Seized by the Mafia King (London Mafia Bosses #9)

20. Zane

20

ZANE

She’s perfect.

I hold her hip down, and thrust harder into her. “You’re not escaping again, you understand me?”

“Yes!” Willow’s cunt grips me tighter, as though it’s me that might escape. Ha. Not likely. I’d live in her like this if she let me. I can’t ever get close enough.

“Mine.” My voice sounds unhinged.

“I’m yours.”

I’m an animal. I breathe in her neck, where the scent of strawberries is almost overpowered by the sweetness of her arousal. And I give in to what I’ve wanted to do since I saw her.

I bite her.

She cries out, but it’s not intended to hurt. It’s a suck that claims her just as I’ve claimed her pussy. I draw back to look, and there’s my mark on her skin. A possessive growl escapes me.

“My beautiful good girl.”

“Again.” She turns her head, revealing the other side of her neck.

And that shocks me, even through the burning pleasure we’re creating between us. I thought I’d have to apologise, but she’s tilted her chin to give me better access.

I keep fucking into her wet, willing pussy, and the bliss is indescribable as I mark her again.

“Mine. Mine.” I suck that soft, tender skin as I ram into her harder and harder. Her hips move with mine to get us together faster and deeper. My chest is bursting with love for this sweet girl who is so giving, who is allowing me to take everything I need from her.

And in return, I want to give her something special.

“Going to fill you up, little bunny,” I grit out. “Pump you full of seed and make you pregnant.”

“Please, yes,” she gasps out.

We fit so easily together now, and her pussy is beginning to strangle my length as she winds up towards orgasm. This girl was made to take my cock, be spoiled by me, be mine to protect and adore.

I reach down, cramming my hand between us, until I find where her pearl is so close to where I’m slamming into her. She cries out the second I touch her, and I have to grit my teeth to prevent myself from shooting my load right then, too soon.

“Come for me. I need to feel you clench around my cock. Milk it out of me, little bunny.” It’s a harsh, guttural demand.

“Zane,” she moans, and damn but I’ve needed that too. The sound of my name on her lips is magic.

“Come, and make me come inside you. You’re going to make such cute babies. I’ll give you as many as you want.”

“Eight.”

I choke a laugh.

She’s beside herself. I won’t take that as her real answer, but if she wants? Sure. Eight miniature Willows? I should be knighted for providing the world with so much joy.

“I’ll take you raw all the times it needs,” I tell her, stroking her clit in time with my thrusts. “You’ll never be without my come dripping down your thighs.”

I’m losing control. My rhythm goes ragged. My balls pull up.

“Come.” I’m the one gasping now. I can’t hold on.

And good girl that she is, she does. Her first spasm sets me off, as her cry rings in my ears. I spray into her, shuddering. Then another pulse, and other. I empty myself into her as she grips my cock and holds me around the waist, her heels digging into my buttocks.

I must look like a monster, my face twisted in passion, but Willow keeps looking into my eyes like I’m hers and that’s all that matters.

It takes long moments of us jerking together as we lose ourselves in our own pleasure and each other’s, before we’re motionless again. Still connected. Staring into her green eyes, for a second, I think we’ll never separate again, and my heart is so content with that thought. I’m overcome by how good and right this is.

“I love you.”

I can only drag in air and be so fucking grateful I found her in time, and carried her out of that church, until I recover enough of my brain to lift my weight from Willow before I crush her.

She makes a sound of dissent as I raise myself and reluctantly slip from the embrace of her welcoming pussy.

I untie her wrists then allow myself to collapse to the side, pulling Willow’s hips stacked on top of mine, her shoulders still on the bed next to mine.

Turning my head towards her, I kiss her lips softly as I cup her pussy, pushing the come that slipped momentarily out back where it belongs.

“Zane, that was…” She sounds exhausted. Wrecked.

“I know. I know.” I slip my arm beneath her shoulders so her head flops on my bicep and cuddle her to me.

She wriggles a bit, and I clamp my other hand on her belly.

“Nope.”

“No?” She stops moving. I feel her smile rather than see it, since my face is touching hers.

“I hope you’re pregnant.”

“Me too,” she replies shyly.

“I want your sexy little bunny butt elevated every time we have sex until you have my first baby in you. Got to keep my come where it’s required. I want you full, constantly. I want to be in your body and to consume your thoughts. Like you do mine.” It’s a bare declaration for all we’ve already said today.

“Pregnant the first time?” she asks.

“All your firsts,” I remind her. I grin and her eyes go wide. “We’re not done with that yet. And second, and third. All the times.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” And despite what I just said, I roll over her, then lean down and kiss her mouth. Not her first stolen kiss, nor the plundered second, or gifted third, but one of many. Infinite kisses.

“We’ll never be finished with your firsts, little bunny,” I whisper the truth against her lips. “I never intended to be.”