My instincts told me to fear him. His told him to claim me like a beast.
Christoff Dupree doesn’t strike me as the kind of man who woos a woman gently, so when I saw the flowers on my kitchen table I knew it wasn’t just a gesture of appreciation for saving his life.
This ruthless mafia boss wasn’t seducing me. Those roses mean that I belong to him now.
That I’m his to spank into shameful submission before he mounts me and claims me savagely.
That I’m his mate.
Author: Piper Stone
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Length: 82,000 words
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to claim that pretty pink pussy of yours yet. That’s only for good girls who deserve something special.”
She took heaving breaths, her eyes spewing fire, yet she remained quiet.
“Better.” I lowered my trousers, rubbing up and down the length of my cock several times. I couldn’t help but notice she couldn’t seem to take her eyes off my actions, her lower lip quivering but it had nothing to do with being afraid or even nervous. She was even more aroused than before.
I wanted nothing more than to start the mating process. While I was no knight in shiny steel armor, a part of me wanted the moment to be as special as I’d heard from my brothers it could be. Call me romantic or maybe just a fool for love, but I’d been the only one to talk about getting married one day while my brothers had wanted permanent bachelorhood. Being my mate didn’t mean she couldn’t be the love of my life. I chastised my irrational thoughts as I slid two fingers down the length of her exposed pussy, her lips swollen and glistening from her recent climax.
She swallowed several times, her expression holding the same level of defiance that she’d had from minute one. The woman could not be easily broken. When I slipped the same two fingers inside, she gasped but sucked up the sound almost immediately.
I repeated the move, adding a third finger, thrusting gently at first then driving my fingers as deep inside as was possible. The change in position obviously brought her extreme pleasure, her entire face lighting up as her excitement grew. When she bucked against me, fighting to lift her torso from the bed, I knew she was ready.
My breathing as labored as hers, I slid my slickened fingers to her tight little asshole. She seemed to sense what I was doing, gasping the moment I rimmed her puckered hole with one finger.
I knew I was risking fully awakening my beast, the taste of her barely enough, but fucking her in the ass would challenge my control.
Yet I couldn’t resist.
Zoe shifted as much as her tight confines would allow, staring at me intently as I positioned the tip of my cock against her tight hole. When I breached by a few centimeters, she huffed and closed her eyes, doing everything she could to ignore what I was doing. Her breathing remained rapid, her eyelids fluttering as I pushed further inside, hitting the tight ring of muscle.
A single whimper turned into a guttural moan, her entire body stiffening, her hands fisted. Goosebumps appeared on her legs and as I pushed even more, I wrapped one arm around both, brushing my lips against her skin. The small taste of her was magnificent, fueling more of the fire raging deep within me.
She tossed her head back and forth, another series of moans escaping her mouth. When I thrust the remainder of my cock inside, her eyes flew open, and she managed to lift her torso from the bed.
“So damn beautiful and all mine,” I muttered then pulled almost all the way out, plunging into her again.