Kingpin (Breeding #4)

My core clenches as I do as he says. I lick the pearly drop off, but I want more. I try to stick my tongue in the little hole to get as much as possible, and another appears. I press my lips to the tip and suck it off, humming at his flavor.

He tightens his grip on my shoulders, and then I’m flat on my back. He looms over me as he pushes my thighs apart with his knees. Then, with one hard thrust, his cock is inside me and I’m beyond full. It’s not painful, but there’s an ache to his weight inside me, and I moan at the sensation. His thick, heavy cock throbs as it enters, and my body tries to hold all of him as far as he can go. It’s delicious. I’m still a little sore from the night before, but the pleasure is so much more powerful.

“You’re going to have to learn, angel,” he grunts, pulling out and thrusting fully back inside me. “You stole a taste. Until my baby is in your belly, all my cum goes into this cunt that now belongs to me. Every. Single. Drop.” He thrusts with each word.

I lean my head back, my eyes falling closed. I love this feeling of ownership he has over me. My body is alight with sensations and I can’t focus. Every inch of me is pulsing with need only he can satisfy.

“Eyes, angel. Give me those eyes that drive me fucking crazy.” I open my eyes and look at him. It takes everything in me to keep my eyes locked on his. They want to fall closed so bad. But he’s right. Looking at him like this while he makes love to me amplifies it a thousand-fold. I’ve never been more connected to someone in my life.

His words of possession should make me mad, but I feel myself grip his cock harder inside me, wanting the words that he’s saying to be true. That everything he’s offering me on a gilded platter is real. And even if it’s too good to be true, I’m not sure I want to break the spell.

His mouth comes down, sucking and biting at my neck. “Look what you do to me. I have no control,” he groans against my skin. “You touch me and I’m on you. I can’t help myself.” His words always come out like he doesn’t understand how this could be happening.

I feel the same way with him. Look at the way I’ve behaved with him. I’ve let him have his way with me from the second he saw me without putting up a fight. I think I’d do anything he asked of me at this point. But I don’t tell him this. He already has too much power over me and I haven’t even been in his home more than twenty-four hours.

“Angel. Have mercy on me and cum. I can’t hold on much longer with the taste of you still in my mouth from the shower.” Then he bites me right on my neck.

The pleasure and pain mix together and I come undone, doing as he begs me. I scream out his name as he grunts over and over. He moves on top of me as his warm release fills my body and I pulse around him. My orgasm moves from my core to my fingertips and it’s like a wave pulling me under.

He gives one final thrust as I try to catch my breath, and his body goes lax on top of mine. We lie there for I don’t know how long, but finally he looks into my eyes. I can’t read his expression, but he leans down and gives me one of those slow, soft kisses that he’s a master of.

He slips from my body and lets out a sigh of complaint at the loss. He moves down my body and rests his head for a moment on my chest like he’s trying to get himself together. Eventually he stands.

“We ruined your breakfast,” he says, and I glance beside us. Everything is still on the tray, but it’s all mushed together. He grabs my hands and helps me sit up. “I’ll have something else made for you. Do you want to take it in the kitchen?” I nod. I don’t want to stay in the room all day while he works.

“I’ll take care of it.” He kisses the top of my head and disappears into the closet. When he comes out a little later, he’s dressed in a suit like every other time I’ve seen him. He goes into the bathroom, and when he comes back out his hair is fixed and he doesn’t look like he just made love to me.

Wait. Was that making love or fucking? Or just sex? Maybe it was breeding. That thought hits me hard. Is that the only reason I’m here? It’s all he seems to talk about. Putting his child inside me. I shake the thought from my head.

“Get dressed, angel. Then you can eat breakfast and explore the house if you like.” He leans down, kissing me. “Don’t wash this off.” His hand parts my legs, and two fingers run along my sex before he’s pushing them inside me. I moan just as he pulls them out and licks them then brings them to his nose. “I’m going to love smelling you on my fingers. It’ll get me through the day while I’m away from you.” He smirks, and I blush.

“Tease,” I say admonishingly, and wink at him. For a second he looks like he might pounce on me again, and I don’t want to be the reason he’s even later to work. So I change the subject. “Are you leaving?” I don’t want to be in the house alone, even though I’m guessing there’s plenty of staff. I don’t want him to leave. I want to be able to go to him if I need something.

“No, I’ll be in my office. It’s the first door on the left when you come in the main entrance of the house.”

I nod, feeling a little better.

“Explore anywhere you like. Nothing is off limits to you,” he tells me before leaning in and giving me another kiss. He pulls back and looks at the clock. “I’m never late,” he says, more to himself. “Be a good girl.” He unlocks the door and takes one last look at me before leaving and shutting the door behind him.

I stand from the bed, feeling a little out of place. I grab Salvatore’s button-up shirt from the night before, sliding it over my head.

Everything feels like a dream. I’ve never been more loved in my life than I have these past few hours.

I make my way to the door and down to the kitchen. This house is so big I’m not even sure how I found it on the first try.

“Ma’am.” The man in the kitchen greets me and nods toward the plate on the breakfast bar.

I walk over and sit down, digging into the eggs and bacon. “This is wonderful,” I tell him. He smiles and goes back to cleaning the kitchen. I eat everything on my plate after realizing just how hungry I was.

“Thank you,” I say before standing from the stool as the man takes my plate.

“Would you like more?” he asks. I shake my head. I’ll burst if I eat more.

I turn from the kitchen. I want to finally explore the house, but I don’t make it far before I run into a man.

“What do we have here? Castello has a new girl?” My body freezes at his words. His hands are locked on my shoulders and I can’t move. I stare up at him, frozen with fear and unable to find words. “I can see why he kept you.” His eyes travel over my body, and though Salvatore’s shirt covers me more than most dresses, I feel naked.

Suddenly the man is being pulled from me and he’s hitting the floor. Salvatore looms over him as the man lies on the floor with his face bleeding. It all happened so fast, I can only stand there in shock.

Salvatore’s eyes come to mine. They’re so cold I take a step away from him. “What the fuck are you wearing?” he snaps at me.