“Let's go home, I’ll message Kai saying you’ll take me,” she says and after she mentions it, I grab her by her thighs and hold her up against the wall, her body glued to mine, she locks her legs around my waist reticently.
I claim her lips, moving down to her neck when she lets out a gasp. “Don’t think you’ll get a free pass for sleeping on another man’s bed,” I say before leaving her a small bite mark on her precious, pale, perfect neck. A clear message passed on it, she’s mine. She moans lightly and represses it. I love how she’s the loud one in the relationship.
“It was Rian, and you were go-ne,” she says her voice failing as I lift her holding her ass and open the front door, leaning her against the couch under me. My cock pulsates for a feel of her, to be inside her. Crushed into her wetness.
“Tell me did you let Rian touch you?” I ask taking off her shirt she doesn’t reply instantly so I do what I do best, pleasure torture her. I take off her bra, and guidemy tongue around her now hardening nipples. “Answer the question, Love?” I say and she responds “No,” still I pinch her nipples and her hips lean against my crutch. And if I wasn’t swelling enough, the friction of Love against me. Her probably soaking wet cunt, against me, wet for me. Just me.
“Dom,” she moans out while pulling on my hair, as I suck hard and mark her breasts, she likes the pain. Her demons match mine. I keep marking her chest, neck and only move to her thighs when every bit of her was claimed. Fire burns inside my chest, through my heart, soul and adds to the hardness, when I feel her pussy ready to be taken by me. I pull her skirt and panties away, Love undresses me, exhilarated, I let her, take over for a minute, a minute she takes off my clothes until we’re completely naked, and she kisses me, still below me, her hips moving in my cock’s direction. I can feel her tremble when I flicker her clit, keeping my lips on her all time. On her breasts and neck. As if it wasn’t enough she bites her lip to contain a moan.
“Don’t. Scream for me,” I tell her aligning myself to her entrance, I feel everything in me, tell me to destroy her. But that’s not how this works with Love. I ruin her until all she sees is me, but I do not strongly hurt her. Just enough to keep her on her toes. When she tries to close the distance between us, I hold her neck down against the couch. I keep my hand there for one second as I slide inside her. “Your little cunt is milking my cock so good. So fucking tight,” I say, myself shaking and losing my head. I don’t know where my mind goes when I’m with her, it is in the clouds.
I let go off her neck and hold her hips, harshly thrustingin and out of her, until she’s squirming and moaning out my name. “Dom- fuck,” she whispers but I bite her lip to shut her up. I love how she lets me be in fucking control, all the damned time. Love was made for me. And I was definitely made for her as well.
Love grabs my arms, back, hair, anywhere she can as I kiss her. She whimpers and moans hard when I thrust my full length harder into her. She scratches me her nails digging into my flesh. My dick so hard it hurts, as our moans match.
“Do not come yet,” I tell her when I feel her shudder under my grasp.
“I need to,” she almost screams, and that gets me animalistic. I can’t rationally think, so I fuck her senseless. “Dom, please,” she begs holding onto my back, scratching it strongly.
“Not yet,” I demand but Love doesn’t manage to hold it in when I bite her neck, leaving marks all over it. I keep thrusting, feeling her clench, squirm and shake under me. I slide out when I feel her arousal building up again. I have to bite the inside of my cheek until it bleeds not to come then and there.
I try to move away from Love, but my body doesn’t let me. “Bad girls don’t get rewarded,” I say when she pulls me back on top of her. “I mean it.”
“Please,” she says moving her hips towards mine. I can’t hold myself back, not when I see tears in her eyes.
I get back inside her, my whole body electrifying, burning, aching, my dick pulsating and swelling as Love tightens around me, kisses me and bites my lip until it bleeds. I turn her around on the couch, she gasps as Ihold her hips fucking her from behind.
She grasps the couch shuddering with every hard thrust, “Dom,” she moans out and I can’t keep holding it much longer.
“Fuck you feel so good,” I whisper and when Love follows my hips’ movements I can’t keep myself thinking straight.
I dig my fingers in her ass, holding it and marking it with my hand. “Good girl,” I say when Love almost screams when I slap her ass. “You love the fucking pain, don’t you?”
“I need to-”
“You need to what?” I ask slapping her ass again, she squirms under my hold, our juices filling the couch.
“Come- please-,” Love almost screams, her voice straining, my fingers marked on ass cheeks. “Please”
“Tell me how much you like the pain”
“I lov-e i-it,” Love gasps out. I slap her ass one last time. “Now,” I grunt out, when I go over the edge, and we cover the sofa with our joint cum. Did I ever mention I love that she lets me own her, in every sense of the word. I’m literally all over her inside and out.
Love looks at me, and I switch our position so that she’s on top of me. “I love you,” Love says and I block. I completely shut down. This was eventually going to happen one day, right? She’d love me? One day, not this soon. “Forget I said it,” she says hiding her face on the curve of my neck. I stay silent I can’t say a word. I try, I open my mouth but nothing leaves my throat.
My dad never verbalised that he loved my mother, hetaught me there was no such thing as love. I was born and raised to feel nothing, and I didn’t. Not before I met her. He succeeded, I will not make the same mistake he did.
“I love you too,” I murmur and Love looks up at me mad.
“Don’t just say it because I did-”
“I didn’t,” I start and she intently looks at me listening carefully, “If there’s love, it’s you. I was a whole bunch of nothing but rage before you. I can’t tell you it’s love, I can tell you it feels stronger than that. It’s like there’s this force, that keeps me orbiting around you. I can’t stay away from you, Love. It’s physically and mentally impossible. These three days were hell. And seeing you felt like heaven, the only heaven I’ll ever know, and the only one I want and need. I’m sorry it took me so long to say it. I couldn’t form the words I was raised to repulse,” I admit and she holds me tight, her arms around my neck her lips on my cheek.
“Why did you close up when I talked about your father?” she questions and I put an arm around her, keeping my other hand on top of her shoulder, caressing it, and think of how I’ll put everything into words without blacking out again, and possibly running away.
“He’s a sensitive topic to say the least. From a young age he coerced my brother and me into being the next Tamik Ricik. My brother almost broke and I started to follow his every command so that he would leave James alone. Mitf mafia isn’t as amicable as Denfell’s and Kane’s. Most of us were born and raised to be the next best hitman. Kill without blinking. Not to get attached. Not to feel. I was detached already and my father’swords and his lessons only worsened the case. I was barely alive when I found you. I was brought to take you down. But I was the one who fell to my knees. You showed me that love exists. And you are the definition of it to me. I was nearing death, worse, I was killing without remorse, anyone and everyone that dared cross my path to what I thought was success. Being the most feared mafia leader. Having control over everything and everyone. I was so fucking wrong. My success is bringing a smile to your face. My success is seeing YOU succeed and being there to celebrate it. My success is having you in my life forever,” Love doesn’t say a word, not for minutes, and it’s not needed. The way she hugs me, lips to my chest leaving small kisses every now and then, is enough of an answer.
“Where were you my whole life?” she questions looking up at me I chuckle, her cheeks turn pink when I cover us, better her, with my coat.
