Sold: Dark Mafia Romance

“Beg, kitten,” I demand.

“No,” she bites out.

For a moment, we stare at each other, wills clashing, her defiance warring with my thirst to control her. And fuck me if it’s not making me hard as steel for her.

I let go of her throat—but only for a second. Just long enough to spin her around and rip down her spandex shorts. She shrieks, but the sound is silenced by my hand moving up from her throat to her mouth.

“Tell me the truth,” I murmur into her ear, and I slap her ass so hard she shrieks again, the sound making my cock twitch.

God, I love that sound. I could listen to it all fucking day. That’s how drunk I am on her sexual energy. And I want more where that came from.

So I slap her other ass cheek and force her to let out another one of those squeaks.

“What are you doing?” she scoffs. “You can’t just—”

I wrap my hand around her throat again to silence her. “I can do whatever the fuck I want with you. Your body … this pussy …” I plant a hand right between her thighs, sliding a finger back and forth across her sweet slit. When I pull back, the wetness is obvious. She’s a liar, and she knows it.

“It belongs to me.”

My torso is pressed against her body as I reach down to free my cock, pushing it up against her ass. She flinches as if she’s afraid I might do something that I can’t take back. But we’ve already long crossed that threshold.

“And now I’m going to take what I’m owed.”

Without warning, I thrust into her velvety soft pussy, filling her to the hilt. All these days of sexual tension building up between us, of teasing and denying each other—it all melts away when I’m buried deep inside her sweet, wet pussy.

She gasps and moans with each of my thrusts, and her breath fogs the mirror. My eyes are fixated on hers, never satiated with the looks she gives me. The fire in her eyes grows weaker and weaker as I fuck her hard, and I fucking love every second of it. Because I know for a fact my cock is breaking her, inch by inch, until nothing but wantonness and desire are left.

Reaching a hand up, I grab a fistful of her silky strands and yank back. “Look at yourself while I fuck you,” I demand as I relentlessly drive inside her like a madman.

Each slam of my hips coaxes a fresh moan from her. Her ass quakes with the force of my thrusts.

“Look at me claim you, kitten. Is this what you wanted? Me fucking you hard against this mirror?”

Her whimpers grow louder and louder. I slide a hand up her sweaty torso and rip her sports bra down so I can palm her bouncing tits. I grab her nipples and twist them until they are hard. She whimpers in place, her body desperate for more, even though her face tells another story. She hates that she loves it so much, and I can’t help but grin from recognition.

“Your body tells me everything I need to know, kitten,” I say under a heady breath as my hand moves down her chest and along the supple flesh to her pussy. “Now let me give it to you.”

When my hand dips between her thighs, her throat tightens and squeezes out what little air is left. I start flicking her clit, slowly at first, then speeding up the pace as her breaths become more ragged by the second.

“Please …” she murmurs.

“Please what?” I respond, still slamming into her, adjusting my pace to allow her to get to the edge.

I want her to feel just how badly she wants it, savor it, and then … maybe then … I’ll let her fall over.

But first, she needs to …

“Beg.”

“Fuck,” she whispers, her eyes almost rolling into the back of her head.

“Say it. Say the word, kitten. And I’ll fucking give it to you like no one else ever will.”

“Fuck!” Please, give it to me,” she says, her voice fluctuating in tone like she’s disappointed in her own admission of defeat.

The smug grin on my face only grows deeper. “Good kitten.”

I pull out to savor the wet juices lathered all around my cock, and the pussy splayed wide open right in front of me, begging me to fill it up to the brim. And as she turns her head to look at me, I slam back inside again, watching her face turn from pure anger into pure lust as her lips form an o-shape.

“Your pussy wants this. Do you feel it now, kitten? The undeniable need to bend over and be fucked by my cock?”

She doesn’t respond, but her moans tell me enough. Her pussy clenches around me, milking my hard cock with all her might, and it feels so good I’m on the verge of releasing myself inside her.