THE MAFIA KING BROKEN ROSE novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33

And then–he pushed.

Slow. Inside of me. My lower belly shook, oh fuck.

The vibrator stretched me, the sensation foreign, overwhelming. But it felt so good, I grabbed my breasts, playing with the nipple clamps as I threw my head back. I moaned, my body shuddering as he eased it deeper.

“Oh yes. Yes Dominic, just like that.”

My eyes rolled up, my legs shaking as the vibrator went inside of me. I bit my lips, pulling at the clamps, so sensitive. Yes. “Fuck, you look so good like this,” he groaned, his voice rough with arousal.

I whimpered, my nipples aching from the clamps, my core throbbing from the stimulation. I was trapped in sensation, helpless under his control, my body completely at his mercy.

Dominic pressed the vibrator deeper, angling it just right before turning the setting up a notch.

I gasped, my knees nearly buckling.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his hands gripping my hips, keeping me in place. “So fucking tight everywhere.”

I could hear the way he was breathing now–ragged, heavy, like he was barely restraining himself.

Then he grabbed my wrist tighter, pulling both my hands behind my back.

“Keep them there,” he ordered.

And then he thrust into me.

Hard.

A cry tore from my throat as he slammed into me from behind, the force of it shoving me against the wall.

His cock stretched me, filling me, the vibrator still buzzing inside me, making everything more intense, more unbearable. “Fuck–Dominic-“I moaned, my voice breaking.

He groaned, his grip on my wrists tightening. “You feel so fucking good.”

His thrusts were brutal, relentless, each one driving me higher, making the pleasure coil so tight I could barely breathe.

I was penetrated by a vibrator ad a big cock. My body was shaking from the desire.

The room was filled with the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together, the hum of the vibrator, the obscene slickness between my thighs.

And his moans.

Dominic never moaned before.

Never lost control.

But now–he was falling.

His breath was harsh, his groans raw, desperate, his grip bruising as he fucked me harder, faster, deeper.

I was drowning in it, in him, in the overwhelming stimulation.

My nipples throbbed, the clamps pulling with every movement.

The vibrator in my ass pulsed in sync with his thrusts.

I was so close.

Too close.

“Dominic–please-” I sobbed, my walls clenching around him.

His rhythm stuttered. “You gonna come for me again, Gattina?”

I nodded frantically, unable to form words.

“Do it,” he growled, his thrusts turning ruthless. “Come for me. Come while I ruin you.”

“Yes…yes just like that.”

I reached down and started rubbing my clit, rub’m so fast

I almost ran mad from how good it felt.

I moaned as he went deep. Fucking me so har

Successfully unlocked!

My orgasm ripped through me, violent, blinding, my entire body spasming.

“Oh yes daddy, I am almost there. I…”

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I squirted.

My release gushed out, soaking his cock, dripping down my thighs, the sound wet, obscene.

Dominic groaned, his fingers digging into my hips, his thrusts growing erratic.

“Fuck-” His voice was hoarse, strained.

Then, with one final thrust, he pulled out, jerking himself against my back.

A moan tore from his throat as he came, his hot release painting my skin, dripping down my spine.

We stayed like that, both panting, both trembling.

The only sounds in the room were our ragged breaths, the faint hum of the vibrator still pulsing inside me.

Dominic finally reached around, switching it off before slowly pulling it out.

I shivered at the loss, my body still weak, still pulsing with the aftermath,

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

“You’re fucking perfect, Gattina.”

I couldn’t move.

Could barely think.

But as his arms wrapped around me, holding me against him, I realized one thing.

I was his.

And he damn well knew it.

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The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the scent.

Thick, musky, unmistakable.

Dominic.

And sex.

I smelled like him. Like last night. Like his cum, dried on my back, on my skin, marking me.

I shifted slightly, my muscles aching, my thighs still sticky from everything he had done to me. The sheets beneath me were cool, but the warmth behind me told me he was still here.

His body was pressed against mine, heat radiating off him, his arm slung lazily over my waist, fingers splayed over my stomach.

Possessive.

Even in sleep.

I exhaled softly, not wanting to wake him, but as soon as I moved, I felt it.

His fingers.

Between my thighs.

Resting there.

Casual. Unbothered. Like they belonged.

A slow stroke.

Barely there, just the faintest drag of his fingertips over my still–sensitive folds, making my body jolt, my breath hitch. “You’re awake.”

His voice was deep, thick with sleep, his breath warm against my ear.

I swallowed.

“So are you,” I murmured, shifting again, my body betraying me, pressing back against him.

He chuckled, his chest rumbling against my back. “How could I not be?”

Another slow stroke.

More deliberate this time.

I bit my lip, my thighs clenching, but he was already there, parting them, keeping me open.

“You smell like me,” he murmured, his lips pressing against the back of my neck.

I shivered.

“You like that?” he asked, his voice still rough from sleep.

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I didn’t answer.

Didn’t need to.

He hummed, dragging his fingers lower, finding my entrance, slipping between my folds.

“So wet already,” he mused, as if it surprised him.

It shouldn’t.

Not when he was touching me like this, his breath against my skin, his cock hard and heavy against my lower back.

“Dominic–”

His fingers pushed inside me.

Slow. Deep.

I gasped, my back arching, pressing into him, into his touch.

He groaned, low, velvety his lips trailing down my shoulder.

Then lower.

His arm tightened around my waist, holding me in place as he shifted, pressing his face against my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

I felt his lips curve.

Then-

His mouth was on my nipple.

I gasped, my hands gripping the sheets as he sucked, his tongue flicking over the hardened nipple

Fuck.

His fingers curled inside me, rubbing against that perfect spot, slow and controlled, his mouth still teasing my nipple, sucking, licking, biting just enough to make my hips jerk.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmured against my skin.

I whimpered, my body trembling.

His thumb found my clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles.

“Dominic-”

He hummed, not stopping, not relenting..

“You’re close,” he murmured, his voice thick, his lips still wrapped around my nipple.

I was.

So close.

His fingers thrust deeper, his mouth sucking harder, the stimulation unbearable, overwhelming, pushing me to the edge. “Let go,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin.

I did.

My orgasm crashed over me, my body tightening, my walls clenching around his fingers, my back arching as I cried out. Dominic groaned, his grip tightening, holding me through it, his fingers still moving, dragging out every last wave of pleasure.

I was panting, my body boneless, trembling against him.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, bringing them to his lips.

I turned my head just in time to see him suck them clean, his eyes locked on mine.

Those bedroom eyes of his was filled with desire.

Fuck.

He smirked, his lips brushing against mine.

“Good morning, Gattina.”

His voice was low, lazy, full of satisfaction. Like he already knew he had me exactly where he wanted me.

But he didn’t.

Not yet.