A Night With The Ruthless Mafia Don

“Sweetheart,” Alejandro whispered as he began tracing Marisa’s face gently with his finger. He traced her face down to cleavage before leaning in, then he whispered, “How about we do something more fun?”

Marisa’s heart began racing fast as Alejandro’s touch sent an electrifying feeling throughout her body. Her breath became abnormal the moment Alejandro leaned closer and kissed her neck. His kiss was slow, wet and electrifying that she couldn’t help but let out a soft moan even though she tried so hard not to moan.

Alejandro continued placing wet kisses on her weak spot which was her neck. Marisa wanted him to stop, but her body wanted him to continue kissing her. Eventually, Marisa overcame the allure of Alejandro’s kiss, and she pushed him off her. After pushing him, she gave him a hot, resounding slap.

Alejandro touched his cheek, and he gazed at her with a mischievous smirk. Shivers ran down Marisa’s spine when she saw the smirk on his face. She knew what Alejandro’s smirk meant, and she instantly regretted her decision of slapping him.

“It seems you’ve forgotten what I said about disrespecting me,” Alejandro said as he once again closed the gap between them, and Marisa’s back rested on the wall.

Marisa’s gasped as Alejandro placed both his hands on the wall, trapping her. Her heart raced faster as she gazed at his face which was just a few inches a away from hers.

The tension in the air was palpable as Alejandro’s gaze bore into Marisa’s eyes. She could feel the heat emanating from him, and a mixture of fear and desire coursed through her veins. Despite the conflict within her, there was an undeniable attraction that kept her rooted in place.

Alejandro’s mischievous smirk persisted, his confidence unwavering. “You can’t resist me, Marisa,” he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine. With each passing moment, the intensity of their connection grew stronger.

Marisa, trying to regain control, mustered the strength to speak, “You mean nothing to me, Alejandro, so stop talking as if you are some sort of god.” Her words were a feeble attempt to assert herself, but Alejandro’s gaze held a magnetic power that made it challenging for her to break away.

In response, Alejandro leaned in, his lips dangerously close to hers. “You still don’t know who I am, mi amor,” he murmured, his voice seductive. “I’m a god. I control the most powerful mafia organization in the world. I have hundreds of organizations under my command, and I can do anything I want at any fucking time. So technically, I am a god.” The chemistry between them intensified, creating a magnetic force that seemed to pull them together.

Marisa scoffed at his words and said, “You’re no fucking god, Alejandro. You’re just an heartless monster in human body. You don’t deserve to be human. Infact, you should be living among wold animals and not humans.”

In a bold move, Alejandro lifted Marisa effortlessly, his arms securing her as he carried her towards the bed with a determined stride. Marisa’s pulse quickened, her fingers gripping Alejandro’s shoulders as she felt the undeniable strength in his hold. The room seemed to spin as he gently laid her down on the soft bedding.

Marisa gasped audibly, a mixture of surprise and anticipation escaping her lips. The sudden change in scenery heightened the intensity of the moment. Alejandro hovered over her, his eyes locked onto hers.

With a breathless voice, Marisa questioned, “What the fuck are you doing, Alejandro?” Her eyes searched his, seeking answers in the depths of his intense gaze. The air was thick with tension as they lingered in this charged moment.

Alejandro gave no reply, instead he swiftly grabbed an handcuff from his backpocket and he cuffed Marisa’s right hand to the bed frame.

“What the fuck!” Marisa exclaimed in shock.

Alejandro smirked and got down from the bed, then he walked to the wardrobe closet in the room and he brought out another handcuff. Marisa watched him as he approached her with the handcuff glistening in his hand.

“What the fuck are you doing, Alejandro?” She questioned as he got on the bed and hovered over her.

Alejandro said nothing in response. Marisa tried to hit him with her free hand, but Alejandro was fast enough to catch her hand in mid-air. The moment he grabbed her other hand, he also cuffed it to the bed frame, leaving Marisa helpless and vulnerable.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Alejandro? What the hell are you doing?” Marisa asked in anger as Alejandro’s hovered her with a smirk plastered on his face.

Alejandro, his expression unyielding, traced a finger along Marisa’s jawline, his touch sending shivers down her spine. “I’m showing you who I really am, mi amor. I want to prove to you that I’m a god, and I have the power and capability to do whatever the fuck I wanna do,” he replied, his voice low and hypnotic. His words hung in the air, tempting and provocative.

Marisa had conflicted emotions written across her face, and she dared to challenge him further. “And how do you intend to prove that? By raping me, huh?” she asked, her voice dripping with mockery and anger.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Alejandro gave her no response. Instead, he began undressing her.

“Hey, are you crazy? Take your fucking hands off me!” Marisa yelled as Alejandro effortlessly undressed her.

