Mafia Captive (Mafia Menage Trilogy 1)

I forced myself to nod my agreement. A condom was smart, responsible.

I ignored the animal part of my brain that wanted his hot cum to brand me deep inside.

His heat left me for mere seconds when he went to retrieve what we needed from his jeans pocket. He quickly sheathed himself and settled his weight over me once again.

“I need you inside me,” I panted, arching my back and rubbing my peaked nipples against his hard chest. “Please, Joseph. I need you.”

He bit out a curse, and I felt his hard cock line up with my slick entrance. He pushed in slowly, showing the same care for my wellbeing he’d demonstrated so many times already. He was just as big as I’d imagined, and although he took his time with me, a slight burn accompanied his penetration.

My breath came in short, shallow gasps as I struggled to accommodate him. The way he stretched my body to its limit made me feel almost unbearably full, but I was already addicted to the feel of being completely overwhelmed by him. I welcomed the burn, the edge of discomfort that came along with pleasure.

“Hold on to me,” he urged. “I’ve got you.”

Finally, I moved my arms from where they’d been stretched above my head. My fingers curved into his shoulders, clinging to him as he entered me to the hilt. He groaned at the effort of holding himself back, but he remained still inside me for several long seconds. My inner walls contracted around him, struggling to adjust to his size.

He captured my lips in a tender kiss, coaxing my mouth open so his tongue could slide against mine. I sighed and relaxed beneath him, my inner muscles finally easing enough to allow him to move within me. He pulled almost all the way out, his cockhead dragging across my g-spot. Stars burst across my vision as pleasure sizzled through me. When he began to enter me again, I rocked my hips up to meet him, craving more of the blissful stimulation.

He took up a slow, steady pace, stroking into me with care. But I could feel the tension in his lips where they caressed mine, and I knew it was almost painfully difficult for him to restrain himself.

I didn’t want him to show any restraint.

I boldly wrapped my legs around him and sank my teeth into his lower lip.

His control snapped. He snarled into my mouth and slammed into me, driving deep and hard. He began to take me without finesse, and I met each of his wild, harsh thrusts. He hit the sensitive spot inside me over and over again, sending me flying impossibly higher.

I cried out, and my core contracted around him as my orgasm rushed through me with blinding force. He kissed me harder, his tongue claiming my mouth in the same way his cock claimed my pussy.

My orgasm triggered his, and he snarled his pleasure as his cock jerked inside me. He’d taken me, marked me as his. The knowledge kept me floating in ecstasy, even as I came down from my high. Little aftershocks of pleasure crackled through my system, and he remained firmly seated inside me, as though he couldn’t bear to be parted from me, either.

He grasped my hips and rolled, positioning my body so I was draped over him. I rested my cheek on his sculpted chest, breathing him in as I lingered in bliss. He resumed praising me, murmuring about how beautiful and perfect I was. The residual physical pleasure and the joy elicited by his reverent words cocooned me in a warm glow. I relaxed into him, and his sweet endearments lulled me to sleep.

Chapter Seven

Joseph

I should’ve left half an hour ago, but I lingered in Ashlyn’s bedroom while she took a shower. When she’d woken up in my arms this morning, she’d told me I was welcome to stay—her wide eyes had practically begged me to stay—and my half-hearted insistence that I should get going had died on my tongue.

I’d slept at her place again after our explosive sex last night. Part of my mind knew that my long-denied hunger for her had deepened into obsession. I shouldn’t be so attached to her this quickly.

And on some level, I knew it wasn’t right that I was allowing myself to surrender to her allure. Ashlyn was every bit as sweet and innocent as I’d imagined. Her infatuation with me was obvious—if she weren’t infatuated, she would’ve run scared from my shockingly intense behavior. She was either too young or too inexperienced to understand that chemistry like ours could be dangerous. All-consuming. Reckless.

I didn’t have the excuse of youth or inexperience. I’d never felt a connection this strong with any woman, but I should’ve recognized that things were happening far too fast. I couldn’t think through my decisions rationally when I was drunk on her touch and affection. I’d always thrived on control, but with Ashlyn, I had none.