Captivated by the deadly mafia boss

“Then let me help.” Once the tip of his cock is inside me, he grabs my hips with both hands and yanks me down onto his lap. Instantly I’m full of his dick, and I groan, the sound clawing its way out of my throat.

“There.” He’s breathing harder. At least I’m not the only one affected.

I glance at the door where the waiters came through earlier. “The staff.”

“They know better than to come in if the doors are locked,” he assures me and lifts my hips, showing me what he wants. And the moment he slams me down back on his lap and my clit brushes the rough curls at the base of his cock, I don’t need his help anymore.

“Blyad, yes. Just like that, princess.” He throws his head back as I ride him, moving faster up and down on his cock. My thighs tremble, my belly tightens, and my cunt constricts around him.

I’m so close to the edge, I forget about my hands and throw them forward, grabbing onto his shoulders as I ride him like the beautiful specimen he is. But he won’t have it. He grips my wrists and pries them behind me. Lifting from the chair, he matches my movements and he’s fucking me just as hard as I’m fucking him.

Everything inside of me shakes. My heart is in my throat pounding.

“Lena.” He leans forward and bites my throat. The sharp prick shoots electric jolts straight to my core and I’m flying so close to the sun, I’m going to burn up.

“Micah! Micah!” I cry out his name, chasing after what he will give me, what I want him to give me.

But he’s not done with me.

As I ride him, he slips his hands down my ass, spreading my cheeks far apart. I freeze.

“Have you ever been fucked here?” He taps a fingertip to my asshole.

I blink, sure I heard him wrong.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Lena?” he asks again, the playful smile dangling from his lips.

“N-no, Micah.” I dig my nails into my wrist. His mind works for a long beat. With another thrust upward, he grins wide. Before I can catch up to his movements, his finger pushes through my tight muscle and he’s in my ass.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

I tense, but he’s not letting me have a moment to process. As it is, the burn, the stretch adds to the white-hot fire burning in my stomach. Each stroke as he fucks my ass with his finger drives me closer and closer to the flames that will consume me.

“On our wedding night,” he announces, thrusting up at me. “I’ll take your last bit of virginity. I’m going to fuck your ass, Lena.” He shoves his finger further into my ass, filling me, as he makes his declaration. “You’ll be truly mine then.”

I grind my hips against him, chasing after the impending explosion.

“Say it,” he orders me.

“I’ll be yours. Truly yours.” My thighs burn but I ride him harder, faster. It’s so close. “Please,” I beg.

He bites my neck again and curls his finger inside my ass. A spark flickers, another and another until my entire body shakes with my release.

“Micah, Micah, Micah!” Each time I say his name a new wave of ecstasy washes over me. Every nerve ending in my body splits into two, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body, sending my mind into a tailspin.

Slowly, the pleasure fades into a warm hum, and my vision focuses on Micah. He’s grinning-proud of himself I’m sure.

He bucks up at me, slipping his finger from my ass to grab my hips. Holding me in place, he thrusts into me over and over again, and I take each pump of his cock with a new arousal beginning to flicker to life. Over and over again he fucks me until his own release sweeps him away.

With a grunt, he falls forward, his head tucks into the crook of my neck. His cock twitches inside me as streams of his hot cum spray into me.

Slowly, I let my arms come forward and wrap them around him. His warm breath rushes over my shoulder as the grip of his release lessens.

He pulls back from me, looking up at me as though he’s unsure how we got there. It only lasts a moment before he sits back in the chair and cups my face.

“Such a good girl,” he says and brings me to him for a kiss. Less possessive than before but filled with just as much passion. My lips tingle from his touch when he releases me.

“Can you hand me a napkin,” I say after another moment passes in silence.

He throws me another devilish smile. “No. Put your panties back on. My cum can soak your panties, your dress, and your thighs for the rest of the night.”

“Rest of the night?”

His grin widens, showing off his perfectly white teeth. “I’m suddenly very hungry. I think I’ll have dinner now while you sit in your chair.”

Before I can argue, he leans to the side and swipes my panties from the floor. They dangle on a single finger between us.

“Micah, they’ll know,” I say as I take them.

He nods. “Yeah, probably. I don’t give a fuck.” He sweeps my hair behind my ear again.

I pinch my lips together. “You’re impossible.”

He laughs. “So are you. We’ll make a good pair, yet.”

I can’t help but feel a balloon of hope begin to fill in my chest. Maybe Kasia was right. Maybe this isn’t the worst thing that could happen to me.

Maybe everything will be all right.

Micah

It’s five o’clock when we arrive at my father’s estate for the celebration dinner. The house is already buzzing with guests when I escort my fiancee inside. At seeing the amount of people milling about in the living room, she steps closer to me and slips her hand into mine.

I give her a squeeze. She has nothing to fear here, but it’s understandable she’d be nervous. None of her family or friends are here; my father forbade it. Another way he aims to make Lena uncomfortable, and hopes somehow this will hurt her family.

Roman’s old-fashioned ways of doing things don’t work the way they used to. Joseph Staszek wants peace; he just wants to do business without worry of constant retaliation. But Roman doesn’t think this way. My father is myopic. It will have to be addressed soon.

“Who are all these people?” Lena asks as I lead her down the hall to the winding staircase that will take us up to our rooms.

I glance around at the faces. The sneers I see on some of their faces when they notice Lena send an angry shiver through me. She is to be my wife, and if anyone does anything to hurt her, they will have to deal with me.

“Some family, friends, my father’s associates.” I step up onto the stairs and tug her along. “Let’s get you upstairs and away from them all until we’re needed.”

She follows me, but glances back down the stairs. “Aren’t we needed now?”

“Dinner won’t be for another hour or two. You can change and get ready up in our rooms.”

Once we step onto the landing, she tugs me to a stop. “I’m already dressed.” She looks down at the dark brown dress she’s wearing. Her hair is plaited into a thick braid then wound around into a heavy bun at the nape of her neck, showing off her delicate ears. I wouldn’t mind skipping the entire show to have a few minutes to nibble on them.

“You picked out two dresses with the seamstress.”

“Yes, but I thought the other was for the reception tomorrow night,” she explains with a frown. It dawns on me that she has had no involvement in this wedding planning at all. While some women deal with every minute detail of their wedding, Lena has been denied every step.