist to a steady rhythm. “But until then, I’m going to appreciate every second you spend on your knees in front of your king.”

A moan left my lips when he grabbed me behind my neck, jerking me forward while he guided his cock to my mouth. The second I tasted him, I couldn’t stop the moans that followed. I never thought I’d one day love serving a man in such an intimate, submissive way. For such a long time, feeling the way I felt now was never an option for me.

His hand remained at the back of my skull, urging me back and forward while I licked and sucked, savoring every inch of him.

I placed my hands on his hips, my fingers softly caressing the clefts of the prominent V below his navel. The scent of wild spice, sex, and cum surrounded us, and it only added fuel to the fire already burning in my core.

“My sweet, innocent Doe,” he murmured, and I looked up to meet his eyes. “Suck me, lick me, make me feel good. And don’t you ever fucking forget who you belong to.”

Faster, harder, his grip behind my neck forced me to move. He pushed all the way back to my throat before releasing, allowing me to take a breath. Tears started to well in my eyes, but I couldn’t stop. I wanted more. My tongue swirled around his length before moving against the tip of his dick.

“Jesus. Fuck.” His head lolled back, low growls of pleasure letting me know he loved my lips around him as much as I loved the taste of him on my tongue.

All it took was a few more deep-throat strokes and licks before he finally lost his last ounce of self-control. He grabbed my shoulders and hoisted me up in his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist. Our lips collided. Our teeth crashed. And our tongues devoured.

Hot. Heady. Hard. And desperate. We were all hands, and lips, and moans, and sweat. I was no longer the shy slave girl who wasn’t allowed to indulge. In fact, Antonio turned me into the opposite. He turned me into a woman who knew what she wanted, what made her feel good. This was me being that woman, giving to my king what he needed while I took from him what I needed.

Antonio moved, and I gasped when my back hit the wall, the warmth of my skin crashing against the cold concrete. As he reached between us, my body readied itself, priming me to take him. To take all of him.

“I will spill more blood for you, Doe. I’ll turn our enemies’ blood into a goddamn river for you.” And then with one hard, determined thrust, he pushed his cock inside me, my body assaulted by the force. Thrust after thrust Antonio claimed me, filled me, took ownership of my body. My mind, my soul, my everything was completely consumed by him and how good it felt to be possessed by him.

He moved in and out of me, his hands cupping my ass while he kept me steady against the wall.

“Say it again,” I whispered by his ear, out of breath.

A loud cry slipped from my lungs when he sank his teeth into my shoulder, the pain pushing me right to the edge. “I’ll kill them all for you, Doe.” His breathing was labored, out of rhythm as he kept pounding into me. “But not him. Not Vadik.” Soft lips brushed against my ear. “He will die by your hand.”

And then I came. Loud, hard, and out of control, I came, my body trembling and my mind spinning with incoherent thoughts of lust, desire, blood, and revenge.

The orgasm that tore through me seemed like it would never stop. I was sure it would break me in half. I weaved my fingers through the hair at the back of his head, my pussy gripping him tightly.

As I started to come down from the high, he reached the pinnacle of his release. Low, guttural moans echoed in my ear, our bodies molded together as one.

Seconds became minutes as we remained still, silent. There was only one thing replaying in mind over and over and over again.

“He will die by your hand.”

Chapter 7

Antonio

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