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I gasped at the mix of pleasure and pain. My face was flat against the table as he began to fuck me, not bothering to take it slow at first. His cock slammed inside of me, pressing me further down, fucking me rough.

“God damn, your pussy is perfect,” he said. “You’re dripping wet all over my cock. Look at you, ass in the air, you can’t control yourself. You’re a fucking dirty girl and you need my cock.”

“Yes,” I moaned. “Gage, I need it. Fuck me rough. Make me yours.”

He slapped my ass. “You’re already fucking mine.”

“Make me yours,” I said again. “Make me all yours.”

He grunted, pulling my hair back, and slammed his cock into me. His strong arms held me as he fucked me rough and savage. I worked my hips back against him, bucking and slamming my ass into him, taking his thick cock as deep as I could.

I needed him to destroy me, make me come. I could feel it building deep in my core already. I needed it fast and rough, and loved that his bare cock was deep inside of me. I wanted him to fill me with his cum more than I could even really understand.

“Come on, Gage,” I moaned. “Give it to me, you fucking asshole.”

He slapped my ass hard and pulled my hair back. He covered my mouth with his other hand, holding my hair tight, and fucked my hair. I moaned loudly into his palm as he slammed into me.

“This is what you want, you fucking slut?” he grunted. “Take my big cock. Come nice and hard for me.”

I could feel it building, building. He fucked me harder then released me and pinned me back down against the table. He held my arms back, pressing me against the wood, holding me down. I was controlled, completely and utterly dominated by his powerful, muscular body.

That pressed me over the edge. I came as his cock continued to fuck me savagely, filling my every inch. I came hard, saying his name over and over as the explosion of pleasure rocketed through my body.

He grunted and groaned, not letting up. More thick, long, hard strokes filled me, and suddenly he groaned. I felt him pull out as he came on my ass in heavy spurts. I moaned, loving it, practically drooling from the pleasure of the moment.

Slowly we finished together. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom and cleaned me off before carrying me into bed. We collapsed there, completely naked, his arms wrapped around me.

We didn’t say anything. Neither of us needed to. We both needed that, we both needed to fuck rough and fast. There was nothing tender about it and that was what we both craved. I was buzzing with excitement and pleasure.

He held me like that for hours, maybe minutes, it didn’t matter. He held me and that brought me back.





Chapter 16





Gage





I woke up with Sadie still sleeping next to me. The mattress was hard and lumpy, but I was so exhausted that it didn’t matter.

I still felt invigorated from taking Sadie’s body the night before. We didn’t have any solutions to our problem, but it didn’t seem to matter as much. It would all come rushing back, I was sure of that, but for the moment I just laid there in bed staring at the ceiling, enjoying Sadie’s breath next to me.

I glanced at the clock. It was ten in the morning. We had nothing to do and nowhere to go, but I knew she wasn’t going to want to stay cooped up in this shitty room all day. Truth is, she might not have any say in that, since right now this room was the safest place she could be. I didn’t want to risk her life just because she was bored.

I gently got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I took a nice, long piss and then brushed my teeth. As I went to get into the shower, I heard my phone suddenly start ringing in the other room.

“Shit,” I muttered, walking toward it.

Sadie rolled over. “Gage?”

“It’s okay,” I said. “Go back to sleep.”

She nodded and pulled the covers over her head as I picked up my phone. I didn’t recognize the number, but I knew that it wasn’t the time to ignore calls. I went outside onto the balcony and answered it.

“Yeah?” I said.

“Gage.” I recognized the voice. Ice cold and a deep baritone, it was the voice of the leader of the family.

“Vadik,” I said.

“How are you, son?”

“Not great, but I’m sure you know all about that.”

He chuckled. “I’m aware of the situation.”

“To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“We need to talk.”

“I assumed that.”

“I want to meet in person.”

I paused. Vadik rarely met with people. I’d only seen him twice in my time with the mob and only spoken to him a handful of times over the phone. He was a mythological figure in the family, a powerful and deadly man. The rumors said that back in the day, Vadik killed the old leader and took over. He built the mob into the powerful force that it was today.