THE MAFIA KING BROKEN ROSE novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114

The moment I came in his mouth, something in me cracked like I’d split down the middle and all the war, the venom, the anger melted into heat that wouldn’t go away.

It’s as if it flowed though the orgasm that I had on his tongue.

I was panting, knees trembling so bad he had to hold me upright. My dress black, clingy, too thin for this was bunched around my hips, shoved up and wrinkled like the last defense it had given up trying to keep.

He didn’t let go of me. Not even as I tried to breathe. Tried to move.

But I didn’t want to move. Not really. Not when his breath was still hot against my thighs, his fingers digging bruises into my skin, like he needed me right there, pinned and leaking.

“Still hate me?” he rasped, dragging his mouth across my inner thigh, lips wet, voice darker than I’d ever heard.

I whimpered. That was all I had left. A ruined sound that made his eyes flash with something feral.

He rose slowly, deliberately, towering again, one hand sliding under the curve of my ass as the other gripped my jaw. His mouth crushed mine before I could answer, the taste of me smeared across his lips and tongue, and I moaned into it like the addict I was.

His other hand stayed low, between my thighs, fingers sliding through the slick mess he’d made, spreading it, coating me all over again.

My dress slipped further up my waist, soft fabric twisted around my ribs. I was bare underneath now, ruined and throbbing, but he wasn’t finished. Not close.

He growled against my lips, voice hot with threat and hunger.

“Turn around.”

I didn’t move fast enough so he spun me himself.

Hands braced on the wall, dress up over my hips, my body offered and trembling in front of him.

I felt him behind me, the thick pressure of his cock pressing against the curve of my ass, still clothed, still contained for

now.

“You feel that?” he hissed in my ear, grinding against me slowly feeling his hard cock against my butt. “That’s what your hate does to me.”

I gasped, back arching.

His hand dragged from my shoulder down my spine, firm, then slipped between my legs again. Two fingers slid inside me with no resistance.

“Still wet,” he murmured, voice laced with cruel satisfaction. “So fucking tight… and you dare to lie to me.”

I whimpered again, biting down on my forearm to muffle the scream building as his fingers curled just right, stroking deep, knuckles dragging slick.

“Say it,” he snarled. “Say what I do to you.”

Mmm, you ruin me, I breathed.

And then I felt him grin against my neck.

“Good.”

His voice was a growl, pure gravel, thick with hunger and wicked satisfaction. One hand still pinned me against the wall, his chest pressed to my back, heat rolling off his body like fire under skin. My dress was bunched high over my hips, my thighs slick and trembling, and his fingers God, those fingers were still buried deep in my pussy, slow and wet, stroking me like he already owned the inside of me.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he hissed into my ear. “You’re a fucking drug. I can’t stop.”

He withdrew his fingers and I whimpered, clit throbbing, dripping down my thighs.

Then came the sound zip. The slow, deadly whisper of his pants sliding down. My breath caught.

The thick press of his cock rubbed between my cheeks, slicking with my arousal, grinding, teasing, never quite pushing in. He rubbed himself over my pussy lips first, smearing the head along my clit, making me gasp and arch and buck back toward him.

Successfully unlocked!

“I could fuck this tight little cunt again,” he murmurede band entry my breast roughly, the other sliding his slick fingers back over my clit, rubbing soft circles that made my eyes roll back. “But you already know how good that feels.”

He bent me more, forced my legs apart with a push of his knee, and leaned into me his cock pressing lower, lower… “No,” I whispered, breath shaking.

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Chapter 114

“Oh yes,” he whispered back, voice darker than sin. “You’re going to let me have this, Aria. I want your ass.”

My heart slammed into my ribs. “Dominic…”

He kissed the back of my neck, slow, almost tender. His hand still on my pussy, fingers rubbing my clit now in quick, dirty flicks while I writhed against him. “I’ll make it good. I’m going to stretch you out, make you scream. You’ll hate me for it.”

I moaned, head pressed to the wall. “You’re a fucking monster.”

“And monsters take what they want.”

His slick fingers left my clit, moved behind me, and I flinched when the tip of his cock nudged against my asshole. Slow. Relentless.

“It’ll hurt,” he growled. “First time always does.”

Then he pushed forward.

Pain went through me, sharp and white hot. I gasped, my entire body tensing, trying to pull away but his hand was already back on my pussy, stroking, teasing, soothing.

“Relax. Let me in,” he breathed, and his voice softened just enough to make me melt.

He kept rubbing my clit, circling it, flicking it as the thick, aching stretch of him forced me open inch by inch.

I cried out part pain, part brutal pleasure. “F–fuck!”

“That’s it,” he groaned, breath breaking. “So fucking tight.”

Every inch of him felt like fire splitting me apart but his fingers didn’t stop. They kept working my clit like magic, fast and soaked and relentless, building pressure in my stomach even as my ass screamed from the stretch.

“You feel me now, Aria?” he hissed. “Every inch of me inside that perfect ass?”

I whimpered. I nodded. I felt everything.

He started to move slow, deep thrusts, his hips rolling into me while his fingers destroyed my clit. I was choking on every sound, sobbing his name, my whole body shaking.

“Come for me,” he snarled. “Fucking squirt for me.”

My legs buckled.

I screamed.

And then it happened.

Everything snapped–the pain, the pressure, the heat–and I squirted, hard, shaking and gasping as his cock drove deep in my ass and his fingers milked every drop from my pussy.

The wall was wet. My thighs were soaked.

He fucked me through it, groaning, hips slamming harder now, chasing his own high, lost in the wreckage of what we’d just done.

I was ruined.

Just like he promised.

I was gasping, chest pressed to the wall, legs slick and trembling, dress bunched high, body still spasming in the aftershock of squirting so hard it soaked his thighs. I didn’t even know I could come like that. I didn’t know it was possible to feel pleasure and pain so tangled it made me cry out like I was being split in half and kissed at the same time.

But Dominic he knew exactly what he was doing.

He hadn’t pulled out. His cock was still buried deep in my ass, stretching me, pulsing. His fingers were glistening, dripping, and he licked them slowly, like a man tasting the ruin he caused.

“Look at that mess,” he murmured, voice thick, rough. “You came so fucking hard for me. Didn’t even know you could squirt like that, did you?”

I shook my head, forehead against the cold wall, breathing hard.

“You’re shaking,” he growled, grabbing my hips again. “But you’re not done. Not until I come inside you.”

He thrust hard, and I screamed, the friction making my ass tighten around him, pain blooming, pleasure chasing right behind it. My pussy clenched from the echo of it, from the memory of his fingers on my clit, and I knew if he touched me again I’d come a second time.

He grabbed my hair, pulled my head back, forced me upright against him. “You feel what I’m doing to you?” he growled against my ear. “No one else’ll ever touch you like this. Ever take you like this.”

I moaned, tears sliding down my cheeks again not from sorrow, but from how good it hurt. How deep he was. How full.

Then his hand slid between my thighs again.

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