Page 53 of Mafia King

The rhythm accelerates.

Theo’s palm becomes a blur of motion, striking left and right without pause, without mercy. The pain sharpens into something bright and overwhelming. Tears spill freely now, tracking down his cheeks as he sobs through open-mouthed cries.

There is no calculation left, no careful measurement of how much is enough.

Theo simply spanks himself harder and faster, lost in the raw need to demonstrate everything he cannot put into safer words: the regret, the choice he had already made in his heart, the fact that he is his even if he decides he does not deserve to remain so.

Theo’s legs begin to shake. The skin of his ass burns like fire. Still he continues until the sobs break his rhythm completely and he can no longer lift his hand without trembling.

Strong arms close around Theo from behind.

“No, no, let me keep going!” Theo cries. “I want to show you, Daddy! I must show you how much I want to give myself to you!”

But Nikolai turns Theo and pulls him against his chest, locking his arms in place by his side.

Theo registers with a jolt of fresh shock that Nikolai is naked from the waist down, his cock hard and thick against his belly. Nikolai lifts Theo as if he weighs nothing, hands firm under his thighs, and then lowers him in one decisive motion.

Theo sinks onto Nikolai’s cock completely.

The sudden stretch and fullness tear a broken cry from his throat. His body, already raw and oversensitive from the self-punishment, tips over the edge at once.

Theo’s cock barely has time to harden as he convulses, trembles, and cums all over Nikolai’s stomach as his ass clamps around Nikolai’s thick, angry manhood.

There’s no going back.

There’s no avoiding this now.

Theo is giving everything to Nikolai in ways he didn’t know was possible.

The orgasm hits like a wave he cannot control. Theo continues to cum hard around Nikolai, the hot rush of fluid spilling over both of them as his ass squeezes and trembles, his g-spot stimulated beyond compare.

Tears of a different kind—relief, pain, overwhelming joy—pour down Theo’s face while he shakes in Nikolai’s arms.

Nikolai holds Theo impaled and deep, not allowing him to rise or pull away. His own breathing grows heavier. A low growl vibrates against Theo’s neck as his Daddy shoots his seed inside him, pulse after thick pulse, filling him while he is still trembling through the aftershocks.

Theo’s vision softens at the edges. The room tilts. He feels as if he might truly pass out from the intensity of it all—the fear, the pain, the sudden fierce acceptance, the pleasure that has rewritten everything.

“Daddy…” Theo says, his voice distant, locked into a post-orgasmic bliss.

Nikolai carries Theo the short distance to the bed and lays him down with unexpected care.

The sheets are cool against Theo’s burning skin. Nikolai stretches out beside him, one heavy arm draping across his waist, grounding him. His mouth is close to Theo’s ear when he speaks, the words barely more than a whisper.

“You are mine now,” Nikolai commands, like a true king. “Until the day you die.”

Theo’s reply comes without hesitation, soft and certain even through the residual tears...

“Yes, Daddy,” Theo says. “I am yours until the day I die.”

Later the black town car moves smoothly along the dark highway that leads back toward the city. The sky is a deep, cloudless indigo. Warm night air slips through the partially open window, carrying the faint scent of distant rain and cut grass from the fields they are leaving behind.

Inside the cabin the only real light comes from the soft blue and white glow of the dashboard, illuminating the sharp lines of Nikolai’s hands on the wheel and the quiet concentration on his face.

Theo sits in the passenger seat, the platinum bracelet cool against his wrist, the residual ache in his ass and the deeper, sweeter ache between his legs both reminding him of everything that has just been decided. He watches the road for a long time before he finds the courage to speak.

“How will you explain this to your men?” Theo asks quietly. “Especially Xander.”

Nikolai’s eyes stay on the highway. “They will understand. When I speak, I mean what I say. I have earned their respect many times over. I am the Pakhan. I am the king. I will not be doubted.”