Marrying the Mob Prince

INDIE

Cainan stood behind Knox, gloating.

In the dim lighting, his powerful silhouette carved out a black shape on the wall. I couldn’t see his face, but I felt his triumph. Breaking Knox had been his goal.

Knox climbed on the bed, obscuring my view of the demon. His naked chest glided over me, his hair tickling my breasts. I leaned forward, but Knox acted first, fingering my collar and jerking hard. He crashed his lips into mine, devouring me. His tongue explored my mouth, tracing my teeth. He sucked and bit like a crazed monster. His ferocious glare warned me not to resist.

I submitted to his frenzy, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to stop him. If I couldn’t handle him at his worst, how would we survive a life together? The promise of pain didn’t scare me, either.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Instead of fear, I found excitement. I was the conduit for his untamed passion. I’d triggered the jailbreak of this lunatic. He continued to kiss me. I almost passed out from lack of air.

Knox broke away. “Admit that you want me.”

I nodded, panting.

“I need to hear it, Indie.”

“Yes. I’ve always wanted you.”

He didn’t smirk at my admission, but his eyes gleamed like sapphires in the light. He held my gaze so intensely.

“After you come, your body is mine to do whatever I please to it.”

I turned over, away from his intimate voice and the violent tremor it sent through me. He lay beside me, much closer than ever before.

“Knox. I-” I stopped as his naked chest touched my back. “Oh.”

His hand banded my torso and cupped my breast. With featherlike strokes, he rubbed where my nipples ached. He drew circles, torturing me. They stiffened into points. I squirmed against the heat claiming my pussy.

“Does that feel good?”

“God, yes.” I leaned into him like a cat begging for more. “Knox.”

His mouth settled on my neck. His tongue stroked the sensitive skin, relieving a mountain of tension.

Reaching behind me, I rubbed his stubbled jaw. My hand dove into his thick hair. I curled into the strands as he let out a blast of hot air.

He seized my wrist and yanked my hand away.

“If you need to touch me, do it here.”

My palms roved over a landscape of muscle as Knox guided my hand down his body. He let go of me when my fingers found a thickening bulge. I grabbed him, gratified by his responding sigh. His satisfying width filled my hand. Lord, he was hard. He felt like lambskin stretched over a barbell.

“Use both your hands,” Cainan ordered.

I caressed him, my thumb sweeping over the head to catch drops of precum. I smeared his arousal across the tip and down, where I cradled his tight sac.

I needed more. I craved my mouth on his biceps, his chest, and his lips. I had to taste him. I wanted his arms wrapped around me as he entered me.

He stroked his way to my inner thigh. Then his fingers slipped into my wetness. Gently, he spread my pussy. He didn’t slip inside, just held me open.

“I’m going to taste you,” he whispered. “And you won’t move while I take my pleasure. I want you coming on my tongue. After that, I’m gripping your thighs and fucking you until your pretty voice gives out from screaming my name. Your pussy will get so much action tonight you will be hurt, aching, and begging me to have mercy on you. But I won’t.”

My jaw dropped with his alarming words.

“Can you handle that, Indie?”

I wasn’t sure I could.

His fingers sank inside me. My back arched. I uttered indistinct sounds as he shoved into my depths. He nipped my shoulder, chuckling.

“Mmm. I think you can.”

I fondled his shaft, gripping the base of him and jerking him off as he impaled me. My tight walls grasped him. He didn’t slam them hard like I hoped. Instead he tortured me with methodical pulses and pinched my nipple. My mouth parted as his thumb flicked my clit. The pressure inside rotated and thrust.

“Knox, I’m close. You should stop.”

I closed my eyes and fisted his cock, ashamed that my body was already falling to pieces.

“The first of many, Indie.”

“But I-”

“Stop closing your legs,” he growled, wrenching them apart. “I am in charge of your pleasure. I will decide when you come. Are you on birth control?”

“Y-yeah,” I gasped. “I’m on the pill.”

“You will take them in front of me. I don’t like surprises. Understand?” Knox pulsed inside me, his deep voice throbbing through my black. “Disobey me, and you’ll lose access to them.”

That’s crazy.

The man had issues. A pathological lust for control. Intimacy problems. He didn’t trust women. I opened my mouth to say I had no intention of doing that. Then he doubled the pressure on my clit and bliss flowed from me like warm honey. My leg muscles quivered as I felt the orgasm building.

I gripped his arm, sliding down to tightly grasp his hand.

“Open your fucking legs,” Knox roared.

I obeyed, panting.

His command was like a boss scolding his subordinate, but it throbbed inside me like a sultry whisper. He ripped my hand away and twisted it behind me. Soft fabric cinched one wrist. Then he clasped the other, fastening them together. He tested his handiwork by tugging roughly on the restraints, which held.

“Much better.”

Knox’s expression smoothed over with relief. He flipped me onto my back, his naked chest skimming mine. His mouth lashed my nipple before sliding down my body and pulling my legs apart. Then he dipped his head and his tongue glided onto my clit.

I made a hoarse sound.

Knox’s lips teased the tight bundle of nerves. Ecstasy exploded within me like glowing stars. He delved into me, far deeper than with any other man ever had. He yanked my hips so I couldn’t squirm. Then he fucked me with his strong tongue, lashing, flicking, suckling my clit. Eyes shut, he licked all the way down my slit, and the euphoria he gave me made one fact crystal clear:

Knox had a knack for making money, but his real talent was fucking women.

