Her hands claw at my back, nails scoring lines down my skin like she’s trying to brand me.
I don’t care.She could draw blood and I still wouldn’t flinch.All I feel is the friction, the heat, the tightness around my cock as I drive into her again and again, chasing that edge like it’s the only thing keeping me alive.
She whimpers something soft, breathy, too fucking much, and I want to tell her to shut the fuck up.I don’t want her moans.I don’t want her sounds.
I want silence.Stillness.Obedience.
She’s just a hole tonight.A body.Warm, slick, and in the right place at the right fucking time.This isn’t about her getting off.I’m not here to make her come.
My phone blares over the noise.
That ring tone I’d know anywhere.My father.
The man runs a mafia empire.When he calls, you answer.
No exceptions.No delays.Obedience is the currency.
But right now I couldn’t give a fuck, when I’m buried balls-deep in some girl, fucking like my sanity depends on it.Because I’m not his soldier right now.I’m not his clean-up crew or his heir or his goddamn puppet.
Right now, I’m just a man with a cock and a reason to forget.I clench my jaw and fuck harder, like I can outrun the consequences.
“Don’t stop,” she breathes against my ear, her voice all heat and hunger.Like she thinks she has a say in it.She doesn’t.
She can whisper, beg, scream and I couldn’t give a shit.I call the shots.I hold the reins.
I slam into her harder, faster.
Each thrust a punishment, a purge, a desperate attempt to empty out the venom curling in my gut.
Her body jerks with every hit, trembling around me, trying to keep up with a rhythm that has nothing to do with pleasure and everything to do with pain.Her moans rise, broken, relentless.
And all they do is drive me faster.Harder.
Closer to the edge I’ve been chasing since the second I shoved my cock inside her.
My grip tightens on her hips like I’m afraid she’ll vanish mid-fuck.
It’s coming.And I welcome it.
That sharp, blinding rush that rips through me like a goddamn firestorm.My body locks, every muscle pulled tight as the release hits.Raw and violent and mine.A groan tears from my throat before I can swallow it, rough and guttural like it’s been buried in me too long.
I come hard, hips grinding as I empty inside her, lost in the pleasure that sears through me and burns out the emptiness.
And for a breath, for a heartbeat, there’s nothing but silence.
No noise.
No father.
No orders.No guilt.
When I’m done, I pull out as if she's nothing.No warning.No tenderness.
She gasps, reaching for me, fingers trembling as they grab at my arm as though she thinks I might stay.As if I ever would.
She doesn’t get it.She’s not special.Not different.She's another desperate girl hoping a good fuck might mean something more.
I tie off the condom, toss it in the trash, then tuck my cock back into my pants.Her scent still clings to me.I don’t even glance at her while I zip up.
