Mine: A Dark Mafia Billionaire Romance, page 10
“Open your mouth. You’re going to suck my cock and swallow everything I give you,” he demanded.
My eyes glanced down at the swollen red beast right in front of me. It seemed even larger than before, and I pulled away before I realized what I was doing. Using his body, he pinned me against the couch. With the back of my head flush against it, his cock seemed even more imposing up close, and I shook my head.
“Be a good girl. And. Open. Your. Mouth,” he growled, and I shivered with nervous arousal. I tried to sit back, but there was nowhere for me to go. I was trapped by his cock, and it jumped right in front of my face as I glared up at him.
“You’re an asshole,” I snarled.
“You can either open your mouth, or I can whip that freshly fucked pussy with my belt. Your choice, Maci-girl,” he barked.
I gritted my teeth before doing as he bade me, but I scowled back at him with as much spite as I could muster.
My clit throbbed like it had its very own heartbeat the whole fucking time.
The tip of his cock slid into my mouth, dragged against my tongue, and pressed against the back of my throat.
I gagged, but he didn’t pull back this time. He just let me suffer as he fucked my mouth much more savagely than he had the first time.
I tried to push back against his thighs, but with my body up against the couch, there was nowhere for me to go, and he knew it. Eventually, he pulled back a bit and let me gather myself, but that period of time was unmercifully short. Then he thrust back inside of me and pushed the tip of his cock past the barrier of my throat, and I gagged again.
He didn’t care.
He just fucked my face.
Every thrust was rough. He gave me no time to gather myself, simply stroking his cock in and out of my mouth like I was just some fuck toy, and my pussy burned with need because of it.
The taste of myself was rife along his thick length. Sweet and tangy and slightly metallic from my virgin blood. I blushed hard, thoroughly ashamed at such a wicked thing.
He fucked my throat hard enough to leave it sore in mere minutes, then he fucked it some more. His hand wound down to grasp the back of my throat as he took what he wanted and then some, possessing me so completely that I knew I would never be the same after this.
Soon, my panic started to well up inside of me. I pushed a bit harder against his thighs, but it accomplished nothing.
He still fucked my face anyway.
My eyes watered and spittle dripped down my chin.
“Play with your clit while I fuck your face. I’m not going to come until you do,” he said darkly, and in that moment, there was no room for hesitation or doubt. I just gave into the intoxicating blend of passion and surrender that enveloped me.
If he wanted a wild filly, I’d give him one.
I reached down between my legs and started at what I found. The wetness there was seeping down my inner thighs. My fingers glided along my arousal, and I sucked in a breath, trying to swirl my tongue around his dick at the same time. I choked, and he thrust into me a bit more viciously, but then my fingertips danced across my clit, and a magical sheen of pleasure pierced straight through me.
My sensitive little bundle of nerves was really hard beneath my fingers. Using the flats of two fingers, I circled over my clit as he fucked my face, moving faster and faster until I was on the edge of climax once more. Gagging, I tried to open my throat as he pushed past the back of it again and again, but it was difficult to concentrate on his cock when my fingers were between my own thighs.
I knew how to touch myself. My fingers worked faster and faster as he pistoned into my mouth, taking me like I was his with a vicious fervor. I choked and gagged, but he didn’t slow down, and I eventually figured out a rhythm for breathing that timed with the rough cadence of his thrusts.
The room was filled with the heady scent of our passion, a blend of sweat and desire that hung thick in the air.
My thighs pressed together, my fingers moved faster, and all of a sudden, the tidal wave of pleasure was almost more than I could bear. It slammed down over me and swept me away in an instant.
As I surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure, my heart raced in concert with the rhythm of our bodies. I clung to him, lost in the tempest of our passion, unable to find solid ground. I drowned in the depths of sensation, my body writhing as he fucked my mouth and groaned.
That guttural, masculine noise was like a siren’s call, drawing me deeper into the whirlpool of pleasure. It was the sound of his own desire, his hunger, and his devotion, all rolled into one intoxicating melody that echoed through the depths of my soul, leaving me utterly captivated and consumed by him.
His cock jerked faster into my mouth, owning my throat, once and for all. His grip on the back of my throat tightened as he fucked me, surging deep inside with one final thrust.
His cock throbbed on my tongue.
Oh fuck. He was about to come in my mouth.
I wasn’t ready for it, but he wasn’t waiting for me. Instead, his seed spurted into the back of my throat, filling it up and choking me. Left with no choice, I swallowed everything that I could, even as his come was still surging against my tongue.
My own orgasm burned on, taking me by storm and refusing to let me go. As I submitted to the overwhelming waves of passion, I felt a fiery intensity coursing through my veins, igniting every nerve ending in my body. The sensation was all-consuming, a relentless blaze that left me breathless and trembling. My heart raced in time with the electrifying rhythm of our bodies, each beat urging me further into the abyss of ecstasy.
His hands on the back of my neck, his cock pressed deep into my throat, it was as if we had become one, our souls entwined in a passionate dance. I clung to him desperately, breathing through my nose as my nails dug into his thighs and I arched into his touch, craving more of the intense pleasure that he effortlessly delivered.
