Page 31 of The Boss's Temptation

“I’m going to take you now,” I growl. It’s not a request. It’s a statement. But I can tell so clearly that she wants this as badly as I do. She moans, nodding her head. I stroke myself and rub the underside of my cock against her sticky lips. I drag the head lower over her clit. She whimpers.

Slowly, I spread Katrina’s pink lips with my cock. I ease against her. My bulging crown pushes against her opening, and she whimpers. My eyes find hers, my lips inches from hers.

“I’m yours,” she whispers.

“I know you are.”

I push my head into her. She winces, gasping slightly. Her eyes lock with mine. My hand cups her jaw, and I kiss her deeply. I push into her, and I feel her open for me. Her silky pussy spreads for my fat cock. I sink into her velvety cunt, and her moans fill my ears.

I know I should take my time. I know I’m her first. Christ, if there was any doubt in my mind about that before, it’s gone the second I slide into her. She’s so damn tight. Her pussy stretches obscenely around my big dick as I push into her. I keep pushing, giving her every inch. I kiss her deeply, but I don’t stop until my heavy balls are pressed to her ass.

I grind into her. Katrina gasps and throws her head back. Her eyes roll back in pleasure. A low whine of bliss falls from her mouth. I growl and bite at her neck. My hand grips her thigh and pins her to the bed. My cock slips out and then thrusts right back in. I saw into her and grind deep. I feel her hot pussy fluttering and gripping around me.

“Micheal!” she moans. She’s so wet and slick. I groan, lost in my lust for her. I thrust hard into her pussy. I pound my cock deep, in and out. Her moans get louder and more desperate. Her silky pussy grips me tightly, and her wetness drips all over me.

I rut into her hard and deep; utterly claiming her. I know I should go slower, but it’s impossible. I’m barely hanging on to my humanity as it is. It’s like she brings a beast out inside of me. She lets loose an animal lust. She makes me want to rut into her and fuckingbreedher.

I’m still cupping her cheek as I fuck her harder. My thumb traces her lips. She moans and eagerly wraps them around my thumb, making my cock jump. She moans, and her eyes lock with mine. She sucks my thumb and takes every inch of my thick cock as deep as I can fucking get it.

I watch her face, and I can see her start to lose it. I can see her start to come. I groan deeply.

“Give it to me, Katrina,” I hiss. “Give me that orgasm. Let me feel you come for me.”

My hand slides down her jaw. My thumb slips from her mouth. I grip her throat—not dangerously, but hard enough to make her whimper and gasp. Her eyes widen even more. Pure desire blooms in her face. I feel her pussy gripping down on me. It’s like she’s jerking me off with her walls, and my control breaks in two.

Like a beast, I start to pound her hard. Her squealing moans of pleasure fill the room. Her body is mine to claim. Mine to dominate. Her hips rock up against me. My balls begin to tighten with the desire to come, and I know I can’t hold back.

I snarl and pound into her hard as I grip her throat. Her lithe little body suddenly jerks and bucks against me. Her eyes roll back as she screams in pleasure. And suddenly, she’s comes for me. I can’t hold back another second. I bury my cock in her spasming, freshly deflowered pussy. My mouth bruises to hers. And I start to come.

My sticky cum spills deep onto her pussy. It floods into her, so hard and so fast that it begins to spurt and leak out from around my cock. Katrina moans and claws at my back. Her knees clamp around my hips. She kisses me, and I’ve honestly never once felt a woman kiss me like that.

I never want to pull away from her. I never want to stop kissing her. I never want my cock tonotbe as deep in her as I can be. And right now, that’s exactly where I’m going to stay.

12

Katrina

I feelsafe in a way I’ve never felt before. Outside, the rain has started again. But in the pool house bedroom, I’m warm and content, and safe. I’m lying in Micheal’s arms. We’re sitting up in bed; his back to the headboard, mine to his chest. His muscled arms circle me and draw me close. His big hands hold me possessively.

What just happened has happened in my dreams a thousand times. I’ve fantasized about my mystery hero from the day of the fire countless times. I’ve imagined him stripping my clothes away and taking me more times than I can remember. But what just happened here with Micheal is better than any dream. It’s miles beyond any fantasy.

And the wildest part is that the man who really just took me is the same man who’s taken me in my dreams all those thousands of times. I just never knew who he was. But now I do. A few days ago, I was terrified. I was gripped by fear at being used as a bargaining chip to a man I was afraid of.

Growing up under my uncle’s roof, I always heard horror stories of the stone-cold, fearsome head of the Scaliami family. But I know who he really is. I know that the man holding me tightly with his lips on the back of my neck is no monster.

Ten years ago, he killed for me. He walked through fire for me and jumped out a damn window. And he didn’t even know who I was. He just did it. I spent the next decade falling in love with a ghost. But now my ghost is very much real. Real, and holding me like he might never let me go.

I snuggle into him. His lips tease my neck, and I sigh. I turn my head. Micheal’s lips find mine, and he kisses me slowly. His hand slides around my body to the front. It moves over my chest, and his fingers close around the locket on my neck.

“I dreamt of you, you know,” he murmurs softly. “Not…” he frowns slightly. “Not in that way. Not with how I remembered you so young. But I dreamt of you as my angel.”

“I wasyourangel?” I smile. “You’re the one who jumped out of a burning building with me.”

Micheal chuckles. He kisses me again and shakes his head. “I was in a bad place back then. I was angry and broken. I wasn’t in control, Katrina. I had no focus, no hope. But then I heard you that day, in trouble. I knew it wasn’t my war. But I couldn’t not act. When I found you, and when I took you from those flames, I….” He shakes his head. “I found a purpose that day. I found myself again. Because of you.”

I blush. I lean upwards, and our lips press together softly. Then deeper and harder.

“I dreamt of you all the time,” I whimper. My blush grows darker. “But I think my dreams were… different than yours,” I blurt with a hot face.

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