The Mafia King’s Doll

Renzo

I feel the moment Skylar connects with me, and it’s only then I move down her body so I can have my way with her.

It’s taking more strength than I knew I had not to throw her down and fuck her senseless.

It’s been five years since she’s had sex. You can’t just fuck her.

As I feast on her breasts, I move my hand down between her thighs. When I brush a finger through her slit and feel the heat from her soaked pussy, I lose the grip I have on my self-control.

I move down and force her legs wider apart to accommodate my shoulders. With her pussy on full display for me, my tongue darts out to taste her, and just like at the restaurant, I lose my fucking mind.

I suck and bite at her clit while pushing a finger inside her tight warmth. I devour my woman until the friction makes her pussy feel scorching hot against my tongue.

“Oh God!” Skylar cries, her hips bucking from the assault. “Renzo!

Shit. Renzo,” she moans as she rubs herself against my hungry mouth.

I’ll never be able to get my fill of her, and when her orgasm hits, I drink every drop of arousal from her.

“Jesus,” she gasps when I finally lift my head. “Holy shit.”

Grinning, I move back up her body and kiss the living hell out of her so she can taste herself on my tongue.

Her hands brush over my shoulders and back, and I let out a groan from how good it feels to have her touch me.

I position my cock at her entrance, and breaking the kiss, I lift my head so I can see her face.

The moment between us builds, and just to torture myself a little more, I wait as long as I possibly can before I thrust inside her.

I’m only able to enter her halfway before her narrow walls stop me, threatening to strangle the life out of my cock.

“Fuck, Skylar,” I hiss, my body shaking from how good she already feels. “You need to relax. Your pussy is fucking strangling me.”

“I am relaxed,” she gasps. “You’re too big.”

“Fuck,” I breathe as I press my forehead against hers.

I grab hold of the back of one of her thighs and lift her leg over my hip, and when I surge forward, I manage to push another inch into her.

“Christ, you’re going to kill me,” I groan.

“Not if you kill me first,” she says through uneven breaths. It’s only then I think to ask, “You okay?”

She nods quickly, then lifts her ass, taking me deeper.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

I pull out, and with my fingers digging into her thigh, I fucking slam into her, forcing her to take all of me.

Her head tilts against the covers, and her back arches as a cry tears from her. She’s so fucking beautiful as she takes every inch of my cock, I’m unable to give her a moment to adjust.

I begin to move, fucking her with hard, relentless thrusts while my eyes remain locked on her. Her nails claw at my back and sides, her breaths bursting over her parted lips every time I plunge into her.

Becoming one with Skylar is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

From this moment onward, she owns me.

I’m hers. Forever.

“Renzo,” she breathes, my name sounding like a prayer.

I press my forehead against hers again as I continue my relentless pace of conquering her.

“You’re mine, amo,” I groan. “You’re fucking mine, and I’m never letting you go.”

Her eyes shine like stars as she nods. Her body tenses, and knowing she’s close, I fuck her as hard as possible.

“God,” she whimpers, her features fucking angelic as she tenses right before her pleasure hits.

Her pussy grips my cock tighter, and it’s all it takes for ecstasy to rip the air from my lungs. I drop down on her as my body jerks, and pushing my arms beneath her, I crush her to me as I ride out my orgasm.

The first thing I become aware of when my senses return is our rushing breaths. Then I feel her trembling body, every inch plastered against mine.

Lifting my head, I look at her face, and it’s just in time to see love shining in her eyes.

She quickly turns her head away from me, but I grab hold of her jaw and force her to look at me.

“Stop fighting it,” I say, which only makes her shake her head.

“Skylar.” I give her a pleading look, which isn’t something I do easily. “There’s nothing wrong with you loving me, and I’ll never use it against you. You’re safe with me.”

She lets out a sob, and pulling her jaw free from my hold, she buries her face against my neck.

It takes her a moment to regain control over her emotions before she whispers, “I just need time to process everything.”

“Take all the time you need, amo,” I say before I press a kiss to her hair.

She loves me. I saw it in her eyes.

I can wait until she’s ready to say the words out loud.

The corner of my mouth lifts as relief fills my chest. I don’t know how I fucking made her love me, but I’m thankful.

I kiss the side of her neck before I pull out of her, and getting up, I walk to the bathroom so I can dispose of the condom.

When I enter the bedroom again, it’s to see Skylar gathering her clothes. “You’re not going anywhere,” I mutter before I take the clothes from

her hands and toss them back onto the floor.

Lifting her off her feet, I fall on the bed with her in my arms. She lets out a chuckle as I move over her, and with a smile on my face, I stare down at my woman.

“Christ, amo. You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper before pressing a tender kiss to her lips.

“What does amo mean?” “Love.”

Her smile widens, and lifting her hand, she brushes her fingers through my hair. “I like your hair when it’s all ruffled. It makes you look hot.”

“Glad to hear you think I’m hot,” I tease her.

She scrunches her nose. “You know you’re attractive.” Her eyes lower to my jaw as she trails a finger over my stubble. “Even when you put the fear of God in me, I couldn’t help but notice. It’s actually very deceiving and unnerving.” Her gaze meets mine again. “It makes you more terrifying.”

I press another gentle kiss to her mouth, then ask, “How so?” “You don’t expect beautiful people to kill at the drop of a hat.”

I stare at her for a moment before I say, “I’m sorry for all the hell I put you through.” Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her against my chest as I turn onto my side. “I lost my mind after Giulio died, and I took it out on you and your father.”

She presses a kiss to my chest, then whispers, “Thank you for apologizing.”

Needing to change the subject, I say, “I don’t really like long walks on the beach, and I don’t suck at cooking. It’s just easier to order in.”

Skylar chuckles, and lifting her head, she looks at me. “What else?” I brush her hair back as I drink in the stunning smile on her face.

“You’re the first woman in my bed.” Her eyebrows lift. “Really?”

I nod. “I don’t let people into my private space easily.”

“Did you take all your one-night stands to hotels?” she teases me. I shake my head. “I’ve never had a one-night stand.”Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Her eyebrows draw together as she gives me a skeptical look. “Fine. All your girlfriends.”

“I’ve only had three. Excluding you.”

She stares at me, trying to figure out whether I’m telling the truth.

Opening up to her about my past, I say, “They were all Sicilian, and my parents arranged the dates in the hope I’d pick one of them to marry. After my father died and I took over as the head of the family, I stopped that shit, and I’ve been single ever since.” I take a deep breath and let it out slowly before I add, “I never planned to marry and have children of my own. That’s why I made Giulio my heir.”

Her expression grows serious, then she says, “I don’t know whether I’ll be able to have children. I had a shattered pelvis, and they had to reconstruct my bladder. You know all about the kidney failure.” She lets out a sigh. “It’s not something I’ve thought about until now.”

“We’ll adopt,” I say. “You’ve been through enough, and I don’t want the strain of a pregnancy putting your life in danger.

She looks up at me. “Really? You won’t mind?”

I shake my head. “Not at all.” While we’re on the subject, I mention, “We need to get you a birth control implant. I don’t want any accidents happening.”

“Okay.”

Pushing her onto her back, I cover her breast with my hand and press kisses to her jaw. “God, I love your body.”

Skylar reaches for the drawer and grabs a condom. “On your back,” she orders. “I want to be on top.”

Grinning, I do as my woman says, and I lean back against the pillows. While she rolls the condom onto my cock, I’m struck, once again, with how much I love her.

It just happened, and I had zero say in the matter. One second I wanted to strangle her, and the next, I wanted to fuck her.