Violent Beginnings (The Moretti Crime Family 2)

My legs seem to spread all on their own, giving him access while my core tightens with anticipation of the unknown.

I’m at his complete mercy, and though I’m afraid, I’m curious enough to want more. My attraction to him is instant, and even if I were to fight and beg him not to touch me, he still would. He bought me, and I wasn’t at all naive about what would happen if I was bought. I knew my body would be used.

Warmth fills my belly, and in an instant, he’s cupping my sex. I wince, biting my lip to stop myself from reacting as two thick fingers enter me at once. My channel stretches to accommodate his digits. A light sting and fullness follow but soon disappear when he pumps in and out of me slowly.

With one hand between my legs, he takes his other hand and fists my hair, tipping my head backward.

Leaning into my face, he growls, “I’d apologize for what I’m about to do, but we both know I’m not sorry. I paid a million dollars for you, and I’m going to make it worth every fucking penny.”

Fear licks my insides at the coldness of his voice and the iciness in his eyes as he removes his fingers, leaving me needy and hot, as he guides me to my knees in front of him. I feel ashamed at the way he makes me feel, and my cheeks burn with heat.

He pulls my face to his groin, and I open as wide as I can. He gives me no warning as he slides inside, barely fitting, forcing me to open wider. My jaw aches at the intrusion, and when the head of his cock nears the back of my throat, I gag.

I swear the sound turns him on more because his cock literally twitches in my mouth.

Tears well in the corner of my eyes and break free, trailing down my cheeks in tiny rivulets. We’ve only just begun, and I already feel completely used.

“Fuck. Don’t you dare stop.” He bares his perfectly straight white teeth, looking more animal than human.

All I can do is remain where I am, bound, and at his mercy. With his hand in my hair, he fucks my face, roughly pressing his cock to the back of my throat over and over again. I plead with my eyes, wondering if he would stop if I asked him to, while knowing he’s going to take from me until there is nothing more to take.

“Yes, just like that. Suck harder,” he snarls and tightens his grip. It’s unbreakable but doesn’t hurt, which surprises me. I want to shut off the feelings rushing through me, but it feels like he’s reaching inside of me and grabbing onto them, pulling them out of me with his fingers.

Using my tongue, I run it on the underside of his cock, causing him to groan with pleasure. My heart skips a beat, and I’m not sure what it says about me, but I want to hear him make that sound again. I want to please him. I want him to keep me, want me.

Focusing all my attention on him, I hollow my cheeks out and suck harder, continuing to move my tongue at the same tempo as before. His hips move faster, and from the way his body tightens like a bow, I know he’s getting close to his release.

“I bet your fucking wet, wishing my cock was inside you, filling your tight cunt.”

“Mmm,” I mumble around his length.

Staring down at me, his gaze darkens, the cool amber in his eyes becoming almost black. His top lip curls as if he’s going to release a roar, and a second later, he stops mid-thrust, holding his cock at the back of my throat. It’s like someone has overtaken my body because I shouldn’t enjoy this, not one bit. I should be pushing him away, crying, and pleading, but I’m not. There is something wrong with me for enjoying this.

Tears slide down my cheeks, and saliva dribbles out the corner of my mouth and down my chin. I must look like a mess, but somehow, Markus looks at me like I’m the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

“Swallow,” he demands, and a moment later, I feel his hot release fill my mouth.

The salty tang of it burns against my tongue, and swallowing it is the last thing I want to do, but I wouldn’t dare disobey him.

Pushing my pride aside, I do just that. I swallow around the tip of his mushroom-shaped head and look up at him as I do. He looks thoroughly satisfied.

After he empties every drop of his release into my throat, he drags his cock slowly out of my mouth, rubbing the tip over my lips before pulling away.

I suck in a shaky breath, feeling lightheaded.