Page 32 of Owned By the Mafia

“Robbie.” It’s barely more than a whisper.

“Dinara,” he murmurs.

His hands reach up and yank my bra down so it's hooked under my breasts, freeing them to his touch. He instantly starts tugging and pulling my nipples, and I whimper. I try to pull away, but at the same time, my legs part slightly.

Quick as a flash, a hand snakes between them and roughly massages my clit through my panties. I can feel the heat on my face and close my eyes. “Robbie.” It’s more of a plea, louder, and I know it excites him because he massages my clit harder.

His hands briefly abandon me, and I open my eyes to see him undoing his pants to free his erection.

“Get up.” It’s a command that I obey, and I put a leg on either side of him on the sofa. I hold myself up as he rubs the sides of my legs. He looks up at me, and that’s when he reaches up and wraps a hand around my throat. Just tight enough to apply pressure.

“Good girl,” he says, holding his cock so I can slowly lower myself and let it fill me. He grunts, and there’s a lust in his eyes, a lust I only ever see when he’s with me—the possessive side to him that I questioned before but now I find enticing.

I breathe hard, his right hand staying around my throat as I look down at him and start to move myself up and down. His left hand finds my breast, squeezes it, and then teases the nipple. I whimper, but I don’t raise my hands. I submit to him, trusting him to pleasure me.

He stops me and tilts his head. “Lean back, I’ve got you.”

I look at him questionably as he holds my hips, and I slowly lean back. He lowers me so that my back is on the ground, cock still pulsating inside of me, my hips and legs in the air. It’s not comfortable, but the angle that his cock is makes me see stars.

“Stay there, lass.” He grunts and shifts around until I’m steady and my knees are bent to my head, basically bending me in half. He holds my thighs and starts moving up and down quickly.

“Oh my… Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I can’t keep the desperation out of my voice as I reach new highs, new pleasures.

I don’t think I can go any higher before his finger finds my clit while he’s bouncing his body to jackhammer me into the floor.

I am completely vulnerable in this position, and I know it can’t be comfortable for him either, but the pleasure it’s bringing me is overwhelming. I look up at him, panting with my mouth slightly open. My eyes meet his hungry gaze, those blue eyes that see right through me.

“Play with your tits,” he grunts. “I want to see you playing with yourself.”

I shift so I hold my breasts in my hands and start to massage them. They’re so sensitive from how he’s roughed them up. My nipples are stiff and fiery to the touch. I rock back and forth slightly as he moves faster. It’s hard to catch my breath with his weight bearing down on me and the angle at which I’m bent, but he’s like a man possessed.

He flicks my clit, hard, and I yelp. He flicks it again.

“You going to squirt again, Dinara.” It isn’t a question as my pussy clenches around his cock. He buries himself in me and uses his fingers to quickly work my swollen nub. I try to squirm away, but all he does is force my legs apart and bend, and without warning, my pussy erupts with liquid and pleasure. It sprays all over me, so I shut my eyes, but my mouth stays open, and I can taste myself as I let out a scream of pleasure. I feel like a porn star on a B-rated movie. When I stop after a few seconds, I feel him slide his cock out of me, but he doesn’t let me up.

I wipe my face and blink my eyes open to see him stroking himself. Then he tilts his head back, and his cum hits my tits and face. I open my mouth instinctively to catch some, and when he opens his eyes to look at the cum on my tongue, I swallow it.

He’s smiling that little smirk—satisfied that I’m satisfied.

“Let’s move this to the bedroom.” He chuckles.

Okay, maybe some more satisfaction won’t hurt.

Chapter 17 - Robbie

I am getting too old to be fucking Dina in the positions I want her in, but that’s not going to stop me. My back aches slightly as I stir. I don’t know what annoying sound is pulling me from my deep sleep, but it makes me angry. I open my eyes. I’m spooning Dina, naked, and we’re lying away from where most of the wet spots are.

By the looks of it, I dehydrated the poor woman.

I realize it’s my phone going, and I extract myself from her and grab it.

“What?” I snap, but as quietly as I can.

I hear shouting and chaos in the background as my brother Daniel’s calm voice comes over the speaker, “Get to the pub,now.I need you, Aiden, and Callum.”

I get out of bed and hang up because I don’t need to be told twice. I’m not going to disturb Dina. I throw on jeans, socks, work boots, and a white vest. I grab the shotgun from my closet and leave the room, sparing just a moment to look at my sleeping goddess.

I could wake her and tell her where I’m going, but she’ll probably insist on going with me, and I can’t place her in that kind of danger. No, I will give my life to protect her.

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