Captivated by the deadly mafia boss

In the next moment, his dick is yanked from me and he hauls me to my feet. Have I done something wrong?

“Did I hurt you?” I ask when I see the darkness of his expression.

The stern set of his jaw softens, and he laughs.

“Hurt me? Woman, you’re going to kill me if we keep that up.” He steps back and quickly undresses, tossing his clothing to the floor. Once he’s stripped and bare, I stare at him openly.

There’s a scar on his abdomen, and I touch it lightly. He grabs my wrist, bringing it up to his mouth and kissing it.

“You were hurt,” I say stupidly.

“I healed.” There’s more to his words, I think. A statement directed at me, but I don’t understand it.

Keeping my wrist in his hand, he brings me to the bed – his side. He opens the bedside drawer and brings out a pair of handcuffs.

“So you don’t get in my way.” He works them around one wrist, then spins me around to cuff the other behind my back. My shoulders pull at the position, but it’s not enough to stop him. I doubt he’d listen anyway.

I press my ass back at him. There’s no explanation for it, but I want his touch. Hard or soft, I just want it on me.

He’s quick to react, throwing me over the side of the bed. Over and over again he smacks my ass with his open palm.

“What did I do?” I ask, unsure if I’m supposed to be enjoying his manhandling as much as I am.

“Nothing, my Kasia. You’ve earned a reward,” he says, and increases the force of his spanks. He spreads them out over both cheeks and then my thighs. Quickly, my mind begins to fall into haze, a sweet hum covers my flesh.

But he’s not done with me.

I clench and cry out with the sharpness of his nails digging into my tender flesh. He drags his hand up one thigh and then the other. My mind is focused again, but there’s a calm in my soul that wasn’t there moments ago.

“There’s my girl,” he says and moves behind me. “Ass up, I’m going to fuck you now.” He pulls my hips upward to where he wants them. My face stays rooted into the bed, but I manage to get my feet planted.

In one savage thrust, he’s inside me. His balls hit my pussy. There’s no reprieve for me. He drags out only to slam back into me. My face rubs against the quilt covering the mattress.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He sounds like an animal gone mad. I’ve done that to him, I’ve brought him to such high arousal. I arch my back and lift my ass higher for him.

He uses one hand to grip my hip while the other moves to my cuffed wrists. He’s riding me. My mind conjures up the image of how he looks riding me like the wild animal he is.

“Dominik!” I cry out. I need more, harder, faster, just more of everything. It’s like I’m chasing down a ghost and I need Dominik to help me find it.

“Don’t worry, sweet Kasia.” He wraps his hand beneath me, quickly finding my clit.

“Oh fuck!” I yell and spread my thighs a bit more so he can have more access.

“Go on, Kasia. Show me how hard you can come while I’m riding you. Go on,” he rubs my clit faster, presses harder while he keeps plowing his cock into me.

My shoulders burn, but the pain only melds into the throbbing of my ass, the ache inside of me.

Out of nowhere, a flash happens and screaming. SO much screaming. It takes a second for me to realize it’s me. My body shakes, and I’m still crying out as the powerful waves wash me away.

Dominik chuckles behind me, rubbing my clit slower. He’s easing me down from heaven, and only when I’ve landed softly does he go back to fucking me hard.

“So good,” he says, tugging on my wrists and fucking me so hard the bed scratches the floor when it moves.

A smack to my ass, another grunt, a hard thrust and then he roars. His cock stills inside of me, but I feel every pulse of his release.

Dominik is heavy when he falls forward over my body. He releases my wrists, but his chest is pressed against my back. His hot breath washes over my cheek. I keep silent, letting him find his way back to me in his own time.

He presses a warm kiss to my cheek.

“Good girl,” he says in Polish and slowly slips from my pussy. He undoes the cuffs and tosses them away. When he stands me up, he rubs my arms. They burn, but it’s nothing compared to the pleasure I see in his features. He has a crocked smile on his lips.

“A towel?” I ask quietly, tearing my gaze from his. I have to be careful. We’re good at this, at fucking, but it’s the in-between times when I need to be cautious.

“No.” He brushes my hair from my face. “We’re married. My seed stays right where I put it.” He pulls the quilt back from the bed and motions for me to get inside.

I climb inside the bed, tugging the quilt to cover myself once I’m on my side of the bed. He goes about the room, grabbing his discarded clothing and my dress before bringing them to the closet. I snuggle into the bedding.

My eyelids are heavy and there’s a weakness to my muscles after such an intense release.

He walks to my side of the bed wearing a pair of pajama pants. They hang low on his hips, showing off his sharp cut muscles.

Dominik sits next to me, caressing my cheek.

“I have to do a few things. Go to sleep, I’ll be up in a bit.” And then he kisses me. Not the possessive way he has before, but with tenderness. It’s not a kiss that forces me to realize he’s in charge, that he owns me. No. This kiss gives me an entirely different feeling. A warmth spreads across my chest.

“Sleep,” he says again and flicks off the light on my nightstand. I pull the covers up to my chin as he walks out of the room. He turns off the main light and closes the door quietly.

We don’t have to be enemies, I remind myself. But I can’t help but wonder if I’m betraying my family. Because it’s not a matter of hating him now… I’m starting to like him.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.