Page 117 of The Mafia's Bride

“I’m your good girl.”

She gets even wetter.

I unzip my pants, cock springing free. Lining up to her entrance, I shove her head back down, lifting her hip so her body is arched.

“I’m going to fuck you until that mascara runs and you look thoroughly ruined. I want you walking out this office, messy and fucked to within an inch of my life. And you’ll walk out with my cum leaking from this pretty pussy. Do you understand?”

She tenses, turning her head to meet my eyes.

“What if I refuse?”

I slap her ass, feeling her body vibrate with pain and pleasure.

“This isn’t up for discussion, Sloane. You’ll walk out of here with me leaking down your legs so everyone knows who you belong to.” I slap her ass again, a red rose blooming along her right cheek. My hand runs over it immediately, soothing the bite of pain.

“If I want you full of me, so full of me that there’s no mistaking who you belong to.Me.”

I slam into her, shoving my cock so far into her that my balls bounce off her clit. She rears back, the pleasure spinning through us both.

Her loud moan rings out in my office, and it’s like choir voices singing a heavenly tune. I need to hear it again. I withdraw, slamming back inside her, her moan deeper.

“Fuck, I could get used to that sound.”

She laughs, voice shaking. “You better. We’re married. Only death will part us.”

God, I love the sound of that. Gone is the woman who wanted tocause a divorce, who would flee from me if given the chance. Now she’s mine, begging to be fucked raw and stay my wife.

I’ve never thought I was blessed, but now I’m sure God’s given me a great gift after all the shit I’ve experienced.

He gave me Sloane.

My hips thrust, pinning her to the edge of the desk, fucking her roughly. The desk moves, papers fall to the ground, pens scatter. At one point, Sloane almost falls off the edge and only my hand in her hair keeps her still.

“You can’t escape me, Sloane.” I grunt, feeling the signs of my orgasm coming. My balls tighten, the nerves up my spine firing harshly. Sloane’s body is tightening, her mouth opened into an O. She’s so damn close, I need to feel her finish.

“You’re mine, baby. This is it. You’ll be mine until you’re old and grey, until our great-grandchildren bury us in side-by-side graves. You’ll be mine even after death. I’ll make sure to never let you go.”

She groans, screaming out as she comes, soaking my cock as I release inside of her. It’s violent and hard as I pump everything into her.

She drops to the desk, body completely spent, but I’m not done.

Withdrawing, I use my bare fingers to push my cum further inside of her.

“Marking you with my cum is just one step, Sloane. I’m going to make sure you can’t ever leave me,” I say darkly, smiling as she moans, enjoying my fingers even though she can barely open her eyes.

“How’s that, dear husband?” she taunts, trying to push me away.

I hold her still. “You’ll bear my children. If you think I’m going to waste my cum and not wish for it to put a child in this body, you’re wrong.” I lean forward, lips brushing against her neck and jawline. “Call me toxic, but I’ll tie you to me in any way I can get you. Including this.”

I expect her to rage, to complain about taking her choice from her. I’m ready for it.

Instead, she flashes a wide, beautiful smile. “It’s a good thingyou’re going to be a father then, Lex.” Those green eyes look up and I see the truth there, naked and bare to me. “Guess you’re not the only one toxic in this relationship.”

My heart nearly explodes from happiness.

THE END