Owned (Dellucci Mafia Duet)

He goes to his knees in front of me and tears down my pants. Once I’m completely naked, he immediately dives in, his mouth landing on my pussy like he wants nothing more than to worship me.

And it makes it hard to breathe. “I don’t understand, why—”

My voice is immediately silenced by his tongue swirling around my clit. It’s hard to contain the moans. So hard that I just let them go when he starts licking me as though this is the only time he’d ever be able to. As if the second he stops, I might disappear.

Is that why he’s so intent on taking me right now?

Because he’s afraid I might run again?

My eyes widen at the thought, but the shock is immediately lulled by the heat flooding my body from the feel of his tongue against my pussy. His hands grip my ass as he buries his tongue inside me, and I moan out loud.

“Fuck … I love those sounds you make,” he groans against my clit. “Don’t ever stop.”

I quiver in place, my knees practically caving in on me from how good it feels. Oh, God. How would any woman be able to resist?

“Let me give you what you need,” he groans, lapping me up like it’s his last chance.

And I buck against his mouth, unable to stop myself from entwining my fingers through his hair, wishing I could own him as much as he owns me. “Fuck.”

“Yes, come all over me. Show me how good it feels,” he murmurs.

And I do. I fall apart at the seam even though I’m still on two feet, crumpling away. I suck in a breath as the wave of ecstasy washes over me, whimpering as I collapse on top of him. But he captures me in his arms and lays me down on the bed, crawling on top of me.

I wrap my arms around his neck as he plants delicate kisses all over my jaw, and I whisper, “Make love to me.”

He looks up at me, pausing for a moment, only to plant the sweetest of kisses on my cheek, right beside my lip. “Is that what you want?”

When I nod, he zips down and takes out his cock, which is as hard as a rock.

All because I asked. Because I practically begged him to.

What kind of wicked witch would wish for such a thing from a man whose mother just perished?

I shudder as he reaches my entrance. “Wait.”

He’s right there. Yearning. Groaning. Tip pushing up against me. Still, he recedes.

He’s never listened.

Not like this. Like he actually wants to honor my wishes.

“I don’t want you to fuck me,” I say. “I want you to show me … love.”

His muscles tighten as though he hates the very idea. But then his hand softens on my face, and he caresses my cheek so gently that I melt into his hand.

“Don’t fuck only to rid yourself of rage or fear or sadness or—”

He plants a finger on my lips. “I know what you want … Kitten.” He leans in to whisper into my ear. “You don’t just want to be mine. You want me to be yours.”

When he leans away to look into my eyes, my heart swells.

He tips up my chin. “You are as much mine as I am yours. Now say it.”

“I … I’m yours.”

The second the words leave my tongue, his mouth crashes down on mine. I can’t contain the emotions that I feel as a single tear rolls down my cheek. There is as much hatred as there is greed. Because I no longer hate this man for all the things he has or hasn’t done.

I hate this man for making me want him … for making me fall in love. Because he stole my heart, and he’s never letting it go.

“Let me take you,” he whispers. “Let me show you how much I need you.”

I whimper, “Yes.”

And it’s all he needs to plunge inside. My mouth forms a big o-shape as he thrusts in and out of my pussy that clenches around his length. I’m wet and desperate for his kisses as he grabs my hands and pins them to the bed, entwining our fingers.

“Now … you are mine,” he murmurs, planting another lusty kiss on my lips.

He fucks me slowly, gently … deep. Not like a horny crime lord but like a lover would. As though the world has ended, and there is only him and me. He never breaks eye contact as he fills me up, solidifying the connection I’ve felt for so long.

And I can’t help but lean in and press a longing kiss to his lips. It’s just a peck. Nothing big. But enough to show my intent. Enough to let him know what it is that I feel. What it is that I truly want.