Bound To A Possessive Mafia Don

His mouth crashed into Anna's, hard and hungry, with his grip locked around her jaw, fingers digging in just enough to make her breath hitch. She didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned in, parted her lips and let him own her mouth completely.

His other hand moved down to her hip and yanked her close, making her feel the hard length of his cock pressing urgently against his pants. His tongue slid deep into her mouth, slick and commanding making her moan as her knees started to give beneath her.

Without breaking the kiss, he shifted her backward until her calves hit the edge of the bed. Only then did he pull back just enough to speak, voice rough and frayed with want.

"Take it off."

Anna didn't hesitate. Her hands trembled as they immediately reached behind, fumbling with the zipper of her dress. The fabric slid down slowly over her skin, damp with sweat and arousal, before pooling at her feet. She stood in nothing but black lace and heels, bare-chested and exposed.

He stared at her, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing every curve and every inch of her. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath.

Anna didn't flinch. She let him look. Let him want.

He went ahead and peeled off his shirt in one smooth motion, revealing his broad chest inked with dark tattoos, muscles carved and tight. When Anna tried to reach for his belt, he caught her wrist.

"Not yet."

He pushed her gently back onto the bed. The sheets were cool against her flushed skin, a contrast that made her pulse thunder.

He climbed over her, knees settling on either side as he nudged her legs apart with his. His mouth found hers again, but this time slower and more controlled, building tension with every movement. He trailed his slowly up her thigh to the edge of her panties.

"You're so hot, cara," he whispered against her lips.

He broke the kiss and slid down, pressing soft kisses to the inside of her thigh, closer and wetter. His warm breath ghosted over her panties, and she twitched beneath him. His eyes locked on hers as he slowly tugged her panties down her legs teasingly.

With eyes still locked on hers, he kissed her pussy, then slid his tongue from her entrance up to her clit, making Anna moan loudly. His mouth covered her with wet, determined attention, tongue flicking and sucking, every motion relentless. Her thighs shook and her hands clutched the sheets tightly.

"Fuck, you taste so sweet," he groaned against her. "So fucking wet for me."

Anna barely breathed as every nerve unraveled under his mouth. Each flick of his tongue sent heat coursing through her veins. Her hips bucked, desperate for more, but he held her still with his hands making his fingers dig into her thighs.

He lifted his mouth and slid one finger into her pussy making her whimper and arch her back off the bed. Wet sounds filled the room as his fingers stretched her open. Another finger pushed in, thrusting deep while his thumb circled her clit.

Anna's body tensed, tight and trembling.

"Come for me," he growled. "Now."

And she did.

Her legs clamped around his wrist as a choked cry tore from her throat. Her body jerked, back lifting off the bed as her pulse slammed through her head.

He didn't stop. He slipped in a third finger and kept fucking her through every wave, dragging her deeper until she was shaking, limp, wrecked, and barely breathing.

And then Anna squirted, soaking his hand as her body gave out beneath him.

He didn't flinch, he just watched, letting her come down from her high.

When Anna was done, he leaned in and cleaned her with his mouth. When he was done, he rose.

"You're not done," he said, voice low and wrecked.

He unbuckled his belt, letting it fall with a sharp clink, then shoved his pants and boxers down in one motion. Her breath hitched, but she didn't look away.

His cock was thick, hard, and already leaking. He smirked, knowing exactly the effect he had on her.

His hand moved to his cock, gripping it at the base. He stroked it once slowly. "You're going to take all of this," he said. "Every inch."

Anna nodded without hesitation.

He positioned himself over her, hooking her knees over his arms to spread her wider. The blunt head of his cock pressed to her entrance, thick and hot. He didn't wait. He pushed in.

The stretch burned, Anna just a little making her breath catch in her chest. He didn't stop, he kept going slow and steady until he was buried to the hilt, full and deep inside her. Her nails dug into the sheets, mouth falling open.

"Fuck," he hissed, still. "You feel even better than I imagined."

He didn't move at first. Just held there, letting her adjust to his cock.

Then, after a beat, he pulled back, just barely inside, like he wanted her to feel every inch, before slamming into her in one brutal thrust, forcing her to take it all at once. She cried out, voice high and guttural, her back arching off the bed as he pounded into her.

"Fuck," he growled, watching her face twist in overwhelmed pleasure. "This tight pussy was made for me."

Anna's legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, her heels dig into the small of his back, pulling him deeper and closer. His hips slapped against her ass, hard and fast, the sound obscene and raw in the quiet, high-ceilinged hotel room.

"Say it," he snarled against her neck, teeth grazing her skin. "Say you needed this. Say you needed to get used."

"I-fuck- auhhh," Anna's voice broke with a moan. "I needed this. I needed to get used."

His palm came down hard against her ass, the slap loud and sudden.

"Louder."

Anna gasped, breath caught in her throat. "I needed to be fucked."

He grinned darkly. "Good girl."

Leaning back on his knees, he dragged her hips up with him so her ass barely touched the mattress. Both hands gripped her thighs as he pounded harder, ruthless and deep into her pussy, like he wanted to ruin her for anyone else.

The base of his cock glistened with her arousal every time he pulled out, and he watched it disappear inside her again and again. The sight was obscene and addictive. Her pussy clung his cock tight, slick and needy, taking every thrust with wet sounds that only made him rougher.

"Goddamn, look at this wet pussy," he muttered, more to himself than her. "Swallowing me like you've been starving for cock."

Anna shook beneath him, mouth open in a silent cry, one hand clutching the headboard and the other clawing the sheets. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples tight and sensitive.

He leaned in, one hand braced beside her head as his mouth closed over her left breast, sucking her nipple deep into his mouth, making her gasp.

His thrusts didn't stop, he reduced his pace, thrusting into her slow but hard, hips grinding with ruthless precision, each movement hitting the spot that made her eyes roll back.

He scraped his teeth across her nipple, then licked it, the heat of his mouth in sync with the deep thrust of his cock. Her hands flew to his back, nails digging in, desperate to hold on as her body spiraled.

"Fuck," she whimpered, legs wrapping tighter around his waist.

He groaned low and ragged. "That's it. Take it."

And she did, taking every thrust, every flick of his tongue, until her body shook, climax rising like a wave ready to drown her.

His fingers found her clit, rubbing hard with the flat of his hand.

Anna convulsed.

"Come again," he said, voice low and filthy. "Soak my fucking cock."

Anna came, shattering with a scream, legs trembling as her pussy clenched him so tight he nearly came.

"I'm not done," he growled against her breast, pounding her pussy faster, cock pistoning into her slick heat. "I'll stop when you can't remember your name."

He rose, flipped her onto her stomach, grabbed her hips, and slammed into her from behind.

Anna sobbed into the pillow, wrecked but arching her back anyway, letting him pound her pussy deeper.

He bent low, chest pressed against her back, one hand slipping under her to choke just enough to make her moan instead of scream.

He slammed into her harder, deeper, chasing release with rough, relentless thrusts. Breath ragged, chest heaving, his rhythm faltered.

Then he buried himself to the hilt.

A guttural groan ripped from his throat as he came inside her, pulse after pulse spilling deep. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her still while he emptied every last drop of his cum inside her.

She felt it, the heat of him, the way his cock twitched inside, the possessive way he stayed buried, like he couldn't let go.

After he came, he didn't move. Just hovered over her, breath unsteady, hands roaming her sides and waist, tracing the shape of her wrecked body.

Anna lay wrecked, panting, soaked in sweat and cum, and for the first time all night, she wasn't thinking about James.

She wasn't thinking about anything.

Just him.

And the way he'd ruined her.