Bred by the Mafia Monster (Breeding Season 7)

She cried out as he swiped his tongue between her slit, circling her clit before moving down to plunge inside her.

In and out, he fucked her with his tongue before moving up to suck her nub back into his mouth. Klaus always worked magic with his mouth. The fact he could live between her legs made her feel desirable.

His hands went beneath her ass, grabbing her cheeks as he ravished her with his tongue. He didn’t let up, making the pressure grow and grow. She had no choice but to take everything he gave her, and she did. There was no fear, just pure ecstasy. She was so close and she knew she wasn’t going to last.

Klaus didn’t make her wait. She came on his face as he lapped up her juices. In a matter of seconds, his cock was already out, and she moaned his name as he filled her. No matter how many times they had sex, she’d never get used to the sheer size of him.

He was so large. So thick. Exactly how a man should be made.

He pulled all the way out of her and then slammed back inside. She cried out, thrusting up to meet him. There was no mercy. He fucked her harder than ever before and she loved it. Isabella felt greedy, wanting more. “I love the way you fill me.”

“I’m all yours, baby girl. This cock belongs only to you.”

A groan spilled from his lips. She knew he was so close and then—

Gunshots rang out.

They both froze, but Klaus was the one to act first. He hadn’t taken his clothes off completely. He pushed his still-hard dick into his pants. She threw herself off the bed, grabbing a robe and tying it up. Her heart was about to beat out of her chest.

Within seconds, Klaus had a case on the bed, flicking through the combination before sliding it open.

He loaded up a gun, cocked it, and handed it to her. “Take this, get in the bathroom.”

“Klaus?”

“Listen to me. I need you to be safe. I’ll go and take care of this.” He cupped her face, kissing her once.

“Is it my dad?”

“Do as I ask.”

She took the gun from him and rushed toward the bathroom. Everything inside her screamed at her to go with him.

Klaus was in danger.

“Please be safe.”

“Always am,” he said.

She closed the bathroom door and stood in the bathtub, her body shaking. She didn’t know why she stood there, holding the gun in her hand.

Never had she killed anyone.

Tears filled her eyes. Her body felt numb. Every part of her was on fire. They’d been having sex and now, gunshots. Someone was in their home, despite all the guards. She put the gun down and covered her ears. The gunshots pierced through the air and she tried not to scream.

In and out, she tried to focus on her breathing.

All too soon, the gunshots stopped.

She frowned. Putting her hands down, she listened.

Silence.

“Klaus?”

Climbing out of the bathtub, she left the gun and walked out of the bathroom. She took three steps and then screamed. The sound was muffled as someone grabbed her from behind, covering her mouth. She couldn’t move. The strength in the man’s grip was bruising.

His hand wrapped around her neck, cutting off her air. She tried to claw at his arms as her oxygen was cut off.

“They said it would be easy to get to you. Just provide enough of a distraction and then you’d be free.”

She was going to die.

“I’ve got to make an example of you.” His hand ran down her body and she froze. The robe had opened up and she felt even more desperate to get as far away from him as possible.

He squeezed her breast and she fought even harder.

After lifting her foot, she drew it down and slammed it on his. The boots he wore were too thick to have impact.

Everything started to go hazy, and then she did what she’d seen in so many movies. Isabella reached down and grabbed his cock. She squeezed and tugged hard.

It did the trick.

He let her go and she collapsed, breathing in air.

There was no way she’d be a match for his strength. Klaus couldn’t be far. Was he even alive? She opened her mouth and screamed, loud and hard, even as it stung her throat. She kept on going, attempting to crawl away.

“You fucking bitch.”

The man yanked her up and hit her hard across the face with the back of his hand. She would have fallen to the floor if he hadn’t been holding her. He did this twice more before he grabbed his knife. The tip pressed against her throat. He was about to plunge it in when another gunshot rang out and blood splattered over her body, warm and wet.

She closed her eyes, quickly covering her face.