Conquered by the Mafia Boss

He slides out of my mouth and my heart jumps at the smile on his face. “Please, Johnny. I want you now.”

“It’s so much fun seeing you worked up like this, begging for my cock.”

Suddenly his hand burrows in my hair painfully and he yanks my head to the side, crushing his lips against mine and forcing his tongue through. He tastes me and pulls back, sucking my lips.

A growl rumbles from the back of his throat as he wraps his arms around my legs and hoists me up so that my legs straddle his waist, where I can see the thick bump of his cock.

“Do you honestly think you’d ever find someone you’d want more than me? Who can fuck you better than I can?”

Christ, I don’t know. I grew up in the fortress, dreaming of a life outside. I must have watched Cinderella a million times, wishing I could have my own Prince Charming to whisk me away from that hellhole. I never would have thought I would’ve ended up with a man not so different from the ones I grew up around. Johnny’s gorgeous. He makes my heart flutter with his slick smile, but he’s such an asshole. He’s no Prince Charming, that’s for sure.

I never thought a man like him would make me feel so good, especially one who likes ordering me around. No, I don’t think I’d ever find someone so disarming-someone who makes me wet with his very presence. I rebelled against men like him all my life. How the fuck did this happen to me?

“No.”

His smirk disappears for a moment as he lets me down and takes the shirt off his back, revealing a map of tattooed, lean muscle. There’s a flag of Sicily, St. Joseph on his shoulder, and a bunch of other religious shit I don’t recognize, and a cross with the word Sempre around it. Red, white, and green. He’s a proud Italian, through and through.

My eyes linger on the huge bump right under his waist, straining against his slacks, but he makes no move to pull them down. I can visualize it in my head, see the fabric pulling down his waist and over that thick cock, beading with a gossamer strand of pre-cum.

“Please.”

“Fuck.”

I can see the fight behind his eyes as he reaches out and touches my breast. He wants me to grovel at his feet, but he wants to fuck me more than that.

I own you.

Still smiling, he bends toward the floor and picks up something metallic with a long wire and a clicker attached to the end. He puts the round metal object against my pussy and clicks.

A buzzing sound fills my ears as the metal egg vibrates against my clit, sending electrical shocks deep inside my pussy. Holy Christ, I’ve never felt anything like this.

“Oh-oh my God!”

“I’m not a god,” he grins.

It’s torture to feel that hard egg buzzing against my clit, slipping slightly as he massages me. His tongue drags a circle around my nipples and the shocks make me arch my back into him.

“Please, for fuck’s sake!”

I thrash in the handcuffs he has me in, but his arm wraps around my waist, holding me still. “Say that you’ll marry me.”

Jesus.

The egg pushes through my folds and slips inside. His fingers curve on the back of it as he shoves it in deep, massaging my clit against the vibrating waves. I can’t fucking hold out much longer. With every throb of my heartbeat, I imagine his dick shoved inside me, rutting me hard.

“Say it.”

I don’t have a choice.

“Fine.”

“No, that’s not fine. I want to hear you-”

“Yes, I’ll fucking marry you!”

Like I have a goddamn choice at this point, pinned against the wall with a vibrator jammed against my pussy. God, I can’t stand him.

His thumb pinches my clit and the vibrator electrifies me at the same time, sending me careening over the edge.

“JUST FUCK ME!”

My legs tremble as he finally throws the vibrator aside and pulls his pants down, releasing his cock. I barely get a look at his throbbing length before he picks me up. The head slides inside me swiftly, painful and deep. It knocks the breath out of my chest as he slams his hips against me.

“You’re mine. Say it.”

He shoves his cock balls deep. It’s buried to the hilt and I can barely breathe with him pulsing inside me, my legs wrapped around his waist. I don’t find that I give a shit about admitting that yes, I’m his, especially when he’s looking right into my eyes as he’s inside me.

“I’m yours.”

Then he pounds my hips, his cock thrusting inside me, filling me completely as I twist my wrists in the straps. He bites down on my tits and I scream to the ceiling, unable to take the stimulation from his dick and his mouth. I got so worked up from that vibrator that I feel myself teetering on the edge, and I want to hold on to his shoulders and ride his cock.

“Moan for me.”

I clutch the straps yanking on my wrists as he slams into me. His left hand lets me go briefly to get in a vicious slap on my ass. My legs tighten and I squeeze, my tits rubbing against his face.

“Johnny!”

I moan out his name as I come all over his dick, and he sucks in his breath and pounds me faster, yanking my waist into his. Then he buries his face in my neck and groans out loud, releasing a torrent of cum inside my pussy. Holy fuck, it’s so warm. His chest pulses rapidly as he blows air across my neck, kissing my skin between breaths. I sag against my restraints as he slowly lets me down and unhooks my handcuffs from the straps on the door, and I wrap both arms around him as he lifts me up and carries me to bed.

We both collapse on the mattress, exhausted, my body still glowing with the orgasm. He gathers me in his arms and drags me into his chest with surprising strength, as if I’m a rag doll.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“I told you I’d get you to say it.”

I’m too tired to muster up the energy to hate him.

Johnny’s warmth leaves my side for a second, and when he returns he slides his arms back around me. I feel safe, just content to close my eyes and feel his heartbeat against my back, his low voice rumbling through my body.

Then he takes my hand and I see the diamond ring between his fingertips. I bite my lip as he slides it down my finger, the glow bursting like a needle to a balloon.

He wants me for sex, nothing else. Or his pride. That wouldn’t be too bad, except for the fact that I have a baby inside me. I’m supposed to marry this guy and have his kid, even though I barely know him. I’m not sure I even like him. He’s a mob boss, for fuck’s sake.

I turn around in his arms, cradling my hand with the new ring. Maybe it’s because I haven’t seen his bad side, but I’m just not scared of him.

“What is this between us?”

“You’re my fiancée.”

His voice sounds so dead and I feel as though I’m shrinking. There’s no connection between us, is there?