I’d get to take that innocence, dirty it, destroy what made it virgin, and my cock pulsed at the thought.
My fingers moved back and forth over it. “How do you earn trust, Katalina, from someone who has had their trust broken again and again?”
Her breaths were coming more quickly. She shrugged, and I nodded because it wasn’t an easy answer.
“You have to learn what they like.” I smacked her ass again hard, and this time she moaned.
My other hand was at her pussy, and as I slid a finger in, I got the lubrication I needed. “What they like is their weakness, it’s what makes them open up to you, gives you what you need to get the job done. You know all this. You’ve found a man’s weakness time and time again and earned their trust.”
I slid my finger from her pussy and up to her ass. I didn’t wait for permission. I shoved my dick home into her pussy and pushed my middle finger up her ass. She screamed, slamming a hand into the mirror as I rammed her hard enough to give her bruises where the front of her thighs pressed against the counter.
“You feel that? It’s what you like. It’s how you’ll end up giving me the last virgin piece of you,” I whispered in her ear as my dick fucked her to a place where she’d beg for it over and over.
“Rome, it’s too much.”
“Or is it not enough?”
She bent further down, her forearms resting on the counter, and let me lean over her.
She clenched around my finger and I pulled it from her ass before she hit her high. “What the—”
“Trust takes time, Katalina. We have all the time in the world.” I leaned farther over her, placed my hands on the mirror to position myself at a better angle.
“No.” She shook her head furiously. “We have no time left, Rome.”
When she said the words, something overcame me. Fury that she didn’t think we could conquer them, passion to own her like I knew I could, and rage at thinking anyone would try to stop me.
Shoving into her fast again, I hit her G-spot, using the mirror as leverage. I fucked her hard to remind her where I belonged.
She yelled my name every time my dick pumped into her. Her straight hair swung back and forth in rhythm, fast and smooth, her mouth open to pant.
One hand went to her hair, and I bunched it up, pulled her face high. “Say you’re mine.. Say I can have you as long as I want.”
“Time’s not up to me.”
“The fuck it isn’t.” My other hand fisted and pounded into the mirror. The force cracked the glass and my blood stained the edges of it. “Say it.”
“You bleed for something that’s not doable.”
“We can do anything. You can do anything,” I whispered. She could rule these men; she could rip them apart too. She could bring down the whole city if she wanted or put it back together.
She was Cleopatra and I just had to make her see. I had to remind her that she’d survived the worst already, that the bratva were malleable, didn’t have a hold on someone like her.
I slid my dick from her, slow this time, let her feel each inch of it come out. I stepped away from her. “Turn around. Look at what you do to the man who is supposed to kill you. To kill anyone who’s a threat to the Armanelli Family.”
She turned slowly and glanced down at me stroking my cock for her. Her gaze lingered before she hopped up onto the counter and spread her legs. I walked to the edge and tilted the head of my cock toward her entrance. I let the wetness drip onto it before I ran it over her clit. She immediately shuddered, and I saw those nipples tighten like I’d pinched them.
“You better fuck me like you mean it, Rome.”
“You better rule the bratva and this city like you mean it. Show them what we’re made of, huh?”
Her jaw tightened, her mouth thinned, and her grey eyes turned as cold as a stone in the middle of a Chicago winter storm.
There was that fighter, that survivor, that queen. She’d have them kneel before her. Anyone would bow.
She wrapped one leg around me and then the other before she lowered her body down where it belonged.
Hard.