Bratva Sinner (A Possessive Mafia Romance)

He pulled me back then pushed me onto the couch. He slid in between my legs and pinned me down, holding my hands up above my head as I wrapped my legs around his hips. The tip of his cock was wet from my saliva and he pressed it against my soaked pussy, and for one blissful moment, he was halfway inside of me—

Then he thrust forward and filled me to the brim.

I gasped, back arching, head thrown back, eyes rolling. Holy shit, he was thick and long, and he filled me like a mold, like he was made for me and me alone. I groaned and rolled my hips, desperate for him, even as the pain and pleasure of him mingled like ice and fire. He began to stroke in and out, his muscular chest and abs tensed, his gorgeous face intense, and those eyes still roamed me, drinking me in like a man dying of thirst in the desert.

“Keep fucking me,” I moaned as my breasts shook with every hard thrust. “Keep going. I want you, Luke. I want to give everything to you, god, I want you to have me.”

“Every inch of this slick pussy,” he said, fucking me harder, savage and wild, taking me like I’d never been touched before. It was heaven, it was better than heaven—it was happening.

He ground himself deep inside and bit my lip as he kept holding my hands up above my head with one big palm while the other teased my breasts then grabbed my hip. He rocked faster, fucking me deeper, sending waves of pleasure rolling all over my skin, and I kept rolling my hips, moaning his name over and over, finally letting go of all my worries, all my fear and uncertainty, the whole world going blank, and there was only Luke, his cock inside of me, his body pinning me down, demanding my submission, demanding my pleasure.

I gave him everything, everything he wanted—and in return, I felt a fire between my legs and life on my lips, like I was finally feeling something real instead of the gray mundane humdrum bullshit of my normal existence. This was right, this was good, and god, I wanted to hold on to it as long as possible, but each thrust brought me closer and closer, and the way he looked at me with those worshipful eyes pushed me over the edge.

My back arched, my clit rubbed against him, and he fucked me through my orgasm as it ripped through me like a tornado. I gasped, his name on my lips, and he kept going, pinning me down, taking me like I was nothing, fucking me harder, making me come until I was close to blacking out before he finally released a massive growl and stiffened. He filled me to the brim, his orgasm mixing with mine in a sticky heaven, and I threw my arms around him and held him inside of me, wanting him to stay there, desperate for him to stay deep inside of me.

I heaved one last gasping moan as the orgasm slowly faded. He felt warm and incredible, and each big breath he took was like the growl of a bear.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to get back to sleep now,” I whispered, grinning like an idiot, my brain buzzing with pleasure.

“That’s all right,” he said moving back and looking at me again. “Because I didn’t plan on letting you go to sleep.”

I chewed my lip. “If I let you do that again, I think I’ll be sore tomorrow.”

“Good,” he said, tilting his head. “I want you to be sore. Maybe when you limp around the house, your pussy pulsing with every step you take, maybe you’ll think about what it feels like with my cock buried between your legs.”

I chewed on my lips. “You’re not joking, are you?”

“I’m not joking at all.” He stood, still naked, cock half-hard. “Come on, princess.” He held out a hand.

I knew what’d happen if I took it. He’d bring me upstairs into his room and he’d fuck me for the rest of the night. He’d use me, again and again, and bring me to another climax, and another, before filling me, coming in my mouth, on my chest, between my legs. If I went with him, I’d spiral into pleasure, and might never find my way back out again.

So I did what I never would’ve done before all this happened. I got to my feet, took his hand, and I followed him.

11

Luke

I could still taste Cara on my lips the next day as we drove out to a quiet part of the suburbs. She kept stealing glances at me, and I eventually put my hand on her leg possessively, squeezing gently with a slight smile.

She brushed my hand away with a laugh.