The world around us faded into obscurity, and there was only the two of us, lost in a realm of sensation and desire.
By the time my orgasm ended, a burning tingly numbness reigned over my body.
Slowly, he pulled his cock free from my mouth and pulled me up by the back of my neck to my feet. My dress fell back into place, covering me at least for the moment.
I wavered back and forth, dizzy with pleasure, and he held me steady for a moment as he stared into my eyes. His other hand reached around to cup my cheek.
His thumb gently brushed against my lips, wiping my mouth in a loving and tender gesture that spoke volumes about his intentions.
His gentleness took me by surprise.
I watched as a storm of emotions played out on his face. In his eyes, I saw a fierce battle between tenderness and something darker, something he was desperately trying to suppress.
It was as if he wanted to hold me and push me away at the same time.
I leaned in closer towards him, wanting his arms around me more than anything.
Finally, he sighed, and I watched as he shook his head. His fist tightened around the back of my neck as he spun me around, lifted my dress, and slapped my bare welted ass hard enough to sting. The pain took me by surprise, and I cried out, reaching back with my hands to quickly cover my bare cheeks.
“Go take a shower and get ready for dinner.”
Asshole.
I dipped down and grasped my leggings, pulling them up with a huff, and then I stormed off with the taste of his come still fresh on my tongue.
CHAPTER 11
Nikolaos
I lost myself in the blue green lagoons of her eyes, the soft, gentle, caring soul within them screaming up at me to take care of her in the way a gentleman would.
I wanted to be gentle with her. I wanted to take her in my lap and comfort her, but I didn’t because I’m a fucking asshole that takes what he wants whenever he wants despite the consequences.
Just like you did with her.
I wanted to hold her. The desire to protect her, the need to take her in my arms and shelter her from the dangerous world I inhabited, warred with the stark reality that this was her life now.
There was no fairy tale ending for us, no marriage, no happily ever after. This was not a Disney movie, and I couldn’t even remotely pretend that it was.
I couldn’t make her my wife. That would put an even bigger target on her back.
She was in my world, and there was no way out. If I made a wrong move, if I let my guard down, it could cost us both our lives. The stakes were high, and I couldn’t afford to indulge in fantasies of a simpler life. I had to be the strong one, had to make hard decisions to ensure her safety and mine to make sure we both stayed alive.
As I looked at her, a complex mix of emotions swirled within me. I wanted to be the protector she needed, the one who would keep her safe no matter what. But I also knew that this world demanded a different kind of strength. It was Game of Thrones now, and I had to play it smart.
With a heavy heart, I resisted the urge to pull her into my arms and instead took a step back.
This was her life now, and she had to get used to it. There was no room for sentimentality in our world, only the cold, hard truth of survival.
So, I grabbed her, turned her around, and stared down at her bright red ass before I slapped it hard enough to make her cry out.
I played the part of an asshole because that’s exactly what I was.
“Go take a shower and get ready for dinner,” I barked, and she jumped. She looked over her shoulder with the same pouty, defiant look that had just gotten her fucked, and I narrowed my eyes in her direction. With a huff, she pulled up her leggings over her swollen pussy and flounced off to her room, and I gritted my teeth—annoyed, aroused, and feeling like the biggest dick in the world.
I shouldn’t have fucked her. I should have had more self-control than that. Hell, I hadn’t even known she was a virgin, but by the way she’d looked at my cock for the first time, I should have known. And then the feeling of being the first man inside of her had taken over my every waking thought.
I lost control and it’s all her fault.
Maybe a part of me had known, and I’d just willfully ignored it, wanting to be the first and last man she ever had inside her. That’s what had caused me to lose control. It had to be.
I should have stopped, but I was only a man, and she was a woman that needed a good fucking more than she needed anything else.
Her sweet little cunt had hugged my cock like it had been made for it, and I hated and adored that at the same time.
She shouldn’t have felt that good.
But she did, and now I wanted more.
I wanted her full of me at every hour of every day and every night because she was mine now, and I couldn’t ever let her go.
My world. My woman.
I couldn’t afford the luxury of marrying her, at least not now. I needed to become more established, more secure in this world where danger lurked around every corner. The thought of making her mine in every sense of the word was tantalizing, but it was a risk I couldn’t take at this moment.
For now, she couldn’t be anything more than my little secret fuck toy until my name struck fear in all those that dared to rise up against me.
I closed my eyes, envisioning the image of her welted red ass bent over that couch, right before that perfect pink pussy swallowed up my cock like the perfect fucking little vice. The more I thought about that delectable red bottom, the more I felt like an absolute dick. It was petty of me to get angry at her for my mistake. I should have been more careful with my movements around her so that she wouldn’t have been discovered in the first place, but it was well past time for regrets.
That still didn’t change the fact that I wanted to take her into my arms and comfort her like a daddy would comfort his little girl after a scary dream, but that wouldn’t help matters either.
With a ragged sigh, I tucked my cock back into place, then buttoned and zipped up my slacks.
