A long stretch of silence filled the room.
“Cost you?”
“You’ll come to find everything in my world comes with a price. No one escapes without paying.” His words carried off but his gaze grew intense, and she knew he wanted her to understand the weight of what he said.
She rolled her hips, coating him with her arousal. On full display for his hungry gaze, his eyes grew dark.
He drew his gaze up the length of her body and moved his hands to rest on her thighs. He dragged his cum-soaked cock to her entrance and teased her opening with the swollen head. “When we put a child in you, nothing between us will remain unbound.”
She ran her hands over her hard nipples and swirled a finger across her sensitive bud, causing herself to rock against him.
“I’m on the pill. Have been from the start. But one day...”
“We were assholes to never ask.”
But she saw no remorse in his eyes.
He thrust into her hand when she clenched her fingers around his rock-hard cock.
One push and he claimed her body for himself once again. She pressed her heels into his backside, and he sank in until he gave her every inch of his impressive cock.
She rotated her hips as her body stretched to accommodate his full, hard length. The delicious burn had her gasping and moaning into his mouth when he leaned in to take hers.
With a hip in hand, he guided her movements to match his. He plunged in, slowly drawing out, only to do it all over again.
Her body was his to command, and he did so with delicious perfection.
He traced lingering kisses down her throat, over her pulse, and continued until he took a hard tip into his warm mouth. He worshipped her body, sucking on her greedy nipple until the familiar burn of her climax filled her veins with liquid fire.
Rhia cried out, rocking her hips faster. She ran her nails over his shoulders and down his back in awe of the rolling power she felt just beneath the surface.
He released one nipple and moved to the next, pulling a gasp from her. He flicked the tip of his tongue over the hard nub, causing her heart rate to spike and sweat to mist over her skin from all the torture she was enduring.
Sweet, sweet torture.
He moved faster, driving into her and pulling out at a pace that had her overheating with the need to release.
Her climax hit hard. Her lips parted, and she cried out his name with her release. He reached between them and pinched her clit between his fingers, taking her higher than she’d ever flown before.
The need to feel his weight on her, have his body pressing into her took hold, and she drew him in. He ran his possessive hands over her body and down her sides, sliding them under her buttocks.
He rocked into her, his cock growing impossibly thick once again, and she knew he was finding his release. Her core tightened, wanting more of him. Needing more of him inside her.
She no longer cared about anything else. This is who she was meant to be—the mafia kings’ queen.
His arm wound around her and pulled her up until she straddled him as he leaned back on his heels. She tightened her fingers in his hair and pulled his head to the side. She bit down, not to break the skin but enough to leave a mark. She licked and kissed him, making him growl and his cock turn rigid once again.
She trembled and took him again.