Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

“I wanna f*ck you with those heels”

Tonight, he was going to f*ck her and not make love to her. Despite his cold authoritative tone, her core clenched and wetness shamelessly coated her thighs. The cool air in the room created goosebumps all over her burning flesh as chills ran down her spine.

There was a dark aura around him. It was something inexplicably black and evil and cruel that screamed danger. But that didn’t stop her n? pples from puckering, straining, and demanding to be touched. Even with the blo? d stains all over him, she was dripping wet. Arousal gathered low in her stomach, and her p? ssy heated and throbbed knowingly.

Sergio watched her the entire time with a dark, predatory gleam. From her long slender legs to her shaved p? ssy which he knew was dripping wet for him. He didn’t need to spread her wide open just to figure that out. His eyes moved up to her flat stomach and curvilinear waist, then they settled on her bre@sts which were round and fuller than the last time he saw them.

Her pink n? pples hardened under his intense gaze and engorged into tiny buds. Even if she tried to, she couldn’t stop her body from reacting to him. It was pointless and she had given up a long time ago. Now, all she wanted was for him to touch her everywhere. But instead of that, his eyes remained on her bre@sts. It felt like they had turned into precious gems and he was trying to study them.

“What have you been doing, Bambolina?” He finally asked as his eyes met hers.

“Nothing”

“Have you been touching yourself while I was away?” He asked and her eyes widened. “That is a crime, Bambolina”

Rosana gulped hard and shook her head in response. “No. I… I have never”

“Good. Because only I get to touch you. You can only touch yourself when I permit you to” He didn’t need to ask before she nodded in response. “Now, give me a show. Touch yourself. Show me where and how you like being touched”

For someone who had not touched herself before, Rosana didn’t ask questions. She always believed that Sergio’s touches felt better and no one else, not even herself could please her the way he did.

Slowly but seductively, she lowered herself to the ground with her eyes still pinned on Sergio’s. She caressed her bre@sts with her left hand, squeezing and pinching her nipples before her right hand slid between her legs, trailing lower until her fingers brushed against the place that tingled with hunger and awareness.

Sergio watched her the entire time with a dark, predatory gleam. His eyes devoured her the way a lion would tear into a gazelle. Fierce. Ravenous. Destructive. His gaze dragged from her full, firm bre@sts to her p? ssy which was already glistening with her wetness.

Her eyes snapped shut as she felt a spear of pleasure bursting through her. It only took imagining him, those big powerful hands that had the power to bring her unmeasurable pleasure but also destroy her. His fingers touching all the right places, his teeth biting and scraping her skin, leaving marks, and his tongue worshipping all of her.

Soon, she was whimpering with pleasure, her mouth falling open and her breaths turning shallow as she rubbed her cl? t and fingered her p? ssy, just like he does to her. She pinched her n? pple and cried out when it sent sparks shooting to her lower region.

Sergio tilted his head to the side for a better view. His d*ck was so hard and could punch a nail into a wall. “Who are you thinking of, Bambolina?”

His raspy voice sent a tidal wave of shivers skittering throughout her body. Her entire body burned and the pleasure radiating from her p? ssy had her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

She whimpered and kept working her fingers in and out of her slippery p*ssy. “You!”

“I bet I am f*cking that sweet little p*ssy, deep and hard, hmm?” He asked and stalked over to her like a predator. “I bet I am filling you up with my c? ck and f*cking you till you come over and over again!”

“Yes… God, yes!”

Rosana cried out as she worked her fingers deeper and faster, chasing a climax, an end. She had already concluded that Sergio and his filthy words would be the end of her. If there was anything it did, it pushed her closer… Closer…

“Don’t you dare” Sergio growled and grabbed her hand, ripping it out of her at once.

“No, please!!!” She cried out in disappointment and protest but he didn’t let her continue. “I was close”

“I know that Bambolina, but I guess you’ve had enough fun with yourself.” He smirked evilly and she shivered, knowing what was coming next. “Take it out”

Swallowing the hurt and disappointment that she felt hanging on her chest, she raised her hands to his trousers and started unbuckling his belt. Damn him for cutting her off when she was very close to reaching her climax. It was her first time touching herself and he should’ve let her enjoy it till the end. But he was Sergio De Niro after all and unpredictable as always.

The second his c? ck is freed, she gasped. He was not just long but incredibly thick with threading throughout the hard length. She gulped down the saliva that had formed in her mouth and looked up at his dangerously handsome face before taking him deep down her throat.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

“You take it like a good girl” Sergio purred and fisted his hand around her hair. “My good girl!”

Rosana blushed and took him deeper, earning a groan from him. Instead of finishing off, he pulled out of her mouth and ordered her to stand. When she did, he grabbed her by the neck and kissed her roughly. Rosana responded with the same intensity, kissing and biting his lips.

“I see you grew stubborn when I was away” He groaned and licked his lips, tasting blo? d. “Now, let’s see how long that will last!”

Panic sliced through her as he picked her up from the ground. She immediately wrapped her legs around his torso while he moved them over to the wall. What was he planning to do with her? She wondered. Her thoughts were cut off when her bare back pressed against the cold wall. Before her mind could process what was about to happen, Sergio drove into her with a savage thrust.

A sharp cry escaped her lips as he pulled out of her only to slam back in. “How is that for a start, hmm?”

“Sergio…!”

“I asked a f*cking question” He growled and dug his nails into her thighs. “And I need a f*cking answer”

“It… It is so painful” She admitted as her lips quivered. No matter how many times they had s*x, she never got used to his size. She was always stretching painfully to accommodate his size.

“That is what happens when you don’t do as I say, Bambolina” Again, he slammed into her, almost tearing down her walls. She screamed and tried to push him off but he didn’t budge. He was like an immovable rock.

In that position, Sergio f*cked her deep and hard while she screamed her lungs out. He paused and raised her legs so they rested on his shoulders. With that, he slammed back into her and her heart stopped for a solid five seconds before it kicked into high gear and climbed its way up her throat.

“Sergio!!!”

Still moving inside of her, he leaned over and sucked a n? pple into his mouth. His tongue lapped around the peak, licking and twirling. He slowed his thrusts, and she gasped as he hit the sensitive spot inside of her.

“You like that, hmm?”

“Yes… Yes, please!”

He smirked and sank his teeth into the hollow of her neck. “Don’t get too comfortable, Bambolina”

With that, he pulled out almost completely until only the tip remained, and then he rammed back in over and over. She clawed his back, drawing out blo? d, and screamed out her lungs but none of those could stop him. Her screams sounded like music to his ears. One he could listen to for eternity and never get tired of.

Sergio pulled her away from the wall and she heaved in relief. She knew it wasn’t over but what she didn’t expect was to get bent over and f*cked on every artwork in the room. Their breaths mingled together, rough and unpolished with raw, unhinged pleasure.

“Now, come for me, Bambolina!” He growled into her ears, f*cking her over the last art piece.

“I… I can’t!” She cried breathlessly, her bre@sts bouncing on her chest. He had made her come whilst f*cking on each piece and now the rush of sensation was painfully acute.

Black spots swam before her eyes and her heart felt as if it was pounding against her ribcage. How could she have forgotten the monstrous and ruthless side of him? The bloodstains on his clothes and face should’ve served as a warning and a reminder but it didn’t. She had been so overwhelmed with need and turned blind to the danger signs.

“I told you, Bambolina. You have to come on every f*cking piece in this room”