God Of Vengeance (Kings Of Mafia)

I can’t stop the tears from falling, the pain something I’ve never experienced before.

I knew it would hurt losing my virginity, but not this much. With every thrust, it feels like Damiano’s trying to tear me open, and it burns like hell everytime he pulls out.

His arm around me tightens, and I cling to him for dear life as he thrusts harder and harder.

Breaking the kiss, his eyes keep mine imprisoned as he claims me, and even though it hurts, I don’t look away.

I watch as his features tighten, then he jerks once before all his weight bears down on me. His face transforms from brutal to the hottest sight I’ve ever seen.

As Damiano orgasms, and I feel the strength drain from his body, I realize in this moment, he’s as vulnerable as he’ll ever be.

I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, and he practically engulfs me before he plunges into me twice more.

When his body stills, he doesn’t pull out.

The pain starts to ease a bit, and as we just hold each other, the gravity of the situation sinks in.

Damiano just took my virginity.

We’ve consummated our union, and nothing will be able to tear it apart.

I belong to him.

And he belongs to me.

My eyes widen as I stare up at the ceiling.

Holy shit.

The Capo dei Capi belongs to me.

I wear his ring.

I’ll bear his children.

I’ll stand by his side for the rest of our lives.

Damiano lifts his head, and again, his eyes lock with mine.

I bring my hands to his jaw, and lifting my head, I press a kiss to his mouth before whispering, “I paid with blood for you. You now belong to me.”

When I lie my head down again, his gaze burns into mine with so much intensity I feel it in my soul.

Damiano

Gabriella’s words fill my chest, and with my cock buried deep in her body, she takes ownership of me.

I stare into her light brown eyes, the green flecks brighter from the tears she cried.

And. I. Fall.

Fucking hard.

The longer I stare at Gabriella, the more emotions pour into my chest until my heart races like a horse caught in a wildfire.

The possessiveness I felt before spirals out of control. The protectiveness becomes a living force.

I’m so fucking obsessed with her I can’t stop staring, not wanting to miss a breath from her lips.

And she holds my gaze.

My voice is hoarse as I murmur, “My queen.” I press my mouth to hers and whisper, “La mia regina.”

“Il mio re.”© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Hearing her call me her king fills me with intense satisfaction.

I press another kiss to her mouth, then say, “Your virgin pussy took me so well.”

Her cheeks turn pink, and I love the sight of her blushing.

When I pull out of her, the color drains from her face until she’s pale from pain.

“You okay?” I ask.

She nods as she sits up.

My eyes land on the blood coating her pussy and inner thighs.

Worried, I ask, “Should you bleed so much?”

I glance down at myself and see my pelvis and cock are covered in her blood.

“I’m sorry. I’ll clean everything quickly,” Gabriella says as she climbs off the bed.

She only takes two steps before she sinks to the floor.

In a split second, I dart off the bed and haul her into my arms.

She lets out a breathless chuckle. “My legs are numb.”

Seeing all the blood, the pain on her face, and that she’s not even able to fucking walk, regret pours hot and fast into my chest.

I was way too fucking rough with her.

Climbing to my feet, I carry her to the bathroom before I set her down on the counter.

I switch on the faucets in the shower, and the moment the water is warm enough, I move her into the shower.

“Lean against me,” I order.

Her hands grip my sides, and her breasts press against my stomach.

I use my hands to rinse her blood from our bodies, and when my fingers gently brush over her pussy, she lets out a gasp.

“Almost done, my little spitfire,” I murmur.

When I’m finished, I switch off the faucets and grab a towel. I dry her body, and after wrapping a towel around her, I lift her to sit on the counter again so I can dry myself.

I wrap another towel around my waist before I pick my woman up bridal style.

Walking out of the bathroom and through the walk-in closet, I stop in the sitting room and lean down so she can reach the side table.

“Grab my gun.”

Gabriella picks up the weapon, then I walk through her bedroom and head to my suite.

Not even bothering to switch on a light, I take Gabriella to my bed and carefully lay her down.

Grabbing the gun from her, I set it down on the bedside table before I stalk to my bathroom, where I keep a first aid kit and painkillers for when I get hurt.

I grab the Tylenol and get a bottle of water from the mini-fridge in my private sitting area, then head back to the bed.

“Take two,” I order as I hold the water and painkillers out to Gabriella.

I grab the remote control from the bedside table and push the button to turn on the lights, then watch as she takes the medication.

When she’s done, I ask, “How do you feel?”

“I’m okay.”

When I reach for the towel around her body and pull it open, her eyebrows fly into her hairline.

The moment I nudge her legs open so I can see if the bleeding has stopped, she gasps, “Are we going to have sex again?”

I let out a chuckle. “No. Just checking whether I should call a doctor.”

“Don’t call a doctor, and don’t look down there,” she snaps, clamping her legs shut while trying to slap my hand away.

My eyes flick to hers, and bracing my hands on either side of her ass, I mutter, “Your pussy belongs to me, and I will fucking look all I want.”

