when we’d shared time at the A Coruna house. The way he worked the kitchen, preparing a delicious meal in bare feet and tousled hair had seemed almost normal in comparison to the man who’d left only twenty minutes before.
Dressed in a black turtleneck and trousers, the holster firmly attached to his shoulder, he fit the persona of assassin. As I pressed the start button, I stared out the small window with an incredible view of the ocean. If only things could be simpler. I’d accepted his offer to make our relationship more permanent and although I hadn’t entered into it blindly, I realized that in the throes of passion, I’d allowed my emotions to get the better of me.
I had no way of knowing what being the girlfriend of a rich and influential mafia leader would mean. All the books I’d read and news reports I’d seen over the years involving various Mafioso families certainly hadn’t been able to give me even a remote understanding of what I could expect. Let alone I hadn’t planned on staying in Spain. I sagged against the counter, uncertain whether I could go through with my commitment. Was love enough? Then again, what did I know about love?
As I closed my eyes, I allowed several scintillating images to shove aside my anxiety. The way he’d leaned over me as he thrust in such a brutal manner, his cock surging as my pussy walls expanded, trying desperately to accept his savage plunges. I pressed my fingers across my lips, my legs trembling as I thought about the filthy things he’d said to me, driving me to the point of exhaustion.
“I’m going to take you to new heights of pleasure, sweet Savannah, a place where you’re going to beg me for more, plead with me to allow you to come. You’re going to scream out my name as a ravaging moment of ecstasy captures every cell in your body, a mere reminder that I own you. My possession. My beautiful baby girl. Then when you believe you can’t take any more, I’m going to turn you over, spanking your rounded bottom until your skin blossoms into the most beautiful shade of red. And the moment I plunge my cock deep into your tight little asshole, you’re going to surrender to me body and soul.”
My mouth was dry just thinking about his words, only he hadn’t issued a mere statement. He’d issued a dark command, as if knowing that I would never be able to resist him.
His hard muscles as they flexed under my fingers, his powerful thighs wrapping around me.
His velvety lips as he kissed me roughly, refusing to take no for an answer.
His control as he tossed me over his knee, smacking his large palm against me until I begged for forgiveness.
And his thick, throbbing cock as he brought me straight to the brink of raw bliss, one orgasm coming after another until I was left gasping for air. Pleading for more.
“Jesus,” I whispered, my heart racing from the building desire that I’d experienced over and over again the night before. A series of tremors rocketed through me, my pussy clenching then releasing from the vivid imagery splashing across my mind’s eye. How could he wield so much power over me while miles away? How could I continue to long for someone who was no good for me? Swaying, I tried to catch my breath, rubbing one hand across the thin material of the tee shirt. My nipples were instantly aroused, aching from the harsh yet delicious treatment as he’d pinched and twisted them, keeping both fully erect.
I could still feel him buried inside, the gush of his cum staining my inner thighs, the scent of him covering every inch of my body. I fell against the counter, sliding my hand past the waistband of the sweatpants, finding my heated core within seconds as I thrust my fingers inside. My pussy walls ached from the rounds of intense sex, yet I wanted nothing more than to orgasm. I bit back a cry as the force of my actions allowed the oversized pants to slide down my hips.
Oh, God. I was hot and wet all over, tremors remaining from the night before. How was that possible? He’d held me close, allowing me to feel the true power of his strong arms, muscles that had been honed by long hours spent in a gym.
“You need to remember that your orgasms belong to me. You aren’t allowed