Conquered by the Mafia Boss

He leans over me, the heat of his body pressing into my side as he gently wipes strands clinging to my lips while his other hand massages me. He applies pressure to the device, and I arch my back as he suddenly hits a sensitive spot. A slow grin spreads over Tony’s rugged face as he presses down. Another searing spike of pleasure jolts up my pussy and his warmth is tantalizingly close. I think of his naked body, the weight of him when he’s deep inside me. I want his thick cock pulsing inside me, feeding the ache that burns for more.

“Please, Tony. I can’t stand it-ah!”

Another orgasm painfully clenches my core, making the handcuffs rattle as I seize my limbs. Tony just smiles at me, planting a chaste kiss on my cheek that feels erotic. Anything from him feels erotic right now.

“That asshole made me feel like a fucking chump.” He slides his hand back to my ass and holds it firmly, giving me a forbidding look. “You should have told me he went after you. I would’ve killed him.”

The look in his eyes along with the vibrator’s erotic massage makes me let out a thrilled gasp. The dark pools are filled with deadly calm, but suddenly they flash with vicious retribution.

“You’re mine, and he disrespected me by meeting you behind my back. And he never faced any consequences. That’s your fucking fault.”

“Tony I’m really-I’m sorry-”

“You made me look weak in front of them. Do you know what that does in my line of work? Now they think I’m some kind of moron who lets his wife two-time him.” His eyes blaze and his fingers gouge into my flesh.

The vibrator keeps buzzing, maddening me as Tony’s harsh voice cuts into my ear. He’s pissed, and for good reason, but I don’t fucking care. All I care about is the pain between my legs. It’s building up again. Jesus Christ. No!This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

My moans shake from my chest as yet another painful grip seizes my cunt, and a wave of pleasure is quickly extinguished by the vibrator’s incessant buzzing. Tony’s hand suddenly smacks my ass, and the vibration from the blow adds to the maddening ache inside me.

A finger lifts my chin so that I’m staring into his eyes. My heart clenches suddenly as I meet his gaze, and I want so badly for him to kiss me.

“You will not do that again.”

The voice he uses sends a stab of pain to my heart.

“I won’t.”

“Good,” he says, his harsh voice blowing over my face. “This is not an equal relationship, hon. You do what I say for your own fucking good.”

A blaze of anger rears up inside me at those words. What the fuck is he talking about? “Fuck you. I do whatever the hell I want.”

“That’s all in the past, babe. You’re not a princess anymore, you’re mine. Mine to play with, mine to fuck, mine to protect. Say it.”

Heat burns my face, but then he crushes his lips against mine, devouring me as his tongue plays inside my mouth. His hand grabs my neck with a slightly firm grip, almost as if he meant to hold me down and claim me as he said he would. His fingers spread over my skin and drag down my chest, over the swell of my breast as he finally grabs the entire thing and squeezes. A small groan vibrates from his mouth as I arch into his touch. Everything about him drives me mad. Half of the time I want to slap him as much as I want to fuck him. He pulls back, a confident smirk playing on his lips as he watches me struggle.

Who am I fucking kidding?

“I’m yours.”

“Say it all.”

I purse my lips. He will not make me say it all. Then he reaches somewhere and touches a button on the vibrator, and it suddenly triples in speed. Oh fuck. Fuck. Something thick and hard-I need it now. My muscles clench over the device as it teases, never quite delivering what I exactly need.

“I’m yours-Tony, please!”

Soft laughter rains down on me as he turns the device off and slides it out of me. My legs tremble as I hear the sound of his clothes hitting the floor in muffled thumps.

He climbs over the bed, the mattress squeaking as he crawls over me. His entire body is bared to me, but I can’t touch him. Instead, he touches me. It’s all a lesson. He’s in control, not me.

A single finger rides up my stomach, between my breasts, and up my throat. Then his hand curls around my neck and I’m bursting with frustration.

Fuck me, already.

“You still can’t fucking let go, can you? What do I have to do to you, huh?”

I open my mouth to speak, but he silences me with a finger.

“No-not a fucking word until you submit to me.”

His weight bears down on me, and his cock flattens against my stomach. Long, thick, impossibly rigid. A low whine leaves my throat as I imagine what it’d feel like. Fucking hell.

Restrained, but not immobile, I shiver as he wetly kisses my throat, his stubble scratching my skin. Then another kiss bites the base of my neck and I gasp as he makes a sucking sound. His lips smile as he pulls back and looks at it.

Another hickey. Goddamn it.

“I will not fuck you until you tell me what I want to hear.”

His knees nudge my legs, making them open wide as he begins to rock his body, sliding his cock up and down my aching pussy.

This is ridiculous. I’m Elena Vittorio, not some-not some mob wife for him to order around.

Then his tongue darts out, teasing the very tip of my hard nipple, which contracts at his touch. It’s a searing sensation-a direct line to my arousal. He watches my reaction, smiles, and then he takes my breast in his mouth, biting down hard. I let out a gasp of pain, and his teeth withdraw. The wet, strong muscle teases my nipple, playing as he closes his mouth over it and sucks.

Oh God.

“Tony, please.”

He bites the nipple hard and it’s like another searing shock, and his cock is right there, rubbing against me. I’m ready for him.

He grabs my face, his words almost hostile. “Say the fucking words.”

“Tony, I-I’m in love with you. I’ll do anything.”

Shock ripples through his face for a moment and he pauses, looking horribly frozen. Then he grunts and moves his hips, burying his face in my neck as he slides right in. It feels like home, and my heart still pounds so hard that it hurts, because I told him that I loved him.

He didn’t say it back.

He didn’t.

I lift my legs as he fucks me mercilessly, pounding my aching pussy as he breathes harshly in my neck. Feeling him throb inside me is like paradise. I can’t remember the last time I felt so connected to someone. He’s the father of my child. I love him just for that.

Then he comes hard, his cock ramming me so completely that I gasp in pain, loving that deep groan that growls in my ear. His hot breath steams my neck as he pulses inside me, the wetness flooding my pussy. He pulls back and kisses me hard as he thrusts deep, our sweat mingling together as he breaks our kiss to pant against my lips. There’s something different shining in his eyes as he smiles at me. I’ve never seen it before.

“Thank you, Elena.”

The voice is so weak that I’m surprised it’s coming from his chest.

“For what?”