No man was this amazing with his mouth.

Knox retreated, and my aching core clenched from the sudden chill. He wrenched my hips over, throwing my ass in the air. He pulled me open and shoved his head between my legs. The angle allowed him to tongue me even deeper. My hips chased his movements, and his mouth rewarded me with more torturous friction. I screamed as the ripples of pleasure became giant waves. A tremor heated my legs, and I reached backward, desperate to touch him.

Face buried between my thighs, he seized my tied wrists and tugged, forcing my back into an arch. His greedy lips and tongue left my pussy as he straightened.

“You have something to say?”

“Please make me come.”

“Such a good girl,” he praised, stroking my backside. “Impeccable manners. That’s exactly what I want.”

His knuckle circled my clit, and then he slapped the fullest part of my ass. The sting of his blow radiated to my core, and I gasped in sweet agony. His fingers plunged inside me, his thrusts in harmony with my pleasure. He pulled out of me. Spanked me. Rubbed my clit.

Holy fuck.

Involuntary tremors started in my thighs. I bucked against him, meeting his hand. My orgasm left me reeling. Rich groans erupted from my mouth. My body vibrated with liquid fire, but the relief never came. I groaned with a sharp frustration as Knox shoved me forward. I landed on my torso. His burning palms slid down my back, groping my ass in a rough pinch. Warmth bloomed inside me.

Yes. I need this.

Heat enveloped my back. He sealed his body to mine, his cock sliding between my clenched thighs. I shuddered, releasing a low sigh. I arched my neck, my cheek rubbing against him. I inhaled, drugged by his clean scent.

It felt like a weight was shoving me deeper into the bed. He pressed up against me like a beast preparing to mount. A dense column slid up and down my clit. Then he fitted his cock to my entrance.

He shoved.

My body trembled.

Fuck.

He gripped my hips. The bite in his hold deepened as he anchored himself. I’d been with plenty of men, but he was big enough to make me wince. His fingers dug into my hips as he hammered me, his strokes deepening into thrusts that stole my breath. His ragged breathing hitched. The full length of him nudged into me.

A sharp pain split me in two. I fought to inhale.

Too much.

He was hot and thick, wedging me open. I lifted my head and cried out, but he didn’t hesitate. He pushed my head down, growling as he fucked me.

My back arched with his anchoring thrust. I grimaced as he buried himself. I wrenched on my restraints, panting, and released a choked gasp.

Knox silenced me with a rough slap. His hands roved over my ass and pulled me apart. His thumb gathered my wetness and slid up. He dug in, forcing his way through the tight ring. His knuckle pushed through it as he continued to fuck me. I was so full. So wet. He pulsed his thick thumb in and out in tandem with his cock ramming my pussy. Pain slowly sweetened into ecstasy.

I abandoned myself to this animalistic fucking. The primal necessity seemed to consume Knox as he angled his hips. I held still and let him drill me. Pleasure stroked a line from my nipples to my clit as I eased into his frantic rhythm. When he pushed himself as far as my body would allow, he uttered a satisfied sound. His stabbing cock almost made me beg for mercy.

I reveled in the agony. Loved it.

I turned to look at the male machine pounding me. Knox was as fierce as ocean waves battering rocks on shore. He let out groans punctuated by savage thrusts. My nipples tightened as he unleashed his frustration on me. He gripped my hair and wrenched. He bit the back of my neck. He turned my head to the side mid-fuck, and leaned forward to smash his mouth on mine, giving me the most brutal fuck I’d ever experience. He was so violently hard. After the kiss, he shoved me, and my face buried into the mattress.

I was oblivious to everything-my tits bouncing and the raw sounds leaving my throat. My only goal was pleasuring him. I would do anything he wanted. I wanted his cum inside me. He thrust harder, the pain blinding, and then thick, hot spurts coated my insides. A deep animal grunt left his mouth as he chased the rest of his orgasm, making sure I’d milked him of every drop. Then he loosened his grip and let go.

But he wasn’t through. The bed bounced as he dragged his knees to straddle my face.

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I stared at him, overwhelmed by the humiliation of his having fucked me so ferociously, and how my body had reacted to this debasement. My heart ached, as though sucking his wet cock was like being wrapped in his arms.

I never wanted to stop doing this with Knox, for as long as I lived.

He was still erect. I took him in my mouth and licked him from root to tip. A wave of peace washed over me as Knox pulled out and lay beside me. He untied the straps confining my wrists and balled me in his chest, the demon within him finally sated.

“You subjugate the entire city. Why should she be any different?” Cainan’s voice was like an axe. It cleaved through the glowing moment.

Knox sat upright, bristling.

“You’re free to go.” Smirking, Cainan tossed him my dress. “Meet me outside. I’ll escort you out.”

I got dressed as quickly as I could, my skin crawling now that the glow had faded and reality set in. Knox rubbed his forehead, looking pained. He pulled on his clothes slowly, as though every movement cost him energy.

“Are you okay?”

He exhaled a heavy sigh. Then he seemed to pull himself together, shaking his head.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

Agreed.