Chapter 10 Matteo #2
I lock my dark, brooding eyes onto hers.
"Mine," I declare. The single word is an absolute command. A territorial vow sworn in blood and bone.
"Yours," she gasps. Her small hands reach out urgently for my thick, heavily muscled shoulders. "Fill me."
I thrust forward.
The thick head of my cock breaches her tight, wet passage.
She cries out. Her body jerks upward.
I stop halfway. Gritting my teeth violently against the excruciating friction. She is impossibly tight. Her narrow walls stretch painfully around my massive girth. The thick slick coats my skin, easing the brutal entry, but my sheer, heavy size demands a slow, methodical claiming.
"Wrap your legs around my waist," I order.
She obeys instantly. Her bare, flour-dusted calves hook tightly behind my lower back. Her heels dig fiercely into my spine.
I grip her thick, soft hips. My massive hands easily span her waist.
I push forward. A long, agonizingly slow drive.
I sink into her completely, burying my heavy cock up to the absolute hilt.
My heavy balls slap loudly against her ass. We are seamlessly joined.
A deep, guttural groan rips forcefully from my chest.
The sensation is absolute madness. The tight, wet heat of her pussy gripping my massive cock is better than anything I have ever experienced in my forty-four years on this earth.
It silences every single demon in my skull.
It extinguishes the twenty-year fire of grief, vengeance, and bloody memories.
There is only this.
There is only her.
I pull back slowly. The intense friction drags a soft, broken whimper from her throat.
I slam forward.
The wet, heavy smack of flesh meeting flesh echoes sharply in the dark bunker.
I establish a brutal, relentless rhythm. Pulling almost all the way out, stretching her entrance to the limit, then driving my massive cock deep into her womb. Grinding my heavy pelvis violently against hers.
She takes every single inch of me. Her inner walls clench perfectly and tightly around my thick shaft.
I set a feral, punishing pace.
Flour puffs violently into the air with every single deep thrust. A fine white mist settles over my dark, tribal-tattooed shoulders. It dusts her flushed, heavy breasts. It coats our sweat-slicked bodies.
"You belong to me," I grunt heavily with every deep, driving stroke.
"I am yours," she cries out. "Matteo, harder!"
I give her exactly what she fiercely demands. I pound into her with savage, unrelenting force.
The world outside this sealed penthouse does not exist. The Bellanti syndicate does not exist. Arthur Reeves and his cowardly betrayal do not exist. The impending mafia war does not exist.
I am a man completely possessed.
I slide my large hands roughly up her torso. I squeeze her heavy tits fiercely. My thumbs drag painfully over her hard, sensitive nipples.
She writhes wildly beneath me. Her fingernails rake aggressively down my hairy chest, leaving angry red half-moons in my dark skin.
I change the angle. I slide my massive arms under her back, lifting her torso off the marble counter. I press her flushed face deeply into the crook of my thick neck.
I thrust aggressively upward. Hitting a deep, hidden spot inside her tight, wet walls.
She shrieks loudly. A raw, feral sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
"Right there," she begs fiercely.
I hammer that exact spot. Merciless. Unrelenting.
The deep friction is agonizingly good. The overwhelming heat is unbearable.
Her tight pussy spasms violently around my cock. She is incredibly close.
I speed up my brutal thrusts. Grinding my heavy pubic bone directly against her swollen clit with every single deep, driving stroke.
She milks me fiercely. Her wet walls grip my shaft with a crushing pressure, drawing the heavy climax rapidly out of my tight balls.
"Matteo!" she screams. Her body bows rigidly off the counter.
Her climax hits exactly like a violent, bone-deep thrum. Violent, cascading waves of intense pleasure crush my cock in a desperate vice grip.
I lose all control.
My balls pull painfully tight against my body. A feral, possessive roar tears from my throat.
I drive my thick cock to the absolute hilt, pinning her thick hips violently to the marble island.
I cum.
Hot, thick seed erupts powerfully from my shaft. Flooding her deep inside. I pump heavy load after heavy load of my intense climax directly into her tight womb. Claiming her from the inside out. Branding her as my woman.
My massive body shakes violently with the brutal force of the primal release. I bury my face deeply in her neck, aggressively inhaling the intoxicating scent of her skin.
I pump the final, thick spurts of my heavy seed deep inside her slick, coated passage.
I collapse heavily against her soft, beautiful curves.
My broad chest heaves deeply for air. We are covered in slick sweat and white baking flour. A perfect, beautiful ruin in the center of my brutal world.
She strokes my dark hair gently. Her small, delicate fingers trace the coarse silver strands at my temples affectionately.
I withdraw my slowly softening cock. A thick, messy mixture of my heavy seed and her slick wetness spills down her pale thighs, dripping audibly onto the flour-dusted marble counter.
I gather her completely into my massive arms. I lift her entire body off the kitchen counter. She wraps her legs tightly around my waist, burying her face against my heavily tattooed shoulder.
"Do not put me down," she whispers fiercely.
"Never," I vow.
I grip her bare thighs. I lift her higher, securing her against my thick chest. My cock remains fully exposed, slick with our shared fluids.
I carry her away from the kitchen island. My heavy bare feet leave large, flour-dusted footprints on the dark hardwood floors of the penthouse.
I walk us directly toward the reinforced master suite.
The heavy steel shutters remain securely locked over the massive windows. The red emergency lights continue to bathe the secure apartment in a dark, bloody glow. The world is shut out.
The war raging in the streets below belongs to Dominic and the Costa soldiers. The twenty-year silence belongs entirely to me.
I kick the heavy oak door of the master bedroom open.
The California king bed sits perfectly in the center of the dark room.
I lay her down gently on the dark silk sheets. The white flour on her pale skin contrasts violently against the black fabric. She is a total mess of baking ingredients, sweat, and my thick seed.
I crawl onto the bed, crowding my heavily built frame over her delicate body.
"You burned the contract," she says softly, her wide eyes tracing the sharp lines of my heavily bearded jaw.
"The contract was a transaction," I state simply, my voice an unyielding rumble in the quiet room. "You are not a ledger entry. You are not a debt. You are my permanent obsession."
She reaches up, grabbing the heavy gold medallion resting against my chest. She pulls me down.
"Good," she declares.
I crush my mouth against hers. A deep, wet, devouring kiss.
I run my large hands down her soft sides, worshiping the heavy curve of her wide hips. She belongs entirely in my bed. She belongs entirely in my life.
The Bellantis will burn for coming after what is mine. Arthur Reeves will bleed for betraying his own flesh and blood. Every single enemy of the Costa family will face the brutal, uncompromising slaughter of my wrath.
But inside this locked steel vault, there is no violence.
There is only my feral need to consume the curvy, defiant woman who completely silenced the endless war in my mind.
I spread her thick thighs open once more. I position my rapidly hardening cock at the slick entrance of her wet pussy.
"Again," I command softly.
"Always," she replies.
I thrust forward, sinking completely into her tight, welcoming heat, claiming my permanent territory all over again.