Bred by the Mafia Monster (Breeding Season 7)

He wet his thumb, then spread her thighs wider, completely exposing her. He pressed his thumb to her anus, pushing inward even as she whined from the intrusion.

“Klaus?”

“Soon, this will be mine too. Every part of you belongs to me now.”

With his thumb still embedded in her asshole, he continued to fuck her with his mouth, suckling, licking, and devouring her cunt.

She was soaring, floating, any inhibitions long forgotten.

“Oh, God, Klaus!”

“Let it go, baby. Come all over my fucking face.”

His filthy mouth put her over the edge. The moment she relaxed, her body detonated, intense waves of pleasure rocking her to the core. On and on, she mewled and gasped, even calling his name at the peak of it all.

Slowly, the orgasm eased and she opened her eyes.

He was watching her.

“Nice and relaxed. Good.” She felt the thick head of his cock as he ran it up and down her wet slit. “It’ll be easier to take me now.”

She reached for his broad shoulders, needing to kiss, to be as close as possible to him. He kept supporting himself over her with his elbows but kissed her as he penetrated her for the first time. Inch by inch, he pushed his big, hard cock inside her body. His breathing was heavy, his kisses growing deeper with the occasional nip. She couldn’t get enough of him.

Their bodies melded together. Her softness to his hardness.

He whispered in her ear. “Take it all, Bella.” Klaus sucked in air through his teeth. “You’re so fucking tight.”

She felt incredibly full once his cock was inside her to the hilt. He stayed still as she adjusted, but she honestly didn’t need it. There wasn’t the pain she expected, no forced ripping away of her virginity her mother prepared her for. Klaus had been a slow, patient, and attentive lover. He cared about her pleasure, her fears.

Their marriage had been officially consummated. This was what everyone at the reception was waiting for. Now, the deal was sealed. She was an Accardi and belonged to the mafia monster.

“Tell me how you feel,” he said.

“Full.”

“That’s right. You’re full of my cock. Your little virgin pussy is stretched around every inch of me.” He tongued the shell of her ear. “Does it hurt much?”

She shook her head, afraid he’d pull away when she needed him most.

“Tell me if I hurt you,” he said. “I need to fuck you before I pass out.”

His restraint so far made her feel special, but she was ready for more. Isabella dug her nails into his back as he pulled out and pushed back in. Over and over, he fucked her with his big dick. Each passing minute, he moved faster, harder. A sheen of sweat broke out between them, her tits bouncing along with the mattress. The headboard slapped the wall each time he pumped his hips. He never tired. He was a machine.

The stimulation to her clit was too much, too soon, and she felt the familiar swell of an impending orgasm blossoming in her core again.

“Klaus, Klaus, Klaus,” she chanted.

“Good girl. Scream my name. Come for me, baby.”

“Yes.”

“Milk my cock, Bella.”

When she came, it was harder than last time. She arched her back and froze just before the peak. Her little pants stopped abruptly, and she came hard, crying out as her pussy spasmed around his erection.

Isabella felt the moment he came inside her, filling her with his cum. A few powerful thrusts, and he was gone the same as her. His heavy weight briefly dropping over her before he slid to the side. The only sound in the grand room was their heavy breathing.

They turned their heads to look at each other, but he looked as exhausted as she felt. Her entire body was spineless, his cum slowly dripping from her pussy.

“You’re my wife, Bella. No one will ever take you from me.”

Chapter Five

The whispers had started on his wedding night. All the guests were curious about what had happened between him and Carmello. His own father had told him to be careful. Carmello wasn’t a man to be made a fool out of, and if he had any sense, he should have killed him.

He had every intention of killing the bastard, but not before it was time. First, he needed to slowly break the man. It would start with each business he took over. Carmello wasn’t getting away with a quick death. Not at his hands.

No, he intended for it to be long, slow, and painful. He was going to make sure Carmello paid for each and every insult, every bruise. Glancing out the window of their beachside villa he’d purchased for their honeymoon, he saw Isabella walking across the shoreline.

Many men didn’t take an extended honeymoon, but he wanted some time alone with his new wife where the whispers of his reputation hadn’t followed. She looked like a siren. The white dress she wore had beautiful red roses. Her raven hair had been pulled back at the nape of her neck, and curls fell around her pretty face. He was completely captivated by her.