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I press down harder this time on impact, and my whole body shakes and my mouth falls open.

“Fuck,” he grunts as the head of his thick cock pushes past my tight barrier and my body tenses. The burning behind the action makes me hit myself again.

Shaw grips my hip tighter. “That’s it. Fucking take my cock in your virgin ass.” He pushes farther inside, his words dark and gritty. “Let me break this ass in like I did my girl’s pussy.”

His filthy words cause me to moan.

“My little Mafia princess taking her first cock in her ass.” He pushes harder, forcing my mouth to fall open. I drop my head, unable to take the overloading sensations.

Shaw wraps his hand in my hair before tugging my head back and forcing our eyes to clash in the mirror. “Fucking watch me fuck you.” His eyes bore into mine. “Watch your ass take all of me.” His frenzied gaze locks on to mine. He looks completely consumed by me, and the thought fills me with encouragement. I push back into him, causing his lips to part on a groan.

I allow him to fuck me hard, to use my ass how he pleases because I relish in making him unravel, making him crazed thinking about me belonging to him.

“Please. Fuck me hard, Shaw.” His spine bolts straight before he slams his hips back and forth, his thick cock driving into my ass, making me wince. My hand works harder, faster. “Oh shit, Shaw. Shaw, I’m...” My orgasm hits me hard.

“Fuuuuck.”Slam.“This is my ass.”Slam.“Mine.”Slam.“You’re fucking mine!” he roars and swells inside me, his hard cock pumping thick cum into my ass, and I clench around him, milking him dry.

“Yours. I’m yours...” I’m exhausted, and I know every word I spilled is the truth.

I’ll always be his.

I just hope he’ll always be mine too.

FOURTEEN

SHAW

Ipepper kisses down Emi’s neck before tugging the sheet down to her waist. Her pregnant stomach is on display for me, and my palm finds it. Bending, I whisper, “Good morning, little one.” Emi’s fingers find my hair, and I smile into her bump at how much I love it. I’m pretty convinced I love them, but guilt tugs at my heartstrings, so I pull back.

I tower above her, and her face is laced in disappointment. I hate it, and annoyance takes over my good mood.

“You’re ready for work already?”

I’m not used to being questioned in the morning, and I don’t fucking like it. I like to suit myself. Something else I’ve had to quickly get used to without the option of choosing to do so, all because of Luca Varros. I grind my teeth at him entering my thoughts once again.

“Normal people have jobs, Emi. We can’t all live off our families.” She flinches at my harsh words, and I hate myself instantly for it.

“You’re right, Shaw. But some of us were born with choices and some of us weren’t.” She sits up in bed, allowing her heavy tits to hang bare and her palm to find her bump.I wonder if the baby is kicking.

Again, anger bubbles inside me when my cock jumps, appreciating her body exposed to mine for the taking. Even my cock doesn’t listen when I’m pissed anymore. It’s almost like I have no control around my little Mafia princess, and what control I do have is only domination during sex.

I stare back at her glaring eyes, hers as enraged as my own.

My cock leaks at the thought of putting her back in her place, gaining control over the situation.

I slowly unbuckle my belt and tug my shirt from my pants, then I lower the zipper, never taking my eyes from hers.

Emi stares back at me with a combination of arousal and hate. And I fucking love it because I’m about to show her what real hate is.

“Hurry the fuck up and sit on the end of the bed and suck my cock. I can’t go to work with a hard cock when I’m not allowed to fuck anyone else.” It’s an asshole thing to say, but I can’t seem to help it.

Her jaw tics, and if looks could kill, I’d be ten feet under by now, but she moves to the end of the bed, making my cock leak in delight.

I pull it from my boxers eagerly. My fist pumping it is a poor substitute now that Emi is in my life. I tighten my hold and grind my teeth at how dependent I’m becoming on her.

I thread my fingers through her hair with one hand and hold out my cock with the other. “Open.” Her lips part only slightly, and I chuckle at her attitude. “Kiss it.” I push her head forward to help with her decision, and when her wet tongue laps at my pre-cum, I feel like my knees are going to give way. A guttural groan escapes me from deep within, a groan of ownership and possessiveness combined.

“Fuck, Emi. Again.” I push into her mouth, and she moans as my pre-cum hits her tongue. I may think I control Emilia, but she’s the one that controls me. Every part of me.

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