Page 106 of Mafia Queen
“Really?”
“Before another hour passes, we need to be clear between us.” He pushes me to my knees, a shock of arousal flooding my body. “Out there, we are equals. One and the same. But when we’re alone, I rule you. Your body is my kingdom, and it obeys.”
Looking up at him, I see him as ten feet tall, effortlessly in command.
“Yes,” is the only word I can make.
“My cock is waiting for your mouth.”
I unbuckle, unbutton, unzip, remove his bludgeon of a dick, and without hesitation, put it in my mouth.
“Such a queen,” he says, arms crossed, letting me do all the work. “Shooting the man who hurt you. Didn’t even blink. Didn’t ask for forgiveness. And here you are, on your knees, sucking my dick like you’re starving.” He takes a hard breath. “Put your hands behind your back. Good. Nice. Now, slow. Take all of it.”
I open my throat and push forward, taking his entire length.
“You’re in charge,” he says. “Let me see what you do with it.”
He’s making sure I know he’s the king. He can’t live without his dominance over my body, and he needs to know I can’t live without it either.
Leaving him to be still, I’m the one who does the work, pushing him down my throat and halfway out until I need to breathe, then doing it again. I’m ready to swallow what he releases when he says, “Stop.” I pull away, spit dripping down my chin.
“Take off your clothes.”
Heart pounding with anticipation, I strip down to my skin. He does the same.
We’re naked. I hope no one’s looking up at the cupola at that moment, yet I hope that if they are, they understand that this man owns me.
“You’re doing very well,” he says.
“Thank you.”
“Get on the floor and show me your cunt.”
The words alone make me dizzy with heat, but the act of getting on my back and spreading my legs for him is the mightiest thing I’ve ever done.
He crouches on the balls of his feet and slides two fingers of his left hand inside me. The empty fourth place sends them deeper than they’ve ever gone.
“No matter who you kill or who you rule, I rule your body.” He removes his hand and flicks my clit.
I squeak with a burst of pleasure.
“You do as I say.” He puts his palm against my nub—barely touching it. “Make yourself come.”
Jerking slightly, I rub against his hand. He doesn’t move it as I grind again. He holds still, watching me use him for my pleasure, arching and bucking myself to orgasm, just as he commanded.
Then he’s on me, flipping me to my side, spreading me open and thrusting into me like an animal.
“Don’t you ever forget,” he growls.
“I am yours,” I gasp. “You own me.”
“And you love me.”
“Always. I love you always.”
I come a second time, and he explodes inside me.
It’s right afterward, as he kisses my shoulder tenderly, that I realize love might be the key to it all.
