“We’ll see who begs for mercy after this.” He runs his fingers from my covered pussy to my butt cheeks.
My body trembles as I feel my hair being bunched up in his hands. “Please…” I groan, my ass and core aching for any sort of contact.
“Please what, Princess?” His voice is barely a whisper but I can hear the amusement in his voice. And honestly I don’t care. The only thing I can think of right now is how badly I want him to take me.
When I don’t reply, he slaps hard again. My pussy spurts tears of pleasure but my ass stings with pain. I writhe, trying to bare my pussy for a touch but he holds my waist tighter against the desk.
“Please fuck me,” I groan, feeling agitated.
He growls, “Not so easy, Princess. You got yourself into this with that sharp mouth of yours. Now, you’ll learn to face the consequences.”
I release a needy whimper.
“Get on your knees and put that mouth to good use,” he orders, slipping his hands through my clothes and bra to squeeze my nipples.
I can’t say no. Instantly I turn, sinking to my knees just as he yanks his briefs down.
His cock springs free, thick and pulsing, the thoughts of what it would do to me clouding my mind. His fingers run through my hair, brushing strands away from my face as he guides his cock to my lips, slowly pushing it in.
Holding him in my hands, I purse my lips, hollow my throat, and push deeper, struggling to take his length into my mouth. I barely manage half before he forces my head lower, and I choke, drool spilling down my chin and onto my tits.
His hips snap forward, thrusting into my mouth at an animalistic pace, and my gagging does nothing but spur him onas his grip tightens in my hair. My throat begins to sting, my eyes water, but I can’t decide if it’s pain or pleasure.
“You look so fucking beautiful sucking me like this, Princess,” he rasps, voice trembling. I can tell he’s close to his orgasm.
Just when I start sucking faster, he pulls out his cock, helps me up and turns me over the desk. Without wasting time he rips my panties off and slips into me, thrusting with urgency.
“Dominic!” I scream, my nails digging into the desk at the intensity of his thrusts. His strokes are hard, painful yet pleasurable.
He lands another spank on my ass. “That’s right, Princess, let the world hear how loud you scream my name when I fuck you.”
My eyes shut tight, pleasure spreading through my body. He pins my hands behind me and angles himself even deeper, hitting spots so deep in me I didn’t know existed.
“Fuck, I’m going to—”
“Damn right! Cum around my dick, Princess!” He inhales sharply.
Guttural moans spill from my lips as rabid grunts pull from his.
Within seconds, my legs give way as I writhe against the desk, moaning recklessly. He gives one final wild thrust, and a devilishgrunt follows. I feel his hot liquid on my ass, then shortly after his finger trailing my spine.
My mind is scattered, insides are a wreck, but I hear him say, “You have my permission.”
Chapter six
Dominic
I was twelve when I watched my father being assassinated. Eighteen years later, I found out the one who signed the order for my father’s assassination was my uncle—the one who took me in, the one who trained me. He was his right-hand man, and Father trusted him.
He trusted a lot of people, and that’s what sent him to an early grave. After finding out, I killed my uncle in the exact manner the assassin had killed my father—I slit his throat.
That night changed something in me and I grew into the monster Father had always wanted me to be. But it came at a cost: My heart, my soul…and my mother.
Guilt spreads in my chest at the thought of my mother but Matteo’s voice pulls me out of my head.
“Here’s the video,Capo.” He holds out a phone to me and I collect it, pressing play on the screen.
I watch as the frame slides into view. Mandy, the journalist, appears on screen and starts to eat up her words.