There was a knock on the door and Andreas walked in, took one look at me, and said, “Oh you fucked her, didn’t you?”
“That obvious?” I asked, a bit bashfully. He knew me well.
“It’s practically written all over your face,” he chided, cocking his head with a bit of a judgmental glare, which faded almost immediately.
“I shouldn’t have fucked her, should I?” I asked with a sigh. My regret felt thick enough to cloud up the room.
“No, but it’s too late for that now, isn’t it?” he sighed, shaking his head with a playful grin.
“You’re just jealous that I have a way with the ladies,” I jabbed back.
“If that’s what you want to call it, boss,” he smirked. “Did you at least use a condom? The last thing we need is Nikolaos Kaligaris Junior running around the house, you know.”
“No, but I came in her mouth,” I scoffed, feeling slightly chastised.
“Of course you did,” he replied with a heavy sigh, “So, what now?”
“Besides fucking her again?”
“Yes, besides that, boss,” he said, his tone a bit exasperated.
“We take care of her. She’s mine now and she will accept that. If she doesn’t, she will, in time.”
“Of course, boss,” Andreas nodded, and he left the room, leaving me with my thoughts as I sat down on the same couch that I’d just fucked Maci over and groaned.
It felt wrong not to have her in my arms right now.
I longed to take care of her, to protect her from the dangers of my world, but I knew that I couldn’t. It was a life-or-death situation now, and I had to ensure her safety, regardless of her feelings for me.
Or mine for her…
As much as I desired to be close to her, to feel her in my arms, I had to be strong and make the difficult decisions that would keep her alive.
One thing was certain though.
Maci Williams belonged to me now.
She was mine.
Forever.
CHAPTER 12
Maci
That asshole.
That goddamn dick.
That absolute fucking jackass of a man that just fucked my mouth and my pussy and made me come harder than I’d ever come in my life.
Fuck him.
Fuck him right in the nuts with a fucking rusty screwdriver.
I sat down on my bed with the most glorious pout I could have ever imagined and crossed my arms over my chest with a snarl. I stared out the window and shrieked with frustration as I watched the sea crashing against the coast down below.
Nikolaos Kaligaris was the villain, Lex Luther in a fucking toga practically, and he had the audacity to get angry at me and whip my ass with his belt for getting into trouble with the law. Sure, maybe the Pappas family would have never found out about me if I hadn’t gotten in trouble, but how could I have known?
I couldn’t believe he fucking had the balls to get mad at me for that when he was who he was—and when it was his own fucking people that had messed up and hadn’t hid me well enough.
I glared around my room, or better, my luxurious jail cell, each fine detail of the room all cruelly mocking me. The plush bed, the elegant furnishings, and the stunning view of the sea felt like a slap in the face. It was all a facade, an illusion of freedom that hid the truth—I was trapped in a gilded cage and there was no key in sight.
I couldn’t accept a life where I had no say, no control. I’d be damned if I allowed myself to become a pawn in his dangerous game.
But fuck, did the man know how to use his cock.
I pressed my fingers to my lips, remembering the touch of his thumb as if it had just been there seconds ago.
Despite my anger, there was no denying the intensity of our connection, the way our bodies had responded to each other. I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on inside his head, what conflicted emotions were churning beneath his stoic facade.
What was I to him? Just some quick fuck when his cock got hard? Was there anyone else?
A sharp pang spiraled in my chest, and I shook my head. Was this jealousy? No. It couldn’t be.
As I paced the room, I couldn’t help but think about the undercurrents of tension that had been building between us. He was infuriatingly stubborn and overprotective, and it grated on my nerves.
Yet, there had been a vulnerability in his gaze, a longing that mirrored my own desires, and I hadn’t missed that when his thumb had grazed across my lip, like he’d wanted to take me into his arms, hold me, and kiss me sweetly like I deserved to be kissed.
I reached up and traced the path of his thumb, his touch still tingling along my lip, and sighed.
But I refused to give in to him completely.
I couldn’t.
I had to stand my ground. I couldn’t give in to him, not when I was in the midst of a world that I never wanted to be a part of. My resolve was my shield, my determination my armor, and I couldn’t let him breach those defenses, no matter how much I craved being around him.
Or how much you crave his cock…
I paced over to the window, annoyed at myself, and him, and at the entire world for putting me in this situation. I shouldn’t have to worry about when and where someone might kill me. This shouldn’t even be fucking real, but as much as I wanted to fight it, the evidence of this world was damning.
Fuck me, I still had very pale marks on my wrists from the handcuffs.
Plus, the welts on my ass…
I reached back, the warmth of my punished cheeks searing through the thin fabric of my leggings, and I drew in a shaky breath.
But a part of me liked those…
And the fact that he had been the one to give me each one of them.
CHAPTER 13
Nikolaos
I paced back and forth in my study, replaying the events of the last twenty-four hours in my mind over and over on repeat. I couldn’t shake myself of my rage.
The more I thought about what they had done to her, the more disturbed I became. They had dared to touch her, and they deserved to pay for that. Not only that, but they’d made a move against me, one that demanded that I retaliate in kind.
