Stolen from the Hitman: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance(123)

“You like it hard?”

I nod. It’s something I’ve never told anyone else, but he’s brought it out in me. Not only do I like it, but I crave it.

“Use your words, kotika,” he says as he twists my nipple again, his other hand holding me in place.

“I like it hard,” I whimper out, and he rewards me with a crack against my ass. I feel pain in so many parts, but that slap on my butt is something altogether different. It’s exciting and sensual and sharp. It draws my thoughts and body into the present, making me really feel his body as it pounds against mine.

“You like taking me raw?”

I start to nod again, but then I remember his words, and I swallow. “I love it,” I gasp out, and I know how risky it all is, but with Mikhail, the taboo is all the more enticing. And by how he throbs to even greater size within me, I know he loves it too.

“I’m going to pound you full of my come,” he promises, his deep, rough voice containing the slightest hint of a moan. My pussy throbs with desire, with want, and I squirm against him. I want him deep, so I bend forward a little more.

“You’re so bad,” I whisper, and his fingers go into my hair, making me arch my back as he tugs. His mouth touches against my cheek before his teeth grab my ear, pulling upon it.

“You like your men bad.”

“I like you bad.”

“No one is ever going to take you from me again,” he says into my ear, nibbling along the outer rim. “If anyone tries, they’ll end up just like Vasili. You’re mine, and once I knock you up and put a ring on that finger, everyone will know.”

I gasp at those words, and the way he fucks me harder as he says them. All that hard, coiled muscle that so easily ended men’s lives put to use hammering me, making my ass quake, making me struggle to keep steady under his assault. Those hands of his hold my hair taut, and he squeezes my tit as he takes possession of me.

“I am never letting you go now,” he growls into my ear loudly as his thrusts drown out softer words. “Any offer to let you go is rescinded, kotika, you’re mine. Now and forever,” he declares, slapping my ass again, harder this time, making me cry out. His powerful hands make their every touch and squeeze felt upon my flesh.

He’s like fire, marking me wherever he touches, wherever his flesh presses into mine, burning himself into me, and I love it.

His words, dark as they are, excite me, and my pussy tightens around his cock, begging him to do just that. To come in me, to mark me inside and out once more. Every thrust brings me closer to oblivion, but when his hand frees my breast and instead moves to my throbbing clit, I cry out. My knees are quaking, and the way he’s rubbing me... I’m bound to lose control.

But his firm hand is on my hip, holding me up, protecting me from falling and giving me a silent permission to come all over his dick.

“That’s it,” he growls, and though he’s still hammering me hard, I can feel myself tightening up around his dick, his manhood swelling within me in return, the sheer tightness of our mutual grasp slowing his pace. “You’re going to come on my cock, and I’m going to plant a seed in your belly that’ll mark you as mine for all to see,” he says, his voice rising into a louder and louder roar with each new thrust.

“Come for me!” he bellows, and I feel him swell again, that shaft straining to such an impossible size within me.

It’s too much. Even if I wanted to, I can’t hold back a second longer, and as he thrusts into me a final time, I’m crashing over the edge into eternity. It’s bliss. It’s stupid, passionate, over-the-top bliss in a way I never knew a woman could feel. I had no idea sex could be like this, but he’s opened me up to something new and different, and there’s no going back.

Not now, not ever. Not from his body, not from his deadly hands, not from the way he makes me feel.

He’s made me into someone I never knew I could be, someone I’m actually happy to be. So maybe he just found the real me and teased it to the surface.

Whatever he did, I’m left panting and squealing as he pounds into me, making me take every inch of his cock as he shoots his seed into me.

He holds nothing back, thrusting against me even as his cock remains lodged deep within me, pounding me against the wall as he groans and moans. That big, hard column of velvety steel blowing thick, creamy ropes of come deep into my waiting depths.

We both lose all grasp of words and language, lost to our pleasured moans as the lust boiling within our veins explodes into such passion, until at last, his dick spurts its remainder within me, and he’s pressing me flatly between the shower wall and his hard chest.