Marrying the Mobster - Victoria Vale Page 0,116

back against him, welcoming him into my body—whatever part of it he wants to fill. All of me belongs to him, and allowing myself to acknowledge that feels like freedom to me. It feels like coming home.

“Beg me,” he commands, gripping his cock and using it to tease me. His head slides along my slick folds as he coats himself in my juices.

“Fuck me,” I moan, arching my back and wiggling my hips to rub myself against him. He’s so close to being inside me, and I can’t wait another second. “Please, Diego … I need you. Fuck me hard and fast.”

Diego grips my hips and slams into me with one forceful stroke, pushing me against the table. The hard edge of it digs into my groin and puts pressure on my pulsing clit. Tangling one hand in my hair, he yanks until I see stars, and drives in and out of me in a dizzying rhythm. Harsh grunts emit from him with each stroke, his pelvis smacking against my ass as he takes and takes and takes. Each battering thrust ripples through my entire body, filling every space and leaving room for nothing but him.

I come within seconds, my body having starved for his touch for weeks. Pushing my hips back into him, I scream my ecstasy, my pussy contracting so hard I can hardly breathe through the spasms of pure pleasure. Diego waits until I’ve gone limp beneath him to pull out, then he fills me with two fingers and starts working me toward another climax. My insides twist into knots, and I can’t decide if what I’m feeling now is pleasure or pain. I’m too sensitive after the first orgasm, but Diego teases my G-spot with relentless precision, coaxing more wetness from me, pushing me back over that steep edge.

The second climax is more powerful than the first, and Diego has to pin me down with his other arm to keep me from falling to my knees. His fingers curl and twist inside me, making it last, making me scream for him in mindless euphoria. Then, he’s circling my anus with his slick fingers, using my own juices as lubricant. The stretch and burn of a finger invading me comes next, his cock slipping back into my core, where I’m still sopping wet and throbbing. He’s impatient, but so am I, pushing back onto that finger, then accepting a second, letting him take what he wants. His palm smacks one ass cheek, then another, adding more unbearable heat to the fire tearing through me. I feel like I’ve been drugged, all the tension leeched from my body and making it easier for him to prepare me to take his cock.

“You’re such a filthy girl, gatita,” he rasps, withdrawing his fingers and pulling his cock out of me. Then, the massive tip of him is pressing against my sore and stretched back hole, demanding to be let inside. “Such a naughty girl, letting me use you however I want.”

“Yes,” I groan, my voice hoarse and ragged, my bones like jelly. “Whatever you want, Diego. You can have me however you want.”

“That’s right,” he says, spreading my cheeks wide and nudging his way into me. “Because you’re mine.”

“Yes!” I cry out, absorbing the slow, deep thrusts of his dick and the stinging slaps of his hands. “Yes, Diego, I’m yours!”

That seems to drive him wild and before long, he’s taking my ass without holding back, reaching places inside me he’s never touched and claiming them as his own. His grip on my cheeks is hard enough to leave bruises, and my skin throbs with the ache of his possession.

I come one last time, nearly blacking out from the intensity of it, but managing to slip a hand between my legs to stroke myself and make it last. Diego follows close behind me, pulling out with a pained groan. I can hear him pumping himself, his thighs trembling against mine as he finishes, leaving hot, sticky streams across my ass. I’m marked, claimed, dirtied and sullied, and so fucking happy I could cry.

Diego wraps his arms around me, not caring about the mess he’s made between us. He yanks me into his body and holds me tight, placing sweet, possessive kisses along my neck and shoulder, whispering slurred words of devotion into my ear.

I clutch at the arms pressed into my chest and hold on to him—my brutal, savage monster. My tormentor and my liberator. My saving grace.

Epilogue

Diego

Three months later

Rio

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