Stolen by the Mafia King: Chapter 8

JESSA

He scoops me up in his arms and I grasp at his shoulder with a squeak of surprise before I manage to get my hand to the back of his neck. Barging into the house, he takes the stairs two at a time.

“Grant, what are you doing?”

“What I should have yesterday.” He’s holding me so tightly, like he’ll never let me go. Like this is it for us, we’re going to be so close we’ll be conjoined before long. God, I hope we will be.

“I can walk,” I protest weakly as he heads to his bedroom.

“Consider this practice for tomorrow, when you’ll be so thoroughly fucked you won’t be able to,” he says with a wicked grin.

A thrill goes through me from my fingertips where I’m touching his skin to my dangling toes.

He kicks the door closed behind us and tosses me onto his bed. And yes, that takes my breath away, but not as much as Grant looming over me.

“Don’t. Move.”

The second he’s off me, of course I’m sitting up, watching as he stalks to his wardrobe. I wonder what’s going on but when he turns back he has a fistful of ties and my tummy flip-flops.

His brow darkens. “I told you not to move, sweetheart.”

“Sorry, kingpin.” I flash a naughty smile at him as I crawl over the bed on hands and knees towards him. “What can I do to make it up to you?”

“You.” He crosses to the bed in sure strides and clasps the back of my neck, pushing his fingers in, kneading. “You can be a good girl and lie down where I left you.”

My body is vibrating. I think it’s the contrast. I was so devastated I had lost him. That he didn’t want anything more than a game and a house renovation. From that nadir to the highest zenith: he loves me.

“I can be your good girl,” I say and he smiles.

His grey eyes. They’re brimming with love and lust and hard intent. I know now. I didn’t imagine it. I’m sure. His eyes are security. They’re home.

“Good. Then help me take off these clothes.” He’s peeling my dress up my body. I shimmy out of the white lace knickers, lifting my hips so he can drag them down my thighs. I try to get at his shirt but he pulls my dress over my head. Then he’s trailing his fingers up the sensitive part of my inner arm and I’m nudging into his touch.

“Not that I don’t trust you…” He takes my wrist in a firm grip and holds my gaze as he knots his tie on me and the bedstead.

I gasp with surprise, but good surprise. Hot and squirmy and toe curling.

A small tug and, ugh, I’m so twisted, I love the tension that puts pressure on my wrist.

“You’re not escaping.” My kingpin takes my other hand and traps it in place. The silk of his tie is smooth and cool and as it slips on my skin. Need skitters right from my fingers, down my spine to my clit.

Both of my hands pinned, he sits back, and makes a growling purr from his throat. “So pretty. Now.”

“Wait, no!” I kick out as he grasps my ankle. I’m not being spreadeagled, am I?

“Oh yes.” He’s stronger than me. Much stronger and I don’t stand a chance as he inexorably tugs my legs apart and secures me.

“Kingpin…” There’s a tremble in my voice.

He smooths his palm over my knee. “Sweetheart. You want me to release you? Just say my name. Say, Lambeth. And I’ll stop. Whatever I’m doing, I’ll stop.”

All the tension leaves my body. He won’t do anything I don’t want. “I understand, kingpin.”

He grins and kneels between my spread legs. “You are not leaving this bed until you’re full of my come and have agreed to marry me.”

He’s right. Now he’s said that, you’d have to scrape me off this bed with a spatula. You’d have to prise each limb up. If that’s what I get if I stay, I’m staying. You couldn’t get rid of me.

“Think you can do that?” I say brattily. “Don’t you think you’re a bit old?”

His laugh rumbles through me. “There’s my girl. You’ll beg, don’t you worry.”

“All talk, kingpin…” I grumble when he lowers his head instead of covering me with his body and taking me. “Make me.”

“Gotta get you ready.” He relaxes in like he’s enjoying getting comfy down there. The first lick is hard up my seam and I buck with the pleasure. “I’m going to split you open,” he says against my folds then slips a finger into me and I moan. So easy. Too easy. I’m already soaking wet from his attention.

“My cock is big, and you’re little. But you’re going to take it all. You’re going to be stuffed with my cock like a good girl.”

I nod frantically. Yes. I want to be his good girl, full of him.

“But first I want you all soft and boneless so when I push inside you for the first time you enjoy me stretching you out. Love it.” He punctuates that speech with sucks on my clit and I’m writhing, tugging against my bonds, desperate for more. And commentary over, he delivers.

I had no idea he was holding back before, but he clearly was. The last time he was kissing and licking gently, easing me into pleasure like sliding into a hot tub. Now he throws me in. He goes after my orgasm like he chased me down. Hard. Determined. Fast.

He holds my hips when I move under his mouth, and being trapped and forced to endure the overwhelming pleasure makes this even hotter. I’m caught and spoiled. Cherished. He knows better than I do what I need, and is providing. I don’t have to think, or plan. He has everything under his control, including my whole body.

He understands me. I haven’t felt this safe and loved in… Forever.

