THE MAFIA KING BROKEN ROSE novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32

His fingers teased the edge of my panties, dragging them down slowly, deliberately, as if savoring every inch of my exposed skin. I shivered, my body already betraying me, already aching for more, but Dominic didn’t rush. No, he was too calculated for that.

He wanted me desperate.

Pathetic.

Begging.

And I hated that it was working.

I glared up at him, but he only smirked, his silver eyes dark with amusement. “Still pretending you don’t want this?” he murmured, trailing a finger through my wet folds. “Even when you’re dripping for me?”

I clenched my jaw, refusing to answer.

That only seemed to excite him.

With a quiet chuckle, he pulled back, stepping toward a nearby drawer. My breath caught when he pulled out a small, sleek vibrator, the sight alone making my stomach tighten.

“Ever used one of these before, Gattina?” he asked, his voice deceptively soft.

I swallowed.

I had.

But not like this.

Not under his control.

His smirk deepened as he turned it on, the quiet hum filling the room, vibrating through the air, making my thighs clench involuntarily.

“Let’s see how much you can take.”

Before I could protest, he pressed the toy against my soaked pussy not fully inside, just teasing, gliding it through my slick folds, letting me feel the faintest buzz against my clit.

My body jerked at the sensation, a sharp gasp escaping my lips.

Dominic hummed in approval. “Sensitive, aren’t we?” He circled the vibrator around my swollen clit, never quite giving me the pressure I craved, just enough to make me squirm.

I hated him.

I hated how easily he could control me.

But even more, I hated how good it felt.

The sound of the vibrator filled the room, mixing with my shallow breathing, the wet slickness of my arousal only making everything feel louder, more obscene.

Dominic suddenly pressed the toy harder against me, and I nearly buckled.

“Fuck…” I gasped, my hips jerking against him.

He smirked, rubbing the tip against my entrance, teasing, before dragging it back to my clit. The vibrations intensified, sending waves of pleasure through me, tightening that coil in my stomach but not enough.

Not enough to push me over. To shake and make my pussy pulse with pleasure.

I was trapped in a torturous cycle of pleasure and denial, right on the edge but never given what I needed.

“Dominic, please…” I hated how desperate I sounded.

“Please, what?” His tone was mocking, his free hand gripping my thigh, keeping me open, exposed.

I sucked in a shaky breath. “Please… more.”

He chuckled darkly. “More? Oh, Gattina, you don’t get to decide that. I do. It’s my game remember, I play it as I deem fit.”

And then, just to remind me, he lifted the vibrator away entirely.

I nearly screamed.

Successfully unlocked!

around notny, my arousal dripping down my thighs, making it

The loss of sensation was excruciating, my body clenching an impossible to hide how badly I wanted it back.

Dominic tilted his head, watching me with a cruel smirk. “Look at you,” he mused. “Already desperate. And I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

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He let the vibrator hover just above my swollen clit, the sound alone making my body tighten in anticipation. But he didn’t

touch me.

Didn’t give me what I needed.

I whimpered, my fingers clenching into fists at my sides.

“Say it,” he murmured.

I shook my head, biting my lip.

He raised an eyebrow. “Stubborn, hm?”

And then his mouth was on me.

Hot. Wet. Devouring.

His tongue flicked against my clit, slow at first, teasing, before sucking it between his lips.

His tongue dipping inside my pussy entrance and slowly licking to the top.

I cried out, my head slamming back against the wall.

The obscene sounds of him sucking me filled the room loud, wet, hungry. His tongue was thick, I mercy as he swirled, flicked dragging me back to the edge I had just been ripped from.

And just when I thought he would let me have it-

He pulled away.

Again.

I sobbed in frustration, my entire body trembling. “Dominic, oh my God, stoping me!”

He chuckled, licking his lips as he looked up at me. “I love hearing you beg,” he murmured.

Then he was standing, his hands gripping my waist, his lips crashing against mine in a bruising kiss.

His tongue pushed into my mouth, tasting me, owning me, and I melted against him, moaning as his fingers slid back between my thighs, rubbing fast, ruthless, pushing me toward that breaking point once more.

I was so close.

So fucking close.

I could feel it, my body tensing, my core tightening-

And then, at the very last second, he stopped.

I sobbed into his mouth, shaking against him, my body aching with the need for release.

Dominic laughed, low and cruel. “Oh, you’re really suffering now, aren’t you?” He dragged his fingers through my soaked folds, coating them in my arousal before slipping one inside me.

1 clenched around him instantly, my body trying to pull him deeper.

His smirk faded, his jaw tightening. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned. He pushed another finger in, stretching me, filling me just enough to make me ache.

Then he curled them–brushing against that perfect spot.

My entire body jolted, pleasure rushing through me like a live wire.

Dominic didn’t stop.

He thrust his fingers faster, rubbing my clit in sync, fucking me with ruthless precision.

“You want to come?” he murmured against my ear.

I nodded frantically, my breath coming out in ragged pants.

“Then come.”

The command shattered me.

Pleasure slammed through me, so intense I couldn’t hold back the scream that tore from my throat. My entire body spasmed, my vision going white, waves of ecstasy rolling through me.

And then-

I squirted.

My release gushed out, drenching his hand, the sound wet, obscene, echoing through the room.

I barely had time to recover before Dominic grabbed my hips and slammed me against the wall.

My legs were still weak, trembling, but he lifted me easily, his cock pressing against my entrance. Then, without warning–he thrust inside.

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I gasped, my walls clenching around him, still pulsing from my orgasm, so sensitive I could barely breathe.

Dominic groaned, his grip on my hips bruising. “Fuck-”

He didn’t give me time to adjust.

He pulled out and slammed back in, his pace brutal, each thrust hitting deep, hard, making my body shudder.

The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping, of my breathless moans, of his low, rough grunts.

I was still so sensitive, every thrust sending aftershocks of pleasure through me, making me gasp, making me tighten around him.

His jaw clenched, his movements still controlled–like

was

holding back.

Like he wasn’t going to let himself come.

But me?

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