Page 40 of Married to the Ruthless Mafia Heir

She cried out, fingers clutching the desk edge, knuckles white. I drove into her relentlessly, each stroke deliberate and deep, the heavy slap of skin on skin echoing as I fucked her hard enough to make her breasts bounce. "Every. Last. Drop," I growled between thrusts, watching my cock disappear into her dripping cunt again and again. "That's what you wanted, isn't it? To be filled until it leaks out of you."

Her head fell back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. I leaned down to bite it, marking her, claiming her, sucking a dark bruise into the soft skin while my hips snapped forward. She was falling apart beneath me—her pussy clenching in helpless spasms, creamy wetness coating my shaft and dripping down to my balls—and I loved every second of it.

When I felt her tighten around me, walls fluttering and milking, I pulled out abruptly. She whimpered at the loss, her empty cunt visibly pulsing, a thin strand of her juices connecting the tip of my cock to her open hole.

"Not yet." I flipped her over, bending her across the desk so her cheek pressed to the cool surface, ass high and presented. I spread her cheeks with both hands, admiring the glossy, well-fucked look of her pussy before I entered her from behind in one brutal thrust. Gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises, I slammed home. The new angle made her gasp, made her whole body shudder as I bottomed out against her cervix. I fucked her harder, chasing my own release while her cries filled the office—wet, broken little sounds every time my cock forced its way deep.

"You want my child?" I panted, one hand sliding around to rub her swollen clit in rough circles. "Then you'll take everything I give you. Every thick pulse of cum straight into that greedy womb."

She could only moan in response, too overwhelmed to form words. I felt her climax ripple through her, her cunt seizing tight around me in rhythmic squeezes that almost dragged me over.It triggered my own. I came inside her with a groan, flooding her completely—hot, heavy spurts pumping deep, coating her insides until I could feel it overflowing around my still-thrusting cock.

But I wasn't satisfied yet.

I carried her back to the sofa, her legs wrapped weakly around my waist, cum already starting to leak down her thighs. Laying her down, I spread her thighs again, pushing her knees to her chest so she was fully open and exposed. She looked dazed, thoroughly used, her pussy puffy and glistening with our mixed fluids.

"One more time," I said, pushing back inside her oversensitive body. The slide was filthy-slick, her cunt still fluttering from the last orgasm, my earlier load squelching out around the thick intrusion. She whimpered, oversensitized and exhausted, but I didn't stop. I wanted to be sure—wanted to pump her so full that there was no question, so much that it would stay packed inside her all night. I moved slower this time, deeper, grinding in tight circles so the head of my cock kissed her cervix with every roll of my hips, watching her face contort with overwhelmed pleasure.

"Take it," I urged, grinding against her, one hand pressing down on her lower belly so she could feel the shape of me inside. "Take all of me. Every last drop until your womb is drowning in it."

When I finally came again, I held myself deep inside her, cock pulsing hard as I emptied another heavy load straight into her. I stayed locked there, making sure nothing was wasted, rocking gently to work it even deeper while she lay trembling beneath me, completely spent, her stuffed cunt twitching weakly around the thick cock still plugging her full.

Elena had no strength left. She lay naked in my arms, looking thoroughly ravished. Her eyes were red-rimmed, still wet withtears, her arms too weak to lift. She could only breathe in short, shallow gasps.

I sprawled on the sofa, satisfied, mood considerably improved. Seeing her like this, I smacked her bare ass lightly. "I gave you everything, Elena. Whether or not you get pregnant is up to you now."

Elena whimpered softly, struggling to sit up. Face flushed, she looked down. "I'll try my best."

I laughed. This silly girl—what more could she possibly do? Making a baby was never just on her. Hearing her say something like that in this state made her even more adorable.

"Come here. Arms up." I grabbed her bra and helped her into it. "It's almost office hours. I'll have Marco drive you back to the manor."

Elena nodded obediently, letting me dress her. When she stood, her legs buckled, and she nearly collapsed into me. She caught herself on the sofa, but her arms were shaking too—she looked ready to fall.

"Can't even stand after that? You do so much work at the manor, but your stamina's this bad?" I pulled her close, pinching the soft flesh at her waist.

Elena glared at me. "You were too rough! I don't have to do THIS at the manor..."

I held up my hands. "Fair enough. Think you can stand on your own? Want me to walk you down?"

"No." Elena refused stubbornly. She stood still, gathering strength. Before leaving, she glanced back. "I'll get the materials ready at the manor. Come by when you can—I need to take your measurements."

"Alright," I agreed.

Elena left my office. I had Marco see her safely back to the manor. I'd barely started working when my secretary came in, saying there was a woman here to see me.

Before I could ask who, Valentina appeared behind her. She'd changed from last night—now wearing a white dress that made her look more elegant, though her usually striking face showed exhaustion.

"Sorry, Dante. I missed you so much, I had to come." Valentina's voice broke. She looked thin as a leaf, like she might blow away.

The secretary stood watching. I waved her out and shut the door.

Silence settled over the office. Valentina walked to me, grabbing my hand and pressing it to her chest. Tears streamed down her face. "Dante, I really missed you. Every single day, all these years."

I couldn't pull my hand away. This woman and I had spent years together. When we first met, she was gentle and strong, doing work she loved, full of energy every day. She dreamed of becoming New York's most renowned lawyer.

But in the end, I couldn't stand up to Salvador. She'd been torn away from New York at such a promising age.

"It was late last night. Didn't I tell you to rest?"