The orgasm arrives so quickly it’s almost sharp. One moment I’m on the edge, then the next I’m shaking as I plummet down like Grant has pushed me off the peak of a swooping rollercoaster.

I’m still coming when he moves up and over me, the heat of him covering my naked skin. He’s so much bigger, and I’m spread out, utterly at his mercy. I can’t push him away or bring him closer. The head of his cock touches my clit, sending a fresh wave of orgasm through me.

“Look at me.”

I hadn’t even realised I’d shut my eyes until, opening them, Grant’s catch me like a shining silver hook.

“I want in.”

“Take me.” I flex my hips up, to the limited extent that’s possible. The tip of his cock slides against the excessive wetness and presses just inside. Hardly at all. Nudging at my entrance. We both moan.

“We’ll go slow,” he promises. He pushes and there’s resistance. A shadow crosses my kingpin’s face. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” I have no idea if that’s true actually, only that I need him to fuck me and I won’t be satisfied until he does. Even if it’s agony there’s an ache deep in me that only he can fix. “Go on. Shove it in, all the way.”

“No,” he says between gritted teeth. “Slowly.”

I can’t pull him into me, tied up as I am. This is all on Grant’s schedule.

So I whimper and tip my hips to try to get more of him.

He groans and there’s a pinch that steals my breath.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He kisses my cheeks. Forehead. My lips. Even the tip of my nose as I get accustomed to the invasion of his body in mine.

“Further,” I demand when the burn has eased. Looking down I can see us joined and it’s deliciously hot. But most of his cock is still not inside me.

He slips in another inch and this time the pinch is less and the ease quicker. Watching me like a hawk, I don’t need to say with words that I’m ready for more. He sees. He knows.

He tells me I’m taking him just right and I’m the best thing he’s ever felt. Whispering in my ear, he soothes and comforts me even as he shakes with the effort of restraining himself. He rubs his cheek on mine and kisses my throat. As he withdraws and pushes deeper he takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks until I moan.

The beginnings of fullness bloom.

We continue like that, an inch at a time, until at last he’s all the way in. His pelvis flush with mine, the head of his cock firm at my limit. I’ve never had anything push on the top of my passage like that and it sends a fresh wave of arousal through my limbs like a button he’s keeping held down.

I’m pinned. His hard cock inside of me. Arms braced either side of my breasts, and his bonds holding my wrists and ankles. I should feel as exposed as a beautiful butterfly on display. And I do, but I’m also a powerful creature caught and imprisoned for her own good. Protected.

Grant slides out a little and I mewl with protest until he thrusts back in and I let out an unladylike grunt of pure sensation.

Then he does it again. Further, harder and it feels amazing.

“I love you. I’ve wanted this, to be inside of you, since the beginning. I’ve been obsessed, Jessa. I love you and I can’t let you go.”

I can’t speak for the overflow of the unfamiliar but wonderful feel of him sliding in and out with more and more confidence. There’s nothing easy about it even as he ups the pace again. He’s massive and stretching me. But I’m so wet it doesn’t matter and that combination makes every stroke bliss.

“You’re perfect, so perfect. I thought you’d feel good but I had no idea you would feel made for me, so soft and tight, and fuck, so wet. That’s the best part. You’re soaking wet for me so I know you want me too. You’re doing so well. My good girl.”

I didn’t know I needed to be his good girl before yesterday, but I, oh I do. Every day. All night. His praise knits closed wounds I didn’t even know I had. They’ve been sore for so long I wasn’t aware it’s not normal.

“More,” I beg. “Harder.”

“Jessa.” He sounds tortured.

“More,” I repeat, and as he complies I see the relief on his face and the pleasure spirals through me. I keep saying that. More. And more, until he’s slamming into me, stealing my heartbeat and my oxygen with each thrust of his unyielding body into my soaking hole.

“I’m never letting you go,” he growls. “I’ll have you every day. I can’t do without you now. I’m addicted to your vanilla scent and sweet taste.”

He’s split me open and now he’s stuffing me full, body and soul. He’s pounding into me, barely controlled. I’ve unleashed him and the way he’s owning my body is as hot as the words he keeps saying about how much he loves me and how this is even better than he imagined when he jerked off thinking of me.

“Grant,” I gasp. “I won’t escape. Release me.” I have to touch him.

He stops instantly. I cry out when he slips from me.

“I won’t let you leave. You’re mine now sweetheart, forever.” He unties my ankles first and I wrap my legs around him. Yes. Yes this is what I want. I’ll steal him as surely as he did me. Then one hand is free and I use it to urge him closer.

“I’ll chase you down and take you back,” he says against my delicate inner arm, his stubble scraping. “You’re mine now and I’ll die without you. Don’t leave, Jessa.” He sounds undone, and I love that.

The silk falls away from my wrist and I pull him until his chest hair rubs my nipples.

“I won’t,” I whisper as he pushes his cock in where I need him. “I promise.”

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