As soon as he curled the tips of his fingers, pumping like some crazed animal, I lost it altogether, tossing my head back and screaming. This was twisted and so very wrong, but nothing could have felt more incredible in my life. I soaked in the moment, euphoria keeping my mind a blur and stars floating in front of my eyes.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
The wave wasn’t like the gentle ones I’d experienced before, which had been so infrequent that I couldn’t remember the last time a man had brought me this much pleasure. The sweltering splash was brutal and unforgiving, pulling me into pure ecstasy. I was swimming in a giant wave of utter bliss. After a few seconds, I slowly dropped my head. All I could think about was how long it was going to take me to see clearly again.
He used his knuckles to lift my chin, the same smirk remaining, but now it seemed sinister in nature. “When you’re a good girl, you’ll receive nice treats. I told you, I’m a fair man.” He held up his cum-soaked fingers into the light, allowing me to see I’d slickened every inch. “Open your mouth.”
I purposely chewed on my inner lip until he cocked his head. But I forced myself to obey seconds later. When he slipped his fingers into my mouth, I almost gagged. I couldn’t believe I was being humiliated this way. He took his damn sweet time pumping them inside, lifting a single eyebrow when I made a gagging sound.
“Now, now. I’m certain you taste very sweet. I’ll find out soon enough.”
As he’d done before, he issued a throaty laugh as he pulled his fingers from my mouth then stood with me still in his arms, tossing me across the back of the couch. I sensed immediately the time for niceties was finished.
He ripped my legs wide open, wasting no time crawling onto the couch.
“What are you doing?” I demanded, which sounded ridiculous. I already knew exactly what he was going to do.
“Taking what I want.”
“That’s crazy. You can’t do that.”
“I can do anything I want, sweet Dahlia. This is my club, which means everyone plays by my rules.”
I felt the pressure of his huge cockhead against my pussy but only for a few seconds. Then he thrust the entire length deep inside. The force was tremendous, pushing me over the back of the couch and stealing my breath. He was so large that he stretched my tight muscles until they ached.
“Goddamn, you’re tight. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were a virgin.”
There was no reason for the comment to seem insulting, but it was. Okay, so my experience could be counted on one hand minus three fingers, but that didn’t make me a damn virgin. Maybe given it had been three years, that meant I was inexperienced, but I refused to accept the insult. Wait a minute. What in the hell was I doing? Rambling in my mind?
He pulled all the way out, slamming into me again. I clawed the couch, doing everything I could to push back. When he developed a rhythm, driving into me long and hard, I allowed my mind to fall into a kind of stupor. This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t what I’d expected at all. Then again, what had I honestly believed would happen when confronting a maniac mafia man?
I wanted to hate this as much as I loathed him, but as he gripped my hips, pulling me back by a few inches, I was stunned how excited I’d become. The scent of my orgasm remained in the air, mingling with his musky aftershave. The scent of hot sex was something I’d have difficulty removing traces of.
What did it matter? I’d have my satisfaction.
I’d have my revenge.
Just a few minutes more of the extreme… rapture. I almost lost my mind as the sensations continued to build, but this time I refused to give him the satisfaction of giving me an orgasm. I bit my lip, tasting blood, shutting my eyes and trying to block out everything.
It was impossible.
His body started to shake, every sound he made like some horrible Neanderthal beast in heat. As his cock seemed to swell, I did what I could to take control, squeezing my pussy muscles, clamping them down as tightly as possible. When he dug his fingers into my skin, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Trying to ignore the fact the brute just erupted deep inside of me.
“Fuck. Yes…” he snarled.
Fortunately, this wasn’t about love or any kind of ridiculous bullshit romance, which I wasn’t certain existed any longer. This was him being… him.
A savage.
He jerked away, laughing in satisfaction.
That was all the opportunity I needed. I stretched my arm, managing to grab the edge of my corset. Then I yanked the syringe into my hand, no longer fumbling as I’d done before, the cap coming off easily.
While a moment of fear almost became paralyzing, I whispered to myself the few words I’d used as a mantra for the last several months.
“Each of you will pay for what you did.”
Then I turned and lunged, plunging the needle into his neck.