Page 27 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings (Alpha Mafia Kings #1)
His laugh was dark chocolate and sin. “So demanding. I love it.” In one fluid motion, he pulled me from Mr. Iceflare’s embrace and flipped us over, positioning me on top of him without breaking our connection.
The sudden shift sent him impossibly deeper, drawing a shocked cry from my lips.
“Now ride me. Show our brothers what you can do.”
I braced my hands on his chest, thighs trembling as I lifted myself up before sinking back down on his length. The new position let me control the depth and angle, but Mr. Enigma wasn’t content to be passive. His hands guided my hips, helping me establish a rhythm that had us both gasping.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his green eyes blazing with hunger as he watched me take my pleasure from him. “Fuck yourself on my cock. Show us how much you need it.”
The crude command should have offended me, but instead it spurred me to move faster, chasing the building pressure at my core. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, punctuated by my increasingly desperate moans.
Mr. Enigma sat up, his mouth finding my nipple and sucking hard. The sudden, sharp pleasure-pain had me crying out, my rhythm faltering as sensation overwhelmed me. His teeth grazed the sensitive peak before biting down just hard enough to send lightning bolts of pleasure straight to my core.
“Oh God,” I sobbed, my hands clutching his shoulders as he switched to my other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
Mr. Iceflare’s hand suddenly tangled in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat. “Remember who you belong to,” he said before his mouth claimed mine in a kiss that was pure possession.
I was caught between them, Mr. Enigma’s cock driving up into me while Mr. Iceflare devoured my mouth, my body a battlefield for their competing claims. The dual assault on my senses was overwhelming, pleasure building to heights that had me trembling on the edge of collapse.
Suddenly, Mr. Enigma flipped us again, this time positioning me on hands and knees.
The chain at his wrist rattled as he mounted me from behind, driving into me with renewed vigor.
The new angle sent him even deeper, hitting spots that made me scream. His chest pressed against my back as he fucked into me with relentless precision, one hand reaching around to stroke my neglected cock.
“Listen to how wet you are for me,” he murmured in my ear, the obscene squelching sounds of our joining punctuating his words. “Your body’s begging for my knot.”
“Yes,” I sobbed. “Please, I need it.”
“Look at him,” Mr. Enigma commanded Mr. Iceflare, his pace never faltering. “Look how beautifully he takes me. How desperately he needs it.”
Mr. Storm’s quiet voice came from nearby, strained with his own hunger. “His scent. Getting stronger.”
“He’s close,” Mr. Enigma agreed, his hand speeding up on my cock while his hips maintained their punishing rhythm. “Aren’t you, little mouse? Ready to come for us again?”
“Yes,” I gasped, my arms threatening to give out as pleasure built to unbearable heights.
“Come for us,” Mr. Enigma commanded, his voice velvet-wrapped steel as he pounded into me mercilessly. “Let them watch you break for me.”
The command, coupled with a vicious thrust that nailed exactly the right spot, shattered me completely.
My back arched, a scream tearing from my throat as pleasure crashed through me in violent waves.
My inner muscles convulsed around Mr. Enigma’s cock, my release spattering across the sheets below.
“Fucking perfect,” Mr. Enigma groaned, his hips slamming into me with punishing force as he chased his own release. “Taking my cock so beautifully.”
But he wasn’t done with me yet. Even as I gasped through the aftershocks, he flipped me onto my back, hooking my legs over his shoulders and diving back into me with renewed hunger.
“One more,” he demanded, his eyes wild with primal need. “Give me one more, little mouse.”
Mr. Iceflare’s hand found mine, gripping it with surprising gentleness as Mr. Enigma continued his relentless assault on my senses. “Let go,” he murmured, his ice-blue eyes locked on mine. “We’ve got you.”
Something about his words, about the unexpected tenderness in his touch, broke the last of my resistance. The pleasure built again, impossibly, inexorably, until I was writhing beneath Mr. Enigma, begging incoherently for release.
“Now,” Mr. Enigma commanded, his knot beginning to catch on my rim with each thrust. “Come for me now.”
My second orgasm hit with even greater force than the first, my vision whiting out as my body convulsed around him. I wasn’t just coming; I was shattering, breaking apart and reforming into something new.
“Mine,” Mr. Enigma snarled, his knot swelling to full size and locking us together. His release flooded me in hot, violent pulses, each surge triggering another aftershock that had me crying out.
