Conquered by the Mafia Boss

I tear it all the way down and then I fling the discarded pieces away from her. She whirls around, her eyes widened.

I take her jaw gently and sweep my thumb over her parted lips, which sigh against me. “For your own good, you should tell me to stop now.”

She should walk away right now, except she reaches behind her back and undoes her bra. Her tits spill out as the bra slides down her arms. Fearless eyes.

“I want you.”

How can I resist that?

“I want to own your body.”

My blood simmers as she bends over and pulls her jeans and panties all the way down. Her shaven pussy gleams with wetness. She is so beautiful. I don’t want to hurt her, but I fucking want her.

I fist her hair and arch her neck over my arm as though I’m about to slit her throat. Then I make her walk to the desk in my dark study. I’ve never fucked anyone on my desk.

I kiss her throat as her chest pulses, and then my mouth drags over her skin, all the way to her ear. Her body responds to my touch by turning a bright red color.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I wanted to tell your daddy that I would have fucked his daughter even if I knew who she was.”

I palm her back and force her to bend over my desk.

“Lay your arms in front of you.”

She obeys like a perfect little fiancée, already obsessed with pleasing her man. What a fantastic view of her pussy. It’s mine, along with every other part of her. I’d like to spank that swell of her ass over and over and feel the blood rush to my palm and her skin heat up, but I don’t have time to play with her. I unloop the belt at my waist and shove my slacks down, loving how she jumps when I lay the leather strap over her ass.

Thwack!

The imprint of the belt slowly swells red as I crack it over her ass. The rage flows down my hand, pulsing into that belt as if it’s an extension of myself. I lean over her, my thick cock flattening against her ass as I loop the belt around her neck and pull it back with my fist. My heart pounds at the sight of her bent over the desk for me. The way her back curves and her tits kiss my desk. Holy fuck, it’s a hot sight. Then I sink my cock into her, pulling on the belt as she lets out a sharp hiss. Her warmth swallows me whole. I dig my fingers into her ass as I watch my cock slowly sink between her lips. She moans, pressing her ass against mine. My fingers make red marks in her skin and I yank back on the belt, watching her hair spill over her back. I bury myself balls deep inside her, transfixed by the image of her hair over her naked back. She screams as I rut her hard, the contents of my desk spilling to the floor as she splays out her hands.

I lean over her body and slide my hand under her chest, squeezing her round globes. She turns her head, the belt tight on her throat.

“Johnny!”

I want to see her come apart as I fuck her brains out. The belt makes a loud sound as I hurl it away from me. Then I pull out of her, my cock pounding with the need to release. I wrap my arms around her ass and lift her onto my desk so that she sits on the edge.

She digs her fingers in my hair as her chest heaves. I push her down so that she lies flat on my desk, her knees spread apart with her pussy open for me.

No one calls me a fucking dago to my face.

My dick slides back into her and a low moan trembles from Maya’s parted lips. She wraps her legs around me and screams. My hips slam into the desk, fucking her cunt so hard that I have to force myself to slow down because of the edge of pain in her voice. Her tits bounce on her chest as I bang her, and I bend over her body, overcome with a need to mark her as mine. Her fingers thread through my hair as I touch my lips to her gorgeous tits and suck. I bite her fucking hard and she yanks on my hair. The red mark swells and I find another area of smooth skin to defile. She doesn’t tell me to stop. She digs her heels in my back and arches her body into my mouth as though she can’t get enough of it-enough of me.

My mouth finds her nipple and she twists under me, moaning. I love seeing her like this. It makes my cock pulse with blood. I feel myself getting close, and I think how hot it would be to come all over her body, to see her tits dripping with my cum. It’s filthy as fuck.

“Johnny!”

My beautiful fiancée is close. I can see the desire screwing up her face. My mouth finds her lips and she crushes them against me as I bury myself balls deep. She nearly chokes me with her tongue and I bite down on it. Her moans vibrate through my lips.

“Keep going!”

She digs her fingers in my back so hard that I know I’ll have marks. No matter. I gave her about a dozen on her tits. I nearly come when I think about defiling her pretty body, and taking a picture of it and sending it to her asshole father, but I would never do that, of course.

I thrust my hips harder as she clings to my back and moans into my ear. She squeezes my cock and convulsions rip through her body.

“Oh my God!”

I pull out my dick, so close I can feel it building up inside my shaft, and then I fist the base of my cock. A rope of cum shoots out, draping over her tits. I pump my shaft as three more ropes shoot out, the energy leaving my body as I stroke my dick. It’s as perfect as I envisioned. Thin streams of white lie across her body, over her breasts and the marks sprinkled all over. Goddamn, it’s beautiful.

“I want to remember the way you look right now.”

She turns her head, too tired to respond.

You’re completely and utterly mine.

I bend over, my legs shaking as I take my discarded shirt and wipe the cum from her body.

She sits up on the desk, her eyes narrowed at me as I hold my shirt.

All of a sudden my balance is off. She shoves my chest and she’s on her feet, and then her palm rips across my face. She slaps me so goddamn hard my head whips to the side. A vicious sting makes blood rush to my cheek.

What the fuck just happened?

My cheek burns as she looks at me as though I’m scum, and I touch her shoulder. She flinches from my touch, and that alone makes me swallow hard.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No.”

“Then what is your problem?”

“You.”

Arrogant eyes flick toward me and away as she walks to the door.

“Is this some kind of pregnancy hormones, mood-swing bullshit, or do you have a reason for slapping me?”

“You might have fucked the anger out of your system, but I’ve been pissed off for days.”

Fine, I get it. She’s used to getting what she wants, and she’s upset that she can’t go off on her own anymore.

“I’m stuck here all day, and I’m getting married to a man, who, well…”

Her voice trails off and I cross my arms, my temper flaring again. “Who…what? Finish your sentence.”

A pink blush spreads over her cheeks. “Never mind.”

I reach out and touch her cheek. “Tell me.”

Her eyelashes flutter against her cheek and then she looks back at me with that challenging stare. “You’re a cold bastard.”