Alejandro threw her gown aside, leaving her in only her bra and panties.

“I missed seeing you like this,” Alejandro said with a lustful smirk as he gazed at her half-naked body.

“Stop this madness, Alejandro, and let me go!” Marisa yelled angrily as he tried to free herself.

Alejandro began unbuttoning his shirt, and the moment he finished unbuttoning the shirt, he threw it away and focused his gaze on Marisa.

Marisa swallowed hard as she gazed at his bare, broad chest and perfectly-built body. Even though she was angry, she couldn’t help but admire him. His chest, biceps and abs were too sexy to be ignored.

Alejandro smirked when he noticed her staring admiringly at him.

“Like what you see?” He asked teasingly as he began to unbuckle his belt, then he dragged down his pants and his hard dick came into view.

Marisa came back to her senses, and she shot him a glare. “Uncuff me right now and let me out of this fucking place!” She said, trying so hard to free her hands.

“I’m not uncuffing you until I prove to you who I am,” Alejandro replied. “Remember you asked how I’m going to prove that to you? Well, I’m gonna fúck you like I want to kill you, and I won’t be nice,” he whispered gravely into her ear, and she stiffened. One look at Alejandro’s face and Marisa knew she was done for.

“Wait!” Marisa exclaimed, but Alejandro didn’t wait. He grabbed her by the throat and pushed her backwards on the bed. Marisa’s eyes flashed wide open, and her red lips parted to scream. But Alejandro choked on her throat, stopping the scream from escaping.

Dragging down her panties, Alejandro pressed the tip of his cock to her frothing slit, and then he pushed all the way inside her wet, tight honeypot.

Marisa dug the back of her head into the bed. An exerted growl flew from her lips, and she flexed her vaginal muscles around him. Alejandro took a moment to savor the wet, tight heat of her pússy clenching about his cóck, and then he grabbed her hips, pulled out to the tip, and rammed into her all the way.

He released her throat, and this time she cried out, but that didn’t stop him either. He squeezed one of her bréasts in retaliation. The supple flesh protruded around his fingers, and the nípple stood firm against his thumb.

Marisa began moaning softly as Alejandro guided his thumb and finger to pinch her. He twisted her nípple and pulled it from her body, and she squealed a muffled tone of approval.

Alejandro thrust again, and again and again, always pulling out to the head, and then driving until my balls slapped against her fat àss. Her body lurched back and forth across the bed, her breasts jiggled to the beat of his drives, and her thighs rippled with the impact of my lust.

Marisa’s eyes bare nothing but submissive desire, and Alejandro stared into them with his domineering possessiveness. She belongs to him; his possession. He’d ravish her.

Alejandro sneered at her as her voice rose higher and higher around his head. Marisa cried something out from her mouth but Alejandro just squeezed her cheeks. He grinned as she screamed out in pleasure from his rapidly-driving cock.

“I missed this so much,” Alejandro grunted as he continued banging her at a fast pace. “I know you also missed it as much as I do, so moan and scream my name.”

Marisa moaned loudly as her eyes began to roll back in her head, and her jaw began slackening. Alejandro took doubled his pace as he listened to the sweet chorus of her desperate, moaning breaths. They were growing faster and shorter, until they were nothing but pants mixing with squeals.

“Hmmm… Yes, Alejandro! Ahh!” Marisa moaned as she felt pleasure coursing through her body system.

“Yes, moan my name.” Alejandro grinned as he grabbed her other bréast and pinched the free nipple, fúcking her faster and faster, harder and harder, until their pelvises were smacking together in fury of slapping blasts. It was crazy. The bed was shaking dangerously.

Alejandro growlwd and plowed into her harder and harder, not caring if I’m hurting her, but hoping I am. His cóck drove through her tight wetness; parting her inner resistances and breaking her in. Marisa was thrashing now. Her screams were rough and exerted, as though she was in the midst of great physical strain.

Then Alejandro thrust one last time. Marisa’s entire back arched from the table, her shoulders pinned back, and her thighs lock around his hips. A single, breathless sound passed her gaping lips, and then she squirted all over him.

Alejandro blasted his cúm inside her with a throaty roar, and collapsed on top of her as she finally found her voice. She shut her eyes and screamed out in satisfaction orgasm hit her hard.

Alejandro drove the last bit of himself into her, and her scream subsided to a whimper. They breathed heavily on the bed for a moment, and then looked into each other’s eyes.

“And now, do you accept that I am a god?” Alejandro asked with a smirk as he gazed into Marisa’s eyes.

Marisa gave no response as he tried to catch her breath. Even though she said nothing, the expression on her face said it all: Alejandro is a god, and he just proved to her that he could do anything he wished to do at any given time. But would Marisa allow him to be her god?