“It’s embarrassing,” she argues.

She fucking argues.

With me.

I blink at her a couple of times, then force her legs open and make sure she’s not bleeding to death. Once I’m happy, I grip her chin and lean in close to her face.

“There’s no space for embarrassment between us. The sooner you get comfortable being naked around me, the better.”

There’s a stubborn look in her eyes. “It’s not going to happen overnight.”

I sit down beside her, and with my eyes locked on hers, I pull the towel completely away from her and toss it on the floor.

Slowly, I let my gaze drift down to her fucking amazing breasts and over her stomach before settling on her pussy that’s barely visible with her legs so tightly squeezed together.

“Open,” I demand.

“Dio,” she mutters before opening her legs slightly.

“More.”

“Damiano,” she hisses my name.

When I just stare at her, she lets out a sigh, and with a dark frown on her face, she spreads wide fucking open for me.

My cock hardens at the erotic sight, but I try to ignore the desire burning through my veins because she needs time to recover.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, my tone hoarse from wanting her.

I lift my eyes back to her face. “I like it best when you’re only wearing my ring.”

She moves onto her knees, and when she reaches for the towel around my waist, I lift my ass so she can pull it away from my body.

She brings a hand to my chest, and as her palm brushes down to my abs, she sucks in a trembling breath of air.

“You’re the first naked man I’ve seen,” she admits.

“First kiss?” I ask.

She nods as her hand moves lower.

“First orgasm?” I demand.

“Yes.”

Her fingers brush over my cock, and my soul almost ups and leaves my shuddering body. My cock jerks for more attention from her.

Compared to other men in my profession, I’ve had a quiet sex life. I’ve only been able to tolerate six women, and the sex wasn’t near as good as it was tonight.

I only kissed the first woman I was with. I thought I didn’t like it, so I never did it again until Gabriella.

Turns out I love kissing.

“Wrap your fingers around my cock,” I order.

Gabriella scoots closer until her knees press against the side of my leg. When her hand closes around me, I let out a harsh breath.

Having a woman’s hand on my cock for the first time feels out of this fucking world.

“Stroke me, mia regina.”

She starts to pump my cock, and when my ass lifts off the bed to thrust into her fist, she tightens her hold on me, and I slump back onto the mattress.

So fucking good.

Her free hand rubs over my abs and chest while she keeps pumping my cock eagerly.

Christ, I love her hands on me.

“That’s it,” I praise her, my breaths coming faster and faster. “Make me come.”

Her eyes feast on my body as she picks up speed, and when her fucking tongue darts out to lick her lips, pleasure shoots through me.

Gabriella watches as I come for her, my release shooting over her hand and my abdomen.

My fiancée is a little too eager, and I have to wrap my hand around hers to stop her from stroking my sensitive cock.

When her eyes fly to my face, I explain, “I’m very sensitive after an orgasm.”

She climbs off the bed, and a frown forms on my forehead as I watch her walk to the bathroom. She comes back with a washcloth and proceeds to wipe the cum from my abdomen, but then she pauses, and only when I nod does she carefully clean my cock.

That’s another first for me.

Taking the washcloth from her, I toss it near the towel and say, “Get in bed.”

“I’m sleeping here?” she asks.

“Yes.” I get up and pull the covers back. “Your bed looks like I massacred your pussy.”

“That’s because you did,” she sasses me as her sexy ass crawls beneath the covers.

I lie down beside her, and reaching for her, I pull her tightly to my side. “How’s the pain?”

“Bareable.”

“How was your first time having sex?”

She snuggles against my chest, and the position hides her face from me.

“Look at me,” I order.

She tilts her head back, and when her eyes meet mine, she answers, “Even though it was painful, it was a million times better than I thought it would be.”

“Christ.” I frown at her. “How much pain did you expect?”

“I’m not talking about the pain.” An emotion I can’t quite place tightens her features. “It was a million times better because it was you.”

When I keep frowning at her, she adds, “It wasn’t Stefano.”

Finally on the same page as her, I rub my hand up and down her back before holding her tighter.

“Thank you for saying no,” she whispers.

We lie in silence as I think about everything that’s happened from the moment I laid eyes on Gabriella.

I took her for Dario. At least, that’s the lie I told myself.

Honestly, I took Gabriella because when our gazes locked for the first time, I saw the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.

I tried to fight the attraction, but somehow, she walked past all my defenses and demanded I face the truth.

I fell in love with Gabriella at first sight.

I press a kiss to her hair, then whisper, “Saying no was the best thing I ever did.”

She lifts her head to look at me again, and I bring my free hand to her face. As I brush my fingers over her cheek and jaw, I admit, “You were mine the moment you refused to break eye contact with me.”

She scoots up and presses a kiss to my mouth. “It’s a good thing I’m stubborn.”

Gabriella relaxes beside me again, and I pick up the remote control, turning off the lights.

Staring into the darkness, I enjoy the feel of her body pressed against mine.

The peacefulness of being in my private space wraps around us, and for the first time ever, the presence of another person doesn’t bother me.