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Chapter Seven

THE PULSATING PLEASUREbetween my legs makes me feel like I"m floating, and having Rake gaze down at me with such hunger only makes everything feel more like a dream.

I"m still faintly out of breath when he carefully pulls his hand out of my jeans, and I find myself thinking rather dizzily about the sheer difference between our sizes. He"s so, so much taller, and so much bigger and heavier than I am, and the disparity is visible even when I"m only comparing the size of his hand to mine.

My heart races when I remember how his hand covered my entire mound with ease, and every inch of my pussy came into contact with the heat of his touch. I never thought I had it in me to cum so hard and quickly, but there really is something about this man that I find myself acting no different from any other girl.

And that"s a good thing...right?

The answer to this becomes moot the moment I feel him reach for my jeans. Just one taste of pleasure in his arms already has me addicted, and instead of scrambling away I find myself lifting my hips when Rake starts yanking my jeans down my legs. A ripping sound follows, and I feel unusually but deliciously helpless when I realize I"m already naked from the waist down, and the torn scraps of my panties have already joined my jeans on the floor.

His big hands cup my knees, and my breath catches as I look back at Rake just in time to see him position himself like a stallion about to mount his mate.

The part of me that"s "almost" psychopathic has always despised feeling weak. It"s made me feel I"d rather die than find myself powerless and in chains, but when I hear Rake slowly unzipping his jeans—-

"Weak" is exactly how I feel when I hear the sound, and I feel even weaker when I see how he"s actually struggling to get his cock out of his own jeans.

Is it truly natural for a man"s erection to be that big, or is this the product of some famous doctor in Beverly Hills? And what about his length, darn it? The amount of time it"s taking him to get his whole cock out is almost laughable. Just when I think he"s done, I realize he"s not, and I stop counting the inches when I realize I"m past one foot.

How can something that long be real? How can a man"s erection be longer than a freaking foot, and is it even possible for him to drive the entire length of his cock inside of my pussy?

The more I stare at it, the weaker I feel, and even my sanity threatens to run away when his ferociously hungry gaze captures mine...and I see him slowly start to smile.

Oh...shit.

That smile of his absolutely promises no mercy once we start to fuck, and it has my stupid cheeks so flustered I can feel them pale one second and heat up the next.

"This is going to hurt like hell, Kayra."

He starts stroking his length as he speaks, and he purrs the words out like I"m supposed to be happy that his cock will soon be charging into my pussy like some rampaging lust-crazed bull.

"And you"re going to fucking love it."

I am equal parts enthralled and outraged at how he"s feeling so cocky to make such a claim, but just as I raise my hands to claw his eyes out, it"s already happening—-

And all I can do is cry out as his cock tears past my hymen—-

Because that"s his power over me.

He makes me as human as they come, and I can"t remember feeling this normal as the pain of his possession rips me apart.

"You"re hurting me again!"

The walls of my pussy feel like they"re about to burst open at how thick he is, and the head of his cock is already close to kissing the entrance to my womb.

Rake suddenly grabs a fistful of my hair to yank my head back, and another cry escapes me.

"Just doing what you asked, darling," he growls into my ear. "I"m not taking it slow like I promised, and besides...I have a feeling me being gentle will just bore you out of your skull."

I have no chance to find out if he"s right or wrong, since I"m too busy crying out again and again as he pounds into me over and over, and so, so hard that it feels like the shape of his cock will be imprinted on my pussy.

"Stop it!"

But the words only make Rake thrust into me faster as he pants out, "I can"t, sorry—-"

"At least say it like you mean it!"

"Sorry," he says again, but this time with the most shamelessly cocky grin.

Grrr!

"Stop moving, damn you—-"

"Can"t—-"

I claw his back deep enough to make him bleed the way he"s made my pussy bleed, but this only has him thrusting back inside of me with a laugh.

"Stop it!"

I claw harder, but Rake only withdraws before thrusting back so, so deep, that his cock finally makes it all the way to kissing my womb.

"Damn you, stop!"

"God, you"re so fucking hot when you look murderously in denial like that."

"I"m! Not! In! Denial!" And I truly mean it, never mind if the way his relentless thrusts have me panting each word out.

"You fucking are, darling—-"

He"s purring again, damn him.

How dare this man purr when the pain of his every thrust is making me feel I"m about to break apart under the overpowering weight of his body?

"And you know it."

For just one second, I"m so, so insanely tempted to kill him just to prove how wrong he is—-

But when his head lowers the next moment, and he"s shoving my shirt and bra up to my neck in one move—-

I hear myself cry out just like any other girl as his teeth bite down on my nipple.

Hard.

And that"s when I realize he"s right.

A gentle lover would have been so skull-crushingly boring he would never have managed to make me forget I"m different, and while a part of me is once again terrified at how Rake has my crazy mind all figured out—-

Fear has no choice but to take a backseat as he keeps biting my nipple while fucking me harder and harder, and he doesn"t let up at all even when I"ve grabbed his hair in an attempt to pull his head off.

"Stop it!"

He finally lifts his head, but it"s only to rakishly grin down at me, and oh, how the sight of it makes me want to seriously kill and kiss him at the same time.

"Did you say "harder"?"

No, no, no!

But it"s already too late, with his teeth biting down on my other nipple while his cock hammers into me harder and harder as promised—-

Why, why, why does this hurt so, so good?

He"s fucking me like I"m his slut, and yet every thrust of his shatters my soul. We"re rutting like mindless animals in heat, but when he finally lifts his head and locks his gaze with mine—-

Oh no.

Pleasure explodes between us as we cum at the same time, and I can only cling to him as everything that"s happened since Thomas had two cold-blooded killers getting to know each other over the phone—-

It all adds up like chain links clicking into place.

From the way I only blush in his presence to the way he"s only vulgar with me—-

From how he tries talking like a shrink to avoid hurting my feelings to the way I"m inexplicably enthralled whenever I see him rubbing his jaw—-

Everything between us, even from the excruciatingly glorious pain of my deflowering to how exquisitely battered my pussy feels as Rake carefully withdraws—-

All of those things have been leading us to this moment: the two of us as one, and our souls chained for eternity, for better or for worse.

The thought makes my chest feel weirdly tight, and it feels even tighter as Rake gently pulls me up like I"m more fragile than glass.

Our gazes meet one more time, and the calm look in his dark eyes speaks a simple truth.

You"re mine now, and I"m yours.

His unspoken words make it so, so hard to breathe, but before I can even think of what to say in return—-

"We have now reached West Palm Beach."

Rake groans as the train announcement has me wriggling out of his hold. "Aren"t we still having a moment?"

"We can still have our moment," I promise even while hurriedly picking my jeans off the floor, "if you"ll let me multitask?"

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