Caged: A Dark Mafia Romance

Gradually, I climbed back up her body, her eyes lazily opening as she refocused on me.

“Do you want me?” I asked, my voice coming out heavy and thick.

“I do. I do,” she begged. “I’ve never wanted a man as badly as I want you right now.”

Nayla’s hand found my cock, stroking the head, her thumb grazing the tip as it glazed with pre-cum. Her fist glided up and down over my shaft.

My hard cock ached with the need for release. The feel of her soft fingers and firm grip made me struggle not to just fuck her brains out right then and there. I fought the urge to let her gain all control.

With her hand stroking me, I placed my hand above hers, poising the head of my cock at her entrance.

She loosened her grip, allowing me to take over the moment I began pushing slowly inside her tight little pussy.

“Bend your knees,” I commanded, wanting to get balls deep in that body of hers.

Nayla did as I said, allowing me to move deeper at that angle. Her eyes shut and fingers clawed at my back as I roughly thrust into her, nearly tearing that tight little hole of hers.

Slowly, I withdrew before sliding my cock further into her pussy, even deeper than before. “I want to keep you forever,” I whispered against her ear.

Nayla nodded, her tightened grip on my back ceased, the pain from my deep thrusts turning to pleasure as she relaxed beneath my weight, curling her body around me, dragging her legs over mine, bringing me deeper into her warmth as she met my thrusts with her own.

“Keep me. Keep me locked away forever,” she panted as I drove into her with more force.

She leaned up, crushing her lips against mine, her fingers tangling in my hair as my cock spread her wide.

I could feel her tighten around my shaft.

She was close.

She would be screaming out my name.

Harder, I fucked her.

Harder, I pushed in and out.

Harder. Faster.

I reached down between us, two fingers stroking her clit, determined to set her tiny bundle of nerves on fire as I continued dominating her pussy.

Her pussy shuddered and her grip on me clenched down, moaning as her head lolled back and she arched from the mattress.

“Eddie,” she screamed. “Eddie!”

I continued on.

I was a greedy bastard and would not stop until she came again.

I fucked her with more fervor than before. In and out. Punishing that tiny cunt of hers until she would have to beg for me to stop.

Feeling her body coming undone a second time, I allowed myself to let go, spilling my completion inside of her as she continued to murmur my name.

Chapter Sixteen

Nayla Bell

A loud explosion woke us from our sleep. The sheer force shook the floorboards the bed sat on. Shouts, then the sound of machine guns going off surrounded us. Chaos had erupted.

“What’s happening?” I asked, terrified for both myself and Eddie.

“I don’t know. It could be Moretti or it could be the Feds.” Eddie grabbed me by the arm and led me to a corner in the room where a dresser stood. “Crouch down over here and cover your face. I’ll be back soon and come get you. Do not leave this place.”

“Wait! Please don’t leave me. I’m scared.”

Eddie squatted down next to where I sat shaking on the floor. “You’ll be fine. I promise.”

“You can’t promise that!” The continual gunfire and explosions outside forced me to have to yell to be heard. “What if something happens to you? They’re shooting outside.” Another round of rapid machine guns shook the room. A sharp ringing in my ears caused me to almost not hear his next words.

“If I somehow do not come back, you wait until men in uniforms come. You stay hidden until that happens.”

A sob escaped my shaking body, and I clung to him. “I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want you to leave me.” Another round of gunfire went off, causing me to scream. “Please!”

Eddie wrapped his arms around my body and began rocking me back and forth. “Say goodbye to me. Say goodbye to this nightmare. Close your eyes and say goodbye to the caged hell of what your life has become. Soon. Soon, you’ll see the light. Some men will come rushing in this door with guns, wide-eyed and ready to kill. Put your arms up high. Stay still. Allow the rescue to happen. You’ll be saved. You’ll be free. Say goodbye to me.” His statement came out like a lullaby, soothing my deep-seated panic. “I promise you this will all be over soon.” He kissed me fast and hard and then reached for a gun in the drawer of the dresser. “You’ll be okay, Nayla. You’ll be okay.”

I cried out his name as he ran out of the room into the haze of bullets, screams, and death.