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He laughed, and the sound vibrated on my skin.
“Ah, you wanna play filthy, baby doll?”
“Yes.”
“You like to hear me say how hard I want to fuck you, baby?” I loved it. Hearing him say he wanted me was awakening a dormant femininity deep down inside me. I thought I lost that after it was used against me.
“So much. Tell me how.”
Enzo pulled my knees up and opened my legs wider, staring down at me.
“Look at this pussy, it has my name written all over it.” He pushed my hand away and rubbed the crown of his cock between my lower lips. “You have no idea about the things I could do to you. There are a hundred and one ways I could pleasure you right now, and I want to try them all. What do you want from me, my Russian Queen? Should I eat you first? I’ve been curious about your taste on my lips. Is that what you want?”
Watching him unwrapping a condom and rolling it down his cock was the most erotic moment I’ve ever lived through.
I rolled my hips, trying to get more friction, but the fair contact was not enough. I need rough, carnal domination from him.
“Fuck me, Enzo Nucci.” He looked down at me, like he couldn’t understand my words. “I want you any way you come, but I can’t wait for that. Oh, Enzo, I feel like if you’re not going to be inside me soon, I might go mad.” I was here with him, so I was probably mad already.
He grabbed my face with both his hands and kissed me. There was nothing gentle in his touch. The kiss had something primordial in it, something possessive.
“You fucking want me too, queen. Can’t you see? This is destiny, baby. This kind of attraction doesn’t just show up.” Too bad my destiny was not compatible with whatever he was talking about. My destiny was bought and paid for.
“Enzo, please.”
He tugged at my dress trying to free my breasts, and I stopped him.
“Let me see you. Let me suck on your tits, baby doll.”
“No, not now. Don’t you want to make me happy, my mafia prince?” I took a page from his book.
“When you talk to me like that, I want to rip the heart out of my chest and give it to you.” Oh, my God. With one finger, he traced the contour of my mouth. “Does my queen want me to put my dick inside her?”
“Yes! Now.” In the next second, he thrust inside me forcefully, pushing all his length in my depths. The shock was only adding to the pleasure of having him back inside me. “Khristos.”
“Sweet mother of God, your pussy is holding me so tight.” His hand cuffed mine above my head. “I tried to be gentle, but now I’m going to break that pretty pussy of yours.”
He started moving, his hips finding an agitated, fast rhythm pretty soon. With every thrust he shook me from the ground up – mind, body, and soul – and I was melting into the pleasure.
Enzo was a strong man. His body was all sleek lines, hard angles, and harder muscles. While he was focused on the place where our bodies untied, I let my hands wander along his back, exploring his form. I felt every single muscle tensing every time he pushed. Finally, I made it to his firm ass, and I couldn’t help myself from digging my nails into it. I wanted to bite it. I could not believe that, but I wanted to bite a man’s ass.
“What do you want, baby doll?” It was like he read my mind, or maybe he saw on my face that my desires were torturing me.
“You.”
“I’m here, baby.”
“Harder.”
“That, I can do.”
He pinned me down with his body and unleashed his gluttonous needs, relentlessly hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves until I finally climaxed and let out the most unorthodox cry. I clutched Enzo while he found release himself, and we both poured everything into each other. I’ve heard curse words, I’ve heard my name, I’ve heard his – from my mouth – but above all, I’ve heard my heart telling me that it was over. Nothing will ever compare to what Enzo Nucci gave me. Pleasure and the freedom.
Chapter 9
I was flat on my back with one arm over my eyes and one around Ludmila, still picking up the pieces after what happened. Anyone who would walk inside could see not only that we fucked, but how desperate we were for each other. I still had my shirt on, even if she unbuttoned it while exploring my body, my pants and boxers only made it to the end of the bed, and Ludmila still had her sandals on. The memory of her heels pushing to my ass while I was riding her like a mad man made the hair on the back of my head stand up. She was stronger than fucking ecstasy. When I came up here, knowing she was waiting, I had another idea in my head about how things would go, but the moment she looked at me with her blue eyes, when she begged me to take her, I forgot everything. I almost forgot my own damn name. I had a plan of worshipping every part of her body, but she fucked that the moment words like ‘Enzo’ and ‘please’ and ‘harder’ left her mouth. Now she was lying next to me with her sexy black dress gathered around her hips.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked. I loved listening to her voice. It wasn’t one of those cheerful barbie girl voices. It was sensual, a little raspy. Just like every other part of Ludmila, her voice was made to seduce.
