“But she did. And she told me what your father did to you and Gavino.”
He bites my lip hard. I whimper as he tightens his grip in my hair. “I told you, you don’t know a damn thing about me.”
“And you don’t know anything about me, either. Apparently, nobody does. What was my father talking about? How am I connected to Cillian? Fynn, I need to know. I can’t keep doing this, playing these games.”
He growls and kisses me. He slams his lips against mine and his tongue invades my mouth, commanding and dominating. I moan into that kiss and he’s not gentle as he turns me around, hand on my throat, kissing me over my shoulder. I feel him stiffening against my ass and he strips me, right then and there, peeling me open, taking off my pants, my panties. But he doesn’t stop at that—he takes off his slacks, his boxer briefs. He’s rock hard, straining against his underwear, and he shoves his cock against my bare ass and my dripping wet pussy, only thin fabric standing between our skin.
“You’ll keep doing what I tell you to do, Mirella.” He bites my beck and his fingers squeeze as his other hand moves down to slap my ass. I gasp, choke, and he’s teasing my pussy, my panties yanked down roughly and left around my thighs. He slaps me harder, spanks my bare ass rough, and his hand grips my throat tighter as he slides two fingers deep inside my pussy. “Your father never should’ve spoken to you the way he did. You don’t need to worry about anything. You’re mine, you’re all mine, and nothing else matters.”
He takes off his underwear, and his thick cock presses against my dripping entrance. His hands return to my throat, holding me hard as he presses me against his body. My pussy’s drenched now, dripping down onto his erection as he glides his cock between my lips, teasing me with his massive shaft. I purr, gag and choke, whimpering as he presses himself into my entrance, sliding in nice and deep.
I gasp and moan as he fills me to the brim. It’s rough and raw, and he doesn’t hold back as he fucks me against the bar. He holds my throat and spanks my ass like a savage, and I moan his name as he takes me again and again, rougher and rougher, deep and hard and merciless. I come as I sob his name, moaning it, groaning it like a prayer. I come hard and nearly black out from his hand on my windpipe and the pleasure, but he releases the pressure and I gasp for breath, leaning forward.
He spanks me once, twice. My skin must be one mottled bruise from his fingers, and I love it as I look back over my shoulder and wiggle my hips. He growls, delighted, and takes me again. Slow at first, then faster and faster, fucking me rough, and I want him to feel good, I want him to fill me to the brim. He kisses me over my shoulder and sinks his teeth into my shoulder as he moans, and I gasp as he takes me.
“This is what I live for now,” he whispers in my ear, squeezing my hips. “Every inch of your dripping cunt stretched wide for me. This is what I wake up and dream about. Your lips, your beautiful tongue, your moans. I want you to scream and cry as I fuck you into oblivion. This is what I need, my Mirella, my little doll, my princess.”
“Fuck me, Fynn,” I gasp, sputtering as he rams into me, again and again. “God, fuck me, you bastard.”
And he groans as he comes, filling me deep with a thick explosion, and the feeling of his seed shoves me over the edge. I orgasm again, body shuddering, twitching, back arched, and he buries his mouth on mine as I finish—but before we’re done, he pushes me to my knees.
“Lick me clean.”
I do it, staring into his eyes. I lick his cock, root to tip. I lick my pussy from him and taste his cum, swallowing it all before he pulls me back up and smothers me in a kiss.
“We’ll find out what your father was trying to tell you,” he whispers as he holds me. “We’ll find out together.”
Chapter 19
Fynn
Casso looks grim the next day. He stares out the window of his office while Gavino paces back and forth, hands behind his back. I frown at them, not sure what the hell’s going on.
I’ve been on fire since yesterday. The meeting, then fucking Mirella during the party like a beast and watching her lick my cock clean like a good worshipful little princess, and finally dreaming about her back in my room, it’s all swirling in my brain and driving me insane. We had a good session this morning, went light and easy after the hard work of the last week, but as soon as I stepped out of the gym, a staff member summoned me here to Casso’s office, where I found Gavino already drinking and looking annoyed.