Adrian's Vengeance (Mafia Heirs 1)

"Not unwilling…" She moans. "Can't be unwilling when I'm begging you to do it to me..."

Her words make my cock swell, making it even harder to not lose it and just fill her pussy up. But I force myself to slow down, to pump inside her with slower thrusts, to prolong the moment before I'm going to inevitably, spill my entire load inside her.

Her belly is already swollen with my son growing inside her ? I know it's a son, even though we haven't checked the sex ? and I can't wait to give her many more children.

We both slow down, our breaths becoming one as I slowly thrust in and out of her. The world outside is dark but there's a light here, a warmth between us that spreads from the spot where I'm fucking her all over us. Maybe it's love. Maybe it's the culmination of every feeling I've had for Marzia Da Costan ? ow Da Costa Bernardi ? over the long years I've dreamt of this moment. Of holding her in my arms— making her mine.

I speed up again. I was merciful before, but now it's time for some more torture.

In moments, Marzia is a mess of pleases and yeses, and I keep fucking her, harder with each punishing thrust. I can't help myself…I want to fucking hurt her, not because her fear turns me on, but because she wants this as eagerly as I do...

"You can't come yet," I tell her through gritted teeth. "But I can."

She wails in protest just as I erupt inside her. My cum drips out of her pussy and I pull out, using my fingers to scoop up the dripping seed and feeding it to her.

"Again," I finally growl as she starts to whimper. I'm inside her again. It's not enough. It will never be enough. I need to make her mine until the world knows whom she fucking belongs to.

One day, I will put my name on her. A tattoo, something that can never fade… just like our love.

"Please, Adrian, don't keep it from me," she whimpers. "Let me fucking come, I can't take it anymore, let me have it, please Adrian, let me have it!"

I smirk against her lips before swallowing up her protests with a deep kiss. "Don't argue. Just suffer."

She wails and I fucking love it. This kind of psychological torture, of preventing her from having the orgasm she's so desperate for, has got me harder than ever. I don't need to hurt her physically. Why would I, when I can fuck with her mind instead? It's so much more delicious to see her suffer this way.

"Keep going," she pants the words out. "Keep fucking me, I don't want to stop. Don't let me come."

"Oh, you've come around," I hiss, my cock growing bigger inside her again. My balls feel so fucking heavy despite the fact that I've already come inside her once. I'm never going to get enough of her, not in a fucking lifetime. "Then do it, bambina... fucking come on my cock, come for me, show me what's mine."

She shrieks her release. I'm sure the entire mansion knows what we're up to in here and yet I couldn't give two flying fucks about it. She's mine. All of her belongs to me. And I'm never going to stop proving it to her.

I pump her full again as the force of her held-back orgasm rocks Marzia to her core. She lies on her back, gasping for breath as I pull her against me. My cock is dripping, her pussy is too, and I don't give a shit about any of that. All I want is her. This moment, when she's in my arms, so I can inhale her sweet floral scent and imagine a lifetime together with her.

"I love you, Marzia Da Costa Bernardi," I find myself saying.

"You do?" She looks deep into my eyes. "You've never said that before."

"No, I haven't." I shake my head. "To anyone. But I mean it. I love you."

She covers her lips with mine, the words so soft they're meant only for us, "I love you too."

Our son is born two weeks late.

I tease Marzia that he's lazy, but as I hold my baby Bruno in my arms, I know he's every bit as perfect as we all imagined him being. He's beautiful, sweet as he opens his eyes and looks into mine the moment he's born.

Mother and baby are happy and healthy, so we're able to return to the Mansion soon enough. A month later, I make Marzia take another pregnancy test.

"Are you kidding me?" She laughs. "There's no way, I'm already pregnant again."

"Not for lack of trying." I smirk. She's recovered from childbirth perfectly and I am eager to get her pregnant again.

"Fine, I'll take it. Only because you're so excited." She disappears into the bathroom.