Claimed by Her Mafia Man

“Damon.”

“I know. Just come, baby. Let me see you come all over my dick.”

Seconds later, she came and as she did so, he had to grit his teeth, holding onto his sanity, but the pleasure was too much. In one last thrust, he came, spilling his cum into her waiting pussy. Only, this wasn’t going to end here.

Even before the last of his orgasm ebbed away, he picked her up and carried her to their bedroom. Dropping her down on the bed, he saw some of his cum spill from the lips of her pussy. He groaned, swiping some and pressing it back inside her.

All of his cum was supposed to be inside her.

Removing his jacket and his shirt, he joined her on the bed. His cock was already hardening once again.

Putting her to her knees, he spread the cheeks of her ass and saw what he wanted.

“Wait,” she said. “I’d like to taste you.”

He stopped. “What?”

She rolled over and slid so that he straddled her chest. Lifting up, she wrapped her fingers around his length and licked her lips. “I want to taste you.”

Her tongue peeked out and she slid it across his head. She released another little moan as she did. Next, she opened her lips and took more of him, sinking down until he hit the back of her throat before coming back up. She did this again and again. If he hadn’t been hard before, he certainly was now.

Fuck, her mouth was so damn perfect. He pumped his dick inside her mouth, unable to control his own needs. She was so amazing.

He was ready to fuck her. When he felt like he was close to coming in her mouth, he stopped and took control, forcing her back onto her knees. “You’re my wife, Isabella. All you have to do is ask, and anything, everything your heart desires will be yours.”

He spread the cheeks of her ass, stroking over her asshole. She tensed up but didn’t pull away.

“Tell me to stop, baby. Tell me to fucking stop.” All it would take was her asking him to.

She didn’t say a word.

He pressed his fingers inside her, getting them nice and slick before drawing them back to her anus. Their combined releases made her wet enough to press his fingers into her. It wouldn’t be enough for his cock though.

He released her ass, and with his other hand, found the lubricant. Damon handed the tube to her, and she worked his length, getting him nice and ready.

Moving back behind her, he placed his cock at her entrance.

“You’re going to need to push out and not tense up.”

Again, no words as he slowly started to work his cock into her ass. After each inch, he stopped, giving her time to become accustomed to his length. She’d wave her hand in the air, giving him permission and by the time he sank to the hilt, she was wriggling on his length. This was a lot tighter than her pussy.

He worked her ass slowly, making sure she was enjoying it, not pushing past her pain, just making it good for her. There was no need to rush this and as she found her second release, he held on, trying to count, to make this last, but the squeezing of her ass, and the noises she made, it was all just too much. He came hard, filling her asshole with his cum.

Collapsing on the bed, he wrapped his arms around her.

Philip Drago had asked for him to take care of his daughter. At the time, he’d agreed, believing it would be a convenience to him. He was doing a capo a favor and in doing so, he was going to earn the title and the Drago fortune.

Not once did he think he was going to fall in love with the woman or kill people to keep her safe. He didn’t know how she did it, or even how he could have fallen so hard, but Isabella owned his heart, and there was no way he was going to ever ask for it back.Chapter Eleven“This isn’t a good idea,” Randy said.

“Oh, please. Why not? I’ve lived here my whole life and you’ve been here a lot longer. Stop being such a party pooper.”

“What is so important that we’re sneaking back to your old house?” Randy parked the car and Isabella climbed out.

“It’s … not important.”

Randy sighed. “If it’s not important, then do me a favor and get back in the car and go shopping like a normal person.”

“You’re not very nice when you say things like that, do you know that?”

“Yeah, I do, and guess what, it’s for your own good.”

“It’s not for my own good at all, and you know it.” She glanced up at the place that had been both a haven and a nightmare. “I want to give him Dad’s ring.”