Page 32 of Mafia Doctor


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“Please, Oh God. Please, please, please! OH GOD, OH MY GOD DANTE!!”

She was begging shamefully now, and she didn’t care in the slightest. All she cared about was being allowed to climb down from this summit she’d been dragged up to and was now being mounted and ravished upon. There was no sign that Dante had even heard her, let alone paid any attention. If anything, he drove himself even deeper into her aching, burning pussy, forcing her to what would have been another orgasm—she’d lost count of what number this would have been—or at least it would have if the previous climax had ever truly ended.

“This is what happens to pouty girls who don’t trust their husband to give them the fucking they need.” That was accompanied by a particularly punishing lurch of his hips.

Instantly what felt like yet another orgasm hit her, except as far as she’d known she’d already been coming. He held her there at this new pinnacle of ecstasy until finally, in the first mercy she’d received tonight, he pulled free and let her slump to the bed, completely spent.

He gave her perhaps ten seconds to think it was over.

Then, before she’d even realized that he hadn’t come and that his cock was just as throbbingly hard as it had been throughout this consummation of their union, he delivered the words that left her heart filled with cold fear but her ravaged pussy still somehow clenching.

“That’s how I would have fucked a blushing virgin bride. But just like you said earlier, you’re not a blushing virgin, are you?”

He didn’t seem to want or need an answer because he gave her no time for one, he just took hold of her and flipped her over in a single motion, then with one big hand underneath her he yanked her hips upward as he knelt between her knees, which he’d just forced apart with his own.

Gripping her hair in his fist and leaning over, he pulled her head back to growl in her ear, “I’m not going to be gentle this time. Earlier you were my little bride. Now you’re just my little fucktoy.”

Then his cock was buried to the hilt in her pussy again in a single thrust, her face was smashed into the sheets, and he was more than just fucking her, he was rutting her like a beast. Aurora threw her hands back in desperation only to have him release his grip on her hair, pin both wrists to the small of her back with his left hand, and begin to blister her backside with his right.

“Bad little fucktoys get their bare asses spanked,” he growled at her.

Her earlier orgasms had left every inch of her hypersensitized, and these swats to her naked bottom stung immensely, yet somehow each burning spank added its own fire to the explosive climax building within her.

When it hit, she screamed.

Or she would have if he hadn’t stopping spanking her long enough to push her face into the pillow, cutting off her air for just that moment when the intensity was most brutal before he jerked back harder on her tightly gripped locks so she could draw in a ragged breath. Then her face was thrust into the pillow again at the same time a new, even more savage rutting began.

He didn’t spank this time. There was no need. His cock was teaching the only lesson necessary at this point.

Finally he released her hair and slid his fingers down to her incredibly sensitive clit.

She didn’t plateau this time.

The pleasure just kept building until she felt it would break her, and when it finally did, every muscle flexed and she screamed loudly enough to surely be heard by everyone in the villa.

Aurora pleaded with a desperate wail rather than words, but the only mercy she received was a brutal pinch of her clit that finally and utterly broke her. Every muscle clenched as she felt him roar and shoot his seed inside her with her abused nub still gripped tightly between his fingers.

She didn’t lose consciousness, but she didn’t quite keep it either. And a moment later she found herself slumped to the bed sobbing and spasming, tears running down her cheeks and his come dripping from her still spasming pussy. He ran his fingertips gently over her bare back.

“You’re mine, little bride,” he said. “And if you ever forget it, I’ll give you a fucking that makes that one look like it was meant for a blushing virgin.”

Then he pulled her close and kissed her hair as she drifted off to sleep in his arms.

EPILOGUE

Aurora felt sadder than she’d expected as the private jet took off. She even felt her eyes get misty as she watched the twinkling lights of Milan get smaller and smaller in the darkening sky before finally fading away as they started the flight back to Chicago. She’d really started to feel at home in the villa with Dante, but it helped to know that they could go back and stay there anytime they wanted.

She couldn’t truthfully say she was excited to start her life in Chicago, but she had come to accept it and had started to think of ways to make the best of it. Theater had always been an interest of hers, for example, so she would go see a lot of shows. The architecture and museums had always been fun to explore when she’d visited, so she would definitely be doing more of that. And… what else did Chicago have to offer. Hot dogs? She’d never really been a fan of hot dogs.

The flight attendant came by with a glass of white wine, which Aurora gratefully sipped at before settling into her cushy seat, reclining it all the way back, and putting on her eye mask. Sleep sounded better than having a pity party for herself at the moment.

She must have fallen asleep hard, because when she woke up she felt foggy, disoriented, and completely unaware of where she was for a split second. It was daylight now, and as she peered out the window at the fluffy white clouds she could see the landscape below transform dramatically, with towering, snow-tipped peaks rising sharply against the sky.

Aurora wasn’t a geography expert, but she was pretty sure there weren’t any mountains like that near Chicago, and they’d been in the air way too long for them to be the Alps or Pyrenees.

They looked like the Rocky Mountains, she thought.

Had the pilot taken the wrong route? Was Dante aware of this? Glancing at her husband and seeing that he was still asleep, she reached over to shake him awake.

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