Page 122 of The Mafia King's Reign
I step in close, let her feel my presence before I touch her. Her body goes rigid, waiting, wanting. I don’t rush it. I take my time.
I place both of my hands are on her ass, firm, claiming. Then I drop to my knees without a word, my mouth on her immediately. I taste her, slow at first, but she’s already whimpering. Then I stick my tongue inside of her perfect body, deeper, lips on top of her folds, pulling, teeth biting just enough to make her gasp.
“Open your eyes, baby” I tell her.
She does.
And she sees me, on my knees, exactly where I want to be, holding the red velvet box I had brought to her room.
Her eyes open wide in shock. “So, the ring was in the velvet box this entire time, huh?” she asks, smiling.
“What do you say we rule this kingdom together, baby?”
She shakes her head, but I see her smiling. “Sure, I will accept your ring and pretend I have a choice,” she says. “You always have a choice,” I tell her. Standing to place the ring on her finger and kiss her. She kisses me back before guiding me back down. “Ok, my King, back on your knees,” she commands, and I do exactly what my queen wants.
I press my mouth against her core, ravaging her. She’s screaming, but I don’t break rhythm. I don’t stop. I press her harder against the tile, hold her hips in place while I work her until her legs start to tremble.
She grips my head, fingers in my hair, pushing me closer. I let her. I like it when she forgets herself.
“Salvatore?”
“Yes, baby.”
“I want you inside me.”
That’s all it takes.
I’m on my feet in an instant, hard and ready for her. I pull her back against me and slide inside her with one hard thrust that rips a sound from her throat. I pin her to the shower wall, my body pressed to her back, my hands braced beside her as I drive into her again and again.
”You take me so well, baby. I love how your pussy feels on my cock.” I slam into her harder, but not faster. I want her to feel every thrust slamming into her perfect body.
She’s shaking. I feel it, feel her trying not to fall apart.
She starts screaming louder and I know she’s close. I press a finger to her lips. When she doesn’t quiet fast enough, I push it deeper, down her throat. She struggles for air around it while taking all of me, and the control of it snaps something tight in me.
I come with a groan, I don’t bother hiding, deep inside her, but I’m not finished, but neither is she. She swallows.
“Sit,” she says.
I do.
She climbs onto me, slowly sliding down until I’m buried inside her again. I grip her hips, holding her still for a second while we both breathe.
“Tell me you want to be here,” I demand.
“I do, Salvatore. I want to be here… with you.”
“Good girl.”
I lift her like she weighs nothing and slam her down onto me. Once. Twice. Again and again. She stretches around me, fire and heat and pleasure tangled so tight she can’t separate them.
“You’re so fucking tight baby.” I don’t slow. I don’t stop until her body breaks, until she comes undone in my arms. Until I can feel her come on my cock.
When it’s over, she stays wrapped around me, legs locked at my waist. I hold her there, solid and unmoving.
She’s warm. Open. Completely mine.
I’ve never felt power like this. No fear, no blood, just… this.
