Charming Killer: A Dark Mafia Romance

I’d never been treated like this before—like my body was for his pleasure and nothing else. People had been afraid of me all my life for a million different reasons, and I accepted that as my fate. I’d never be normal and never be treated like everyone else.

Except Redmond didn’t give a shit that I was the daughter of an Oligarch. He didn’t care that I was smart and driven and dangerous.

He wanted me. That was all that mattered.

And I loved it. I loved how badly he needed my lips and body, and how much he wanted to please me. I loved how hard he got, and as I reached over and stroked him over his sweats, I loved how he grunted in pleasure, his eyes burning.

Side by side, we stroked each other, teasing, touching, feeling each other out. It was the most intimate I’d ever been, but I didn’t want to stop. I was swept up in the way he looked at me and the pleasure I felt pounding down my spine, and I wanted him, all of him, every inch of his thick and incredible cock, I wanted it all between my legs, deep inside.

I moved toward him, squeezing my legs shut, and pulled down his sweats. He grunted as I took his cock in both my hands, eyes as wide as the long vein that rolled down his shaft to his thick, engorged head. I stroked him then took him in my mouth, my tongue teasing along the top, tasting him, before I slid him deeper into my throat.

“Fuck, Erin,” he said, more animal than man. “You feel incredible. Your tongue, your lips. You drive me fucking wild.”

I sucked him deeper, faster. I’d never cared much about sucking cock before, but now hearing him grunt and groan, feeling him push me down with his hands and grab my hair, I loved being dominated, and loved giving him pleasure.

I pulled back, gasping for breath as a long string of spit connected my lower lip to his throbbing tip and looked into his eyes. He crushed his mouth to mine and licked my tongue and teeth, and I pressed myself against him, climbing up into his lap, straddling his thick cock.

I felt him stiffen as I pressed myself down.

“I want you,” I whispered. “I need you to fuck me. Please, Redmond.”

“This is your first time, isn’t it?” His head tilted to the side. I hovered above him, his cock pressed against my aching and dripping pussy.

“Yes,” I admitted, burning with embarrassment.

“I wanted this to be different,” he said, kissing me softly. “I wanted to be more… active.”

“I don’t care. I don’t want to wait anymore.”

“Good.” He grabbed my hips and lowered me down. “I don’t either.”

I gasped and threw my head back as I slid down his shaft.

Pleasure and pain warred between my legs. The initial thrust sent a wave of gasping intensity all over my skin. He kissed me, held me there, his cock buried inside my pussy, taking me, owning me—

Then I began to move.

Slowly at first. It was so wet, so slick, so incredible. I moaned, panting. If I was hurting him, he didn’t show it. He grabbed my hair, sucked my nipples, squeezed my ass and spanked it. I moved faster, riding him, losing myself to the motion of our bodies, eyes locked on his, thinking about nothing more than fitting more of his cock between my legs, wanting it all, every inch.

He growled as I arched my back and rode him faster and faster. I’d never done this before and had no clue if it was right, but I didn’t care, and based on the way he stared at my breasts shaking with every thrust and the way his lips opened, and the pleasure etched on his face, I didn’t think he cared either.

I went faster, moaning together, and sweat rolled down my back. I was strained and stretched to my max and I didn’t know how much more I could take. He leaned forward, pulled me against him, and kissed me as I moaned into his mouth. He pulled my hair and fucked me, thrusting into my pussy faster and faster, and I ground my hips back, bucking and riding, and the world zoomed into a pinprick of time and space, only pleasure, only Redmond.

I came in a blaze of light and gasping breath. He kissed me and fucked me through it, coaxing my body into greater depths of pleasure. He manipulated me like a master, even hobbled by his wound. I lay like a puddle against his chest, breathing hard, his cock still inside as my slick pussy dripped down his shaft.

I looked up, dizzy, spinning, and kissed him. “Is it always like that?” I asked, mouth open, breathing hard.

“No,” he said, smiling. “It’s better. When I can move again, I’ll show you.”