Page 18 of Mafia Queen

Rage. Fury. Hate. Lust.

He pushed his cock between my ass cheeks. “Fuck fear. Think of the hate. Think of the rage. Think about the motherfucking pain this bastard caused you.” His one hand came up, shifting the earmuffs to cover my ear completely.

I bit my bottom lip, anger rising from my lungs, filling my chest while my body was electrified with lust, anticipation…need.

“Do you see him, Doe? Do you see Vadik? His ugly motherfucking face?” I could still hear him as he raised his voice—hard and demanding. He dragged his fingers down my spine, and I could feel him playing with his cock against my ass. “Pull the trigger, Doe.”

I tightened my hold around the gun.

“Pull the trigger.”

My finger squeezed, his cock moving between my thighs.

“Pull. The. Trigger.” Louder and louder he started to spit out his words.

His teeth grazed the skin of my shoulder, and I narrowed my eyes.

“Pull the motherfucking trigger!”

I squeezed…hard, the force of the bullet leaving the muzzle pushing my arms back, the hard thunder of the shot resonating around us. I pulled the trigger.

The bullet casing plinked on the cement floor, but the echo of the gunshot hadn’t even faded completely when Antonio abruptly grabbed my hair, swung me around, and pushed me against the wall behind us. I was only able to suck in a single breath before he slammed his cock into me, my cheek planted against the cold concrete. His big frame towered over me, his broad shoulders boxing me in between his hard body and the wall.

“Jesus Christ, Doe.” He grabbed my wrists, one hand still holding the gun, and pinned them against the wall on both sides of my face I heard the safety of the gun click before he dragged his nose up my neck. “You almost made me come when you pulled that motherfucking trigger.”

It felt so fucking good feeling him inside me, stretching my pussy so my body could accommodate him. I pushed my ass out, wanting more of him, deeper.

“That’s my greedy little doll.” He cooed in my ear while pounding into me from behind. It was nothing but raw, primal lust, the way his cock took possession of my body. With every thrust, he forced the pleasure into me, my legs trembling, my arms shaking, my mind fucking spinning. Still holding the gun in my hand, I felt bold. Strong. I glanced over my shoulder. “Fuck me,” I murmured, out of breath. “Fuck me raw. Fuck every trace of him out of me, Antonio.”

“Motherfucker.” He let go of my wrist, only to grab a fist full of my hair, pulling my head back. My lips parted, and I moaned out loud when he started to piston in and out of me. It was hard, brutal, his ruthless thrusts almost painful as it stretched my pussy. But I loved it. I wanted him to rip every remnant Vadik left behind.

I wanted him fucked out of me.

Antonio grabbed the gun from my hand, and without pulling out of me, he pulled me away from the wall then bent me forward as he slammed my body flat on a white table to our left. His fingers clawed at my hips as he pulled me back just as he banged his cock deeper into me. Our skin slapped together, and the sound mixed with the wetness between my legs was the most erotic sound I had ever heard. It fueled my lust. It poured fucking gasoline on the fire burning inside my core.

“Is this what you want, Doe? Is this how you want to be fucked?”

“Yes,” I answered without hesitation. “Hurt me. Hurt me, Antonio, so I can forget the pain he left behind. I only want yours. I only want the pain you give me.”

There was a loud smack, and the burn spread down my thigh. His palm brushed against my scorched flesh then smacked me again.

The relentless thrusts of his hips pushed my thighs hard against the edges of the table, and I was sure it left grooves in my flesh. But I liked it. I fucking loved it.

I heard the sharp tear of fabric, Antonio ripping my shirt all the way down my back. I was lost. My body was lost. There was no turning back, the start of my climax already moving down my spine.

He fucked me hard, like a savage—wild and raw. His balls slapped against my ass, his hands wrapping around my shoulders pulling me back, letting my body meet his onslaught, thrust for thrust.

“Come, Doe.”

I reached out and grabbed the edge of the table.

“I need you to come because I’m on the verge of creaming your pussy right fucking now.”

He leaned down, and I cried out when he sank his teeth into the soft flesh of my shoulder. I came. I came hard. Violently. Cum gushing down, spreading between my thighs.

“Jesus, it feels so fucking good when you come, the way your pussy squeezes my cock.”

Harder. Faster. With fierce and aggressive thrusts, I felt the way his cock jerked inside me, filling me. Within seconds, we were both out of breath, spent, and lying limp on the table.

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