Indebted(45)

Kill or be killed. That is his moto.

“If you’re indebted to me, what does that mean you owe me?” I ask quietly as I place a soft kiss against his chest. His muscles constrict, and I run a finger over the dips.

“It means I owe you your freedom. You’re free to go whenever you want. Your father’s debt has been paid in full.” The way he says it makes it seem as though he doesn’t want it to be true.

“What if I don’t what my freedom?”

“Then you’ll be mine,” he growls, moving me so he can see my face. His dark eyes and hair have my pussy clenching with all kinds of wicked wants.

“Yes.” I say bending down to place my lips against him. As if I was ever really anything but his? If I ran where would I go anyway?





Alzerro



I roll over in bed, accidentally moving my shoulder. Fuck. Sharp pain shoots through my arm and deep into the bone. I clench my teeth, holding back the growl that desperately wants to escape my lips. I don’t want to wake Bree, though. She’s been more than a little concerned with what is going on with my shoulder, and I don’t want to stress her out anymore, especially since we are basically in the middle of a war between the mafias.

I look down at her. Her skin has small bruises and scratches on it, and I can’t help but run a finger along one of the marks wishing my touch can simply make it disappear.

A soft whimper escapes her beautiful lips, and I feel my dick growing hard. I know that I shouldn’t be messing around. I know I need to save my strength, but I survived because of this woman. I had considered her a weakness, but she is the strongest fucking thing, even stronger than I.

Sitting up slowly, I move to my knees. She is on her belly, which is fine with me. I slowly wiggle out of my night pants. Pulling up the hem of her night shirt, I notice all she has on is a thong. I swallow the lump that has formed in my throat. She is sexy as fuck… I imagine how her ass will look rosy red as I smack it repeatedly. Will her skin glow red as I pound into her from behind? Will she purr and moan, begging for more of me?

I pull myself from my thoughts, as I slowly stroke my cock which is sitting at full attention, ready to take her as its next victim. Spreading her legs and pulling the thong back and to the side, I bend down and begin licking deeply. Her ass cheeks move as I nip at her entrance.

“What the…? Ah… Ah….” Her questions turn into moans and pleas for more. She humps my face as I deliver lick after lick. She tastes delicious just as she always does. I pull away, entering her deeply with one finger.

“More… Fuck me,” she begs. I smile against her skin. She won’t be getting off that easy.

“Ride my hand, baby,” I growl, gripping her by the back of the neck. She arches her back, her pace picking up. I watch as her pussy slides over my finger over and over and over again. If I don’t stop her, I am going to come just from watching her.

“Stop,” I gently command, releasing her and pulling my finger from her entrance. She whimpers, but only slightly, as I situate her face down, ass up. Her legs are on the outside of mine, and her pussy is saturated with need. That need is for my cock.

She presses back against me as I use my good arm to grab her hip and hold her in place. I smile. My Piccolo is very eager for my cock…

“Is that pussy hungry for my cock?” My voice is just on the verge of slipping into animalistic territory. I want her so badly, I’m just not sure what part of me wants her more - the evil side of me that says keep her forever, or the newer side of me that says let her do what she wants. Either way, in this very moment, I know nothing will stop me from fucking her like I own her. She is mine and always will be.

I slam balls deep into her. She clenches around me holding me in a vice that is so tight, I almost pass out. “Every time I slip inside this tight pussy, it’s like heaven—you’re like heaven.” She makes no attempt at speaking, she merely moans and pushes back against my cock.

I slip out of her and back into her with ease, her tight pussy taking every inch of me. My hand bites into her flesh, and I can’t stop myself. Even if my shoulder will hurt later, it will be worth it. I grip her by the back of the neck again, making her fall to her stomach and arch for me.

She whimpers as I hit deeper than I ever have before.

“Who owns this pussy?” I ask between clenched teeth. I have no ownership of her. Not anymore. But I still want to hear her say it. I still want her to say I own her.

Her eyes close, and I grip her neck tighter, plowing into her deeper. My lips are on her ear as I whisper the words again, “Who owns this tight cunt, piccolo?” A shudder runs through her as I plow into her again and again.