For several long moments, we stayed locked together, joined in the aftermath of something primal and consuming.
His heart hammered against mine, his chest heaving with exertion.
The scent of satisfied alpha surrounded me, mingling with Mr. Iceflare’s lingering claim, creating a potent blend that subdued my omega instincts in a way I hadn’t known was possible.
“Two down,” Mr. Enigma murmured against my temple, his voice a satisfied purr. “One to go.”
I glanced over at Mr. Storm, who watched us with an intensity that made my breath catch. Unlike the others’ more demonstrative approaches, his hunger was contained, measured, but no less powerful for its restraint.
“Don’t worry, little mouse,” Mr. Enigma continued, following my gaze. “He’ll take good care of you too. In his own way.”
“And what way is that?” I asked, unable to keep the nervous edge from my voice. Mr. Storm’s quiet intensity was somehow more intimidating than Mr. Iceflare’s cold fury or Mr. Enigma’s playful seduction.
“You’ll see,” Mr. Iceflare said, his hand still tangled in my hair. “Soon enough.”
As Mr. Enigma’s knot began to subside, I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly I’d gotten myself into. Two alphas down, one to go—and something told me Mr. Storm would be entirely different from either of his brothers.
One catastrophe at a time, I reminded myself. Save Dad first, worry about the consequences later.
But as Mr. Storm’s eyes met mine across the room, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the consequences were already here, already in motion, already inescapable.
As Mr. Enigma’s knot finally slipped free, I couldn’t hold back a wince.
I felt empty, and a flood of his release trickled down my thighs to join Mr. Iceflare’s from earlier.
I should have been mortified by the mess, but apparently my heat-addled brain found being thoroughly marked by alpha cum oddly satisfying.
Great. Add that to my growing list of “Things I Never Knew About Myself Until Being Kidnapped by Mafia Alphas.”
“Your turn, brother,” Mr. Enigma called to Mr. Storm, sounding entirely too cheerful for someone who’d just used me like his personal omega playground. “Though I doubt you’ve been patient for my sake.”
Mr. Storm didn’t respond verbally. No surprise there, the guy treated words like they cost him a thousand dollars each.
But his stormy eyes said plenty as they raked over my body with an intensity that made my skin prickle.
Where Mr. Iceflare’s gaze had been possessive ice and Mr. Enigma’s playful fire, Mr. Storm’s was the calm before a devastating storm, the kind that makes sensible people board up windows and evacuate coastal areas.
Mr. Silent-and-Scary rose from his bed. The chain at his wrist made a single, ominous clink as he approached, and I swear the temperature in the room dropped ten degrees under his stormy gaze.
“I’m done waiting,” he announced, and his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me from Mr. Enigma’s bed with a strength that left no room for negotiation. The chain rattled sharply with the sudden movement, a metallic warning I ignored at my peril.
“Hey!” I protested, though my treacherous body betrayed my excitement. “A little warning would be nice!”
Instead of responding, he backed me against the nearest wall, caging me with his powerful body.
The contrast between his silent observation earlier and this sudden caveman routine should have terrified me.
Instead, it sent another wave of heat straight to my core, because apparently my omega instincts had terrible taste in men.
“What happened to being the strong, silent type?” I gasped as his hands gripped my thighs, lifting me effortlessly until my legs had no choice but to wrap around his waist. The chain swung between us, occasionally brushing against my overheated skin, a cold reminder of our captivity.
“This seems pretty forward for someone who’s been playing statue all day. ”
“I save my words for what matters,” he replied, his voice rough like crushed gravel. “And my actions for what I want.”
The implication, that he wanted me badly enough to act, shouldn’t have sent another rush of heat through me, but my body and brain were clearly no longer on speaking terms. Before I could think of a comeback, he thrust into me with one powerful motion that knocked the breath from my lungs and sent white-hot pleasure ricocheting through my core.
“Fuck!” I gasped, my head falling back against the wall with a thud that I’d probably feel tomorrow. If I survived tonight, that is. “A little warning next time? Or is foreplay just not in your vocabulary?”
“No more waiting,” he growled, establishing a rhythm that made Mr. Iceflare’s dominance and Mr. Enigma’s playfulness seem tame in comparison. Each thrust drove me harder against the wall, the chain at his wrist rattling with every movement, creating a metallic soundtrack to my undoing.