Conquered by the Mafia Boss

It’s as though he flipped a switch that makes my skin hypersensitive. His hand glides up my neck and grasps my face, so that I’m staring right into his shit-eating grin.

I wasn’t lying. I can’t fucking stand him.

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“Biker bitch.”

He crushes his lips against mine and every last thread of resistance snaps. He weaves his fingers through my hair and yanks hard so that I moan in pain. This man is not fucking capable of being gentle, but that’s fine.

I like it when he’s rough.

Fingers claw at my dirty clothes, ripping them from my head. He’s like a fucking animal-the way he treats my body. So rough and violent, but that’s probably all he knows. My bra straps dig into my shoulders as he yanks hard and then hurls the bra away from him, the cold air stinging my nipples. His mouth finds my shoulder and he utters a subhuman growl, biting a vicious mark into my skin. Jesus. It burns, and then he releases me, kissing the next spot. He reaches my neck and I cringe, but there he proves that he can be gentle. Featherlight kisses touch the sore skin, but he grabs my jaw and lays his lips on my mouth, cruelly devouring them.

My back hits the door of his bedroom and it slams open, banging against the wall. We’re not even in bed, and I’m already soaking my panties. It’s the way he treats me, like I’m his addiction and he can’t help but lose himself around me.

Fuck me, you bastard.

He grabs my hand and forces it over the hard rock between his legs. I wrap my fingers around his cock as he hovers an inch from my face.

“You’re going to make my cock your full-time job from now on.”

Laughter bursts from my mouth as he stands back. Is he a parody or what?

“What did I tell you about laughing?”

“You said you’d kick me out, but we both know that won’t happen.”

He beckons with a finger. “Come here.”

I roll my eyes and follow him as he drags an enormous box out of his closet. He crouches over it, blocking the contents from view as he takes this and that, shutting the box before I can catch a glimpse. He walks to the door first, and then he reaches up to the frame and slips some kind of material behind it. It shuts and two straps hang from the top. Then he walks back to me and picks up the Velcro handcuffs from the floor.

Fuck. I see where this is going.

“Give me your wrists.”

The grittiness in his voice strikes a chord deep inside my body. Warmth floods to my skin as I give him my hands, and I feel as though I’m handing over my freedom at the same time. He wraps the Velcro straps over my wrists, his eyes flaying me alive as he tightens them with deliberate slowness.

Then he slides his hands down my waist and the throbbing ache between my legs pounds like a heartbeat.

“You’re going to have to learn to obey your future husband.”

The smile playing on his lips makes me wonder if he’s fucking with me, but the more I get to know him and his bullshit adherence to tradition, the more I suspect he’s serious. Is there any harm in letting him think that he owns me?

“I am.”

“You’re not. You’re just doing what I say because you want my fat cock inside you.”

Yeah.

He takes my wrists and pushes me backward, until my back hits the door. Then he takes each wrist and anchors them securely to the hooks hanging from the top of the doorframe. They pull at my wrists, my arms stretched high above my head as Johnny trails his fingers down my neck and around my tits, his thumb playing with my hardened nipples.

Holy fuck he feels amazing. Just a light graze of his fingers around that sensitive skin makes the air thinner. His body is inches from mine, the heat blazing but out of reach. I want his naked skin pressed against mine, but he lets me smolder. A smirk staggers over his face when I inhale a sharp breath as he takes my tits in his hands and squeezes.

“I’m taking in what belongs to me. You have no idea how sexy you look like this.”

Then he unbuttons my jeans, leaning in close enough to plant a chaste kiss on my shoulder. I want more of him. The zipper makes a mouthwatering sound, and then his hands slide underneath my jeans and panties with ease, following them all the way down my thighs and calves. The cool air hits my wet pussy as I step out of my clothes, and a blush creeps up my neck as Johnny stands back up, looking me up and down.

“Your pussy seems to know who it belongs to already.” He lets out a chuckle that makes me steam. “Look at how fucking wet you are.”

I know I am. I feel it running down my legs.

“Just because I want you to fuck me doesn’t mean you own me.”

A warm finger slides into my pussy and hooks into me. My heart slams hard against my chest as my walls constrict around his finger. Johnny approaches me with a shit-eating grin, digging his finger deeper.

“I bet I can get you to tell me that I own your body within the next fifteen minutes.”

A second finger slides into me as Johnny bends his head, his tongue darting out to catch my nipple at the same time. His fingers pulse inside my aching pussy as his mouth closes around my nipple and sucks hard. Oh God.

I moan into the simmering air and I’m already halfway to saying whatever the hell he wants, so long as he fucks me.

Then a third squeezes in, stretching my walls as he takes my tits in his cavernous mouth, sucking and licking. He bites down and sucks-leaving marks everywhere just to prove that I’m his fucking property. I don’t fucking care because it feels so damn good. He turns me around, fingers still inside me, so that my arms crisscross. His palm strokes one of my ass cheeks.

I know what’s coming.

SMACK!

At the same time, he pumps his fingers inside me so that sharp blows of pain punctuate the ecstasy. I arch my back, my chest against the door. The burn spreads across both cheeks and he curves his fingers into me until my breathing is high-pitched, until I am on the cusp of an orgasm.

Then he slides his fingers out.

He slides them out.

“What are you doing?”

Another harsh slap makes me end the sentence in a yelp.

“Don’t fucking talk. Just obey.”

Yeah, whatever.

He turns me back around and holds his fingers in front of my face.

“Open your mouth and suck every last drop.”

I shouldn’t want to. It’s dirty. It’s wrong, but Johnny makes me want everything that I thought was demeaning. His fingers slide inside my mouth and I suck myself from his fingers. Shame burns my cheeks.

“Good girl.”