Captivated by the deadly mafia boss

All I have to do is give over and he’ll give me everything.

It takes two swipes of my hands across my shoulders to shove the straps down my arms. The cotton dress pools at my feet, leaving me standing naked in the kitchen. I steady my gaze on his and flick the dress out of the way with my foot.

There’s a twitch to his grin. As much as he loves to see me bend to his will, the man gets even harder when I’m strong for him. And by the stiff rod pressing against his jeans right now, I’d say he’s pretty damn happy with me.

“No bra or panties?” He points to my bare breasts with the spoon. “Were you hoping for something?”

I roll my shoulders back and stand tall. “I was hoping you’d finally stop treating me like a piece of fragile glass.”

His eyes narrow on me, while his tongue slips between his full lips. This might not be good. He’s thinking of devious things to do to me.

“Touch your pussy for me. Show me how wet you are,” he orders, waving the spoon around like it’s a damn wand. Hell, maybe it is, because without much thought at all, I’m obeying his every word.

Gently, I push my fingers between my legs, feeling the hot wetness of my pussy. I brush over my clit and I can’t help but sigh at the gloriousness of it.

“Let me see,” he orders, tapping my hand with the spoon.

I clench my teeth-any backtalk now will not go well for me-and hold out my hand. The sun rays from the kitchen window catch my fingertips, and my pussy juices glisten.

He steps close enough to me I can inhale his aftershave. It’s all spice and musk. With his eyes aimed at me, he grabs my wrist and brings my wet fingers to his lips. I watch, unable not to, as his tongue runs over my flesh, licking one finger then the other, before putting both fingers into his mouth. My toes curl when he sucks.

“Fuck,” I mutter. I’m going to come unglued just watching this man.

His grin tells me he’s well aware of his effect on me.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Taking the spoon in both hands, he holds it to my mouth, with the wooden handle horizontal. “Open.”

“What? Why?” I ask, pulling back a bit.

“Tsk. Tsk. Being a good girl means doing without asking. Now open. Your. Mouth.”

As soon as my lips are parted, he shoves the handle between my teeth.

“Hold onto this. If you drop it, you’ll get a dozen on each cheek.” He grabs my chin and pushes my head back, hovering an inch from my nose. A jolt of arousal dances down my spine and straight to my clit. Every time he uses that tone, it’s like he’s playing with my clit.

I nod, because I’m not sure I could withstand any punishment at this moment.

“Good girl.” He grabs my shoulders and spins me around so I’m facing the kitchen island. With one hand flat between my shoulder blades, he presses me downward until my breasts are flat against the countertop. The chill of the counter does nothing to cool the heat my arousal is creating, and the new sensation against my nipples ramps up my need for his touch.

His zipper is undone, and his jeans fall away, leaving his hard cock against my bare ass.

“I haven’t felt you in weeks.” He runs the fat head of his cock through my ass cheeks, which has me clenching. I’m not ready for that right now. It’s been too long.

“No, don’t worry. We’re not going there right now. Because right now, I’m going to fuck you so damn hard and fast I’d probably tear you in half if I fuck your ass.”

The tip of his cock presses against my pussy entrance, and I move my leg enough to give him easier access. I have everything to win with my compliance.

“Good girl.” He grabs my hip with one hand and then with the other he cups my shoulder, right by my neck. “Play with your clit, Nicole. Just like you wanted to for the past six weeks.”

Immediately, I slip my hand between my legs. Another sigh escapes me the moment I touch the swollen bundle of nerves that have long been ignored.

With one hard thrust, he’s inside me, stretching me with his cock. At this angle, I can feel his dick in ways I haven’t before. It’s like every bit of my body is being stroked by his cock. Another hard thrust and the edge of the countertop digs into my stomach.

“You were a good girl for me and didn’t play with your pussy when I told you not to, right?” he asks, though his tone sounds strained, raw.

I shake my head. If I talk, I could drop the spoon. And there’s no way I’m giving him a reason to leave me wanting right now. My fingers glide over my slippery, swollen clit while his cock plows harder and harder into me.

His fingers dig into my shoulder and hip. The pressure builds in my belly to an unbearable point. I buck back at him, needing him to fuck me harder. To make it hurt until it feels good.

“Dammit, Nicole,” he grunts behind me, and his cock plows forward hitting the very center of me before he slowly drags himself backward.

“Please!” I beg him, careful to keep my teeth planted around the spoon. “Jakub. Please!”

“Fuck, yes. Now, Nicole.” His fingernails dig into my shoulder, and it’s that last bit of pain throwing me over the edge. Blasts of pleasure bombard my mind. My body spirals out of control and without any thought or remorse, I scream as the waves of my release wash over me.

I’m going to explode. My body can’t possibly hold this intensity inside of it.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Jakub lets go of my shoulder and holds onto my waist with both hands. He’s fucking me even harder, faster still until his own release catches up with mine.

I recover before Jakub and move my hand from between my legs to the counter. Plucking the spoon from my mouth, I work my jaw open and closed. It’s gotten stiff.

Slowly he leans forward over my body and presses a trail of kisses along my shoulder to my neck. He takes extra care to kiss the spots where his fingernails bit into me. I hope I wear his mark for days.

“Are your ribs okay?” he asks, quickly pulling out of me and helping me stand up.

“Yes, yes,” I assure him, rolling my shoulders back and stretching my back. It’s not such easy work being bent over and fucked with the passion Jakub does. But it’s worth every ache and pain.

“Okay.” He sighs and pulls up his jeans. “Good.” He grabs the spoon from the countertop. “Because I told you not to drop this.”