Page 48 of Dove

“Oh fuck. Look at you.” His voice was raspy. Deep with appreciation. It was intoxicating, knowing someone wanted me like this. That he was desperate to claim me. Still, he didn’t touch me. Making me just as desperate for him. I wiggled my hips again, trying to force him to touch me.

I fisted the sheets and groaned in frustration when his fingers brushed over the curve of my ass with a feather-light touch. His chuckle tickled my skin as he bent forward. His teeth sank into the plump flesh of my ass.

I screamed and tried to crawl away when the pain coursed through me. But Maddox gripped my hips tightly, bruising and keeping me in place. He smacked the bite as his warmth retreated again. There would be no getting away from him now.

“Maddox, please.” I whimpered as I thrust my hips back. I couldn’t take it anymore. He’d been torturing me since we’d walked in the door. I knew I deserved it. Knew it was stupid to try and get away from him. Every minute he waited drove me insane. I needed to feel him. Needed to come.

“So greedy.” He laughed again as another slap came down on my ass. Fuck. Was this his plan? To keep me on the edge all night. Was this my punishment?

Just as I worried I was in for a long night, he stepped between my spread thighs. I jumped at the contact when the head of his cock dragged through my dripping pussy. I closed my eyes.

It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. I tried to shift back and take him in. Tried to relieve the ache between my legs. But that wasn’t what I’d given him permission to do tonight. I let out a shaky breath as he pressed against the tight, untouched ring of muscle.

Holy fucking shit.

My breath caught in my lungs, and my focus narrowed to where he was splitting me open. Only an inch, and I felt like I was being ripped apart. I couldn’t do this. I tensed when his husky voice startled me. “Tell me why. Why do you want me to fuck this ass?”

This was the softer Maddox. The one that always drew me in. He rubbed soothing circles on my back as he waited for me. It had to be killing him to hold still like this. To not take. Claim.

It made me want him more. Knowing that he could do this for me. That he could be soft. For me. Only me.

I tossed my hair over one shoulder as I turned to look at him. His jaw was clenched; the corded muscles in his neck taut. His eyes intense, burning into me. I bit my lip and took a shuddering breath. “Because it’s yours. I want to give you something no one else has ever had. I want you to own all of me. I want to be marked as yours forever.”

It was the truth. My obsession was just as deep as his. As much as I was his, he was mine. I was ready to accept it. Own it. Be the partner he needed.

A wicked, possessive smile crossed his face, but before I could smile back, he gripped my hips and thrust. He slid in another inch easily as I stopped fighting. I pushed back, taking him where no one ever had.

The pain and pressure blurred my vision. But there was also a dark pleasure. A forbidden bliss. My legs trembled, and my breath came in pants as another orgasm built inside me.

“Cazzo,you’re perfect.” He thrust again, and I felt myself squeezing around him, trying to push him out as much as I pulled him in. His fingers flexed on my hips with the effort to go slowly. I arched and moaned as he pushed further. “There you go, my little slut. Don’t fight. Take it. Take my cock in your ass.”

I wanted him to claim me. I wanted him to bury himself so deeply inside me that when I moved, all I felt was Maddox. I wanted the pain. The pleasure. I wanted to be his.

“Maddox, please. I want it. I want the pain.” I moaned as I shoved back, pushing more of his cock into my ass. The pain just the right side of being too much.

I could practically hear his control snap as I begged him. Maddox’s fingers dug into my hips as he slammed me back against him, burying himself as deep as he could go. I screamed in pleasure and intense pain as he impaled me on his cock. He groaned as he pulled out and pumped into me again. My hands slipped on the sheets as I tried to find purchase from his brutal thrusts. My moans and whimpers were loud and raw as he frantically fucked me.

His grunts were animalistic as he claimed what was his. As he used and abused my body. Bringing us both closer to our release. It was exactly what I wanted. Dirty. Wrong. Depraved. Instinct.

No one else mattered. Not my ex, who’d called me a freak. Or anyone else that would judge us. There were no societal expectations. There was only us.

He slammed in again, and my spine snapped straight as I reached the edge of another orgasm. Just as I felt the first tightening of it, Maddox ripped from my body.

“Maddox!” I shouted in surprise. In one smooth motion, he flipped me over and slammed back into my ass.

“That’s right, little dove, say my fucking name.” He growled, feral in his need to claim me. “I want to look into your gorgeous eyes while I take your ass. I want to see you come apart for me like the good little slut you are.”

My eyes flew wide as my lips parted on another scream as he pulled out of me again. It was too tight. Too rough. Tears leaked from my eyes at the brutal treatment. Brutal and perfect. Maddox leaned forward, his tongue coming out to lick away the tears. I turned my head into his, feeling myself fall for him. Needing more of his skin on mine.

“You’re so fucking tight. So fucking perfect.” He grunted as he slammed into me again and again. I could feel my toes tingling. My body tensing. I was going to come. I was going to come while a mafia murderer fucked my ass. And holy shit, I loved it. “You’re mine. Say it.”

“Fuck Maddox! I’m yours.” I screamed as I came.

I felt him everywhere as he buried himself deep inside me. I squeezed around him. My nails digging into his back as I arched and moaned. Colors burst behind my eyes as more wetness flooded out of me. My body tensed and released as the last waves of pleasure washed over me.

Maddox cursed into his own release. I felt the warm liquid gushed down as he filled me with his cum. It dripped out of my ass as he collapsed, burying his face in my neck. He placed a possessive hand on my throat as if he wanted to feel the ragged breaths I took.

For long minutes we stayed just like that. Enjoying the little aftershocks working through our bodies. I relished the feel of him inside me. The feel of his sweaty skin clinging to mine. I traced soft circles on his back. Skimming across the hard muscles in his shoulders. I rubbed my hands there, the hair at the nape of his neck. Maddox touched me just as softly. Rubbing lightly over the bite marks and cuts he’d left on my skin.

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