Page 27 of Shackled By the Mafia Boss

Pulling his dress-shirt off, his hand slides beneath me and he hauls me close, the heat from his body adding to the warmth of my own.

Christ. He’s all muscles and firm skin. I don’t see it, but I can feel how toned he is.

I yelp when I his hand glides up my thigh, it’s so close to the throbbing between my legs. I’m anxious because I’m afraid he’ll find out how desperate I am to have him inside me. I know I’m ready for him.

“What is it?”

Shit. He noticed.

“N-Nothing,” I mutter back, my tone so raspy it doesn’t sound like my voice.

“Are you wet for me?” he asks in a husky voice, moving his hand further up towards the junction of my thighs.

Ugh.

The anticipation is killing me. I’m going to lose my mind I swear.

“Don’t lie to me,amore.I can smell how wet you are and I can’t wait to slide my cock through all of that wetness.”

Air disappears from my lungs. He doesn’t know I’m a virgin. He doesn’t know how anxious I am right now. I’ve alwaysimagined what sex would be like. I’ve always wanted it to be with the right person.

But now that I’m close to having it, I’m filled with doubt. Not because I don’t trust Marcus, but because I don’t really know what to expect.

I don’t even know if he likes me.

A dark grin spreads over his face when he shifts my shorts aside and his fingers meet the pool of desire between my legs. “I told you not to lie to me,amore. Now I have to punish you.”

“What?” I ask the question through a haze of desire, not understanding.

Pushing back, he grips my thighs and yanks me forward. He lowers himself to his knees and pulls my shorts down, I raise my hips to help him.

He flips me over, removes the last of his clothes and presses his bare body to mine. “I’m going to fuck you hard, that’s how I’ll punish you.”

My chest is on the sofa and my knees spread to accommodate his thighs. Something hard and warm presses against my butt.

My intense need morphs into curiosity. I want to turn around, see how big he is and maybe feel the length of his erection. Just as I gather the courage to turnaround, he wraps his large hand around my neck and pins me to the sofa.

Then he enters me with one powerful raging thrust that forces a scream from me.

God, he is big. So big I feel myself stretching and tearing to accommodate him. An unwanted tear spills from the corner of my eye and I feel warm liquid drip between my thighs.

Marcus pauses, leans over to catch my eyes and I see the horror in his. “Jane.” He’s calling my name softly, cautiously. “Are you a virgin?”

My body feels like it’s being ripped apart, but I manage to nod. “Yes, I was.” I am not one anymore.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I wanted you that much.” I’m flushing and embarrassed. “Now stop talking and fuck me.”

He holds me tighter, gently thrusting in and out of me.

It takes a moment for my body to fully adjust to him and for the pleasure to outweigh the pain. He seems to have enough patience to wait. But once I can fully take him in and he’s deep inside me, he begins to move in and out of me like a starved beast, his groans making me clench around him.

His grip on my waist is tight, each thrust deep and intense. “Oh, God…Marcus.”

He tilts forward, resting his chest on my back and wrapping a hand around my neck. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, breathing me in before flicking his tongue to my skin. “God is not fucking you,amore. I am.”More kisses along my neck that make my entire body tremble.“I want you to screammyname when I fuck you,amore.”

I clutch the sofa, my moans getting louder with each word he whispers into my ear. His warm breath only adds to my desire. Pleasure erupts through my body and I’m lost in the world of sweet sensation.

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