The Marriage Debt (De Vos Mafia #2)(90)

And the woman at the front desk stares at us.

My entire face burns with shame.

“Keep your eyes on me,” Luca growls, still plunging his fingers into me like he doesn’t care.

“But she sees us,” I whisper, trying my best not to be affected.

“I don’t care. Let her watch. She’ll never experience the kind of satisfaction I’ll give you,” he replies. Grabbing my collar, he tilts my head and smashes his lips on my mouth, kissing away what little resistance I had left. His tongue swivels across the seam of my mouth, coaxing me to open and let him in.

And he rips open his zipper and tears it down, pulling out his length right in full view of the woman. From the corner of my eye, I can see her flush, and she picks up a stack of books to hold over her face while she walks to the bathroom, pretending she didn’t see us.

“This isn’t the first time my employees have seen me ravage you, and it won’t be the last,” he growls. And he grabs my waist and plunges inside with no warning.

My mouth forms an o-shape as I fight the urge to moan out loud from the sheer size of him inside me. I’ll never get used to how good it feels and how needy it makes me.

Because fuck me, I’m about ready to beg for this man’s cock to consume my soul.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, bunny,” he murmurs into my ear, plowing into me. “So needy and lusty too.”

He smacks my ass loudly, harshly, until I can no longer contain the sound.

“Fight me, bunny. Try to escape. It only gets me harder,” he groans, smacking my ass so hard it burns bright red.

The sting is making me want to turn around and twist his nipples in revenge, but I don’t even get that far.

He immediately pins my wrists above my head and thrusts in even faster.

“Good little bunny, I love it when you’re feisty like that.”

Luca pulls out and allows me a second to breathe before burying himself to the base.

The mere feel of him deep inside me, his Prince Albert rubbing against my walls, makes me mewl.

“That’s it. Let me hear you. Scream my name,” he murmurs.

“Fuck!” I yell as he slams into me, hitting that one spot that makes me crumple and beg. “Please, Luca.”

One more thrust and waves wash over me. Another orgasm fucked right out of me.

He roars out loud, and warmth fills me, cum spilling out. Right now, nothing is hotter than the sounds he makes after he’s had his way with me.

Jesus fucking Christ.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he groans, and he spins me around only to shove me down by my shoulders, pinning my hands to the golden bar that lines the walls.

He rams the buttons so the doors close again, and the elevator slowly moves back up to the top level. Then he fishes something metallic from his pocket, something that makes my pupils dilate.

Cuffs.

Oh, no.

“Yes, bunny,” he says before clasping them around my wrist and the bar. “I told you what it means to love me and every sinister, dark part of my fucked-up soul.” He swipes his tip along my lips. “Now taste yourself. Clean my cock like a good little slut.”

I’m still shivering from my orgasm when he pushes past my lips, and I have no control over the moans that splutter from my mouth. I can’t stop myself from licking him, even when he’s got me tied up like that.

In fact, the more I think about it, the wetter I get as he begins to slide in and out of my mouth, lathering my own juices and his cum all over my tongue.

It feels filthy, wrong, and all kinds of bad, yet I want nothing more than for him to use me until I can’t even stand anymore.

“That’s it, bunny, suck my cock like a good girl,” he groans, and the look of satisfaction on his face gets me so excited.

He tilts his head back and moans, his length growing bigger and bigger inside my mouth.

Is he ready to go again?

Holy shit, that’s fast.

I greedily lick him off, but there is no stopping his greed as he begins to thrust into my mouth. When I choke, he pulls out for a second so I can cough, only to plunge back in again, over and over.

“Do you taste your own desire?” he says.

I nod greedily. My wrists strain against the cuffs as he claims my mouth, tears staining my eyes. But I’m wet and throbbing with need. If that means I’m fucked up, then I don’t care. I want to be fucked up together with him.

“You want it so badly, little bunny?” His voice is low and heady. “Look at me.”

I nod again, looking up into his possessive eyes just like he commands. The way he looks at me is so overpowering that it makes me quiver with need.

“I’m gonna come down your throat, and you’re going to love it,” he groans, thrusting in so far that my nose is buried in his body, and his balls squeeze against my chin. “I want to make your fucking mouth pregnant.”

My eyes roll into the back of my head as I gag on his length, the metal loops bouncing up and down deep inside me.

That’s when he roars out loud. His cum jets into the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow. “Swallow, bunny,” he groans, depositing everything he has into my mouth, his words sending me over the edge. “Good girl.”

He pulls his thick, long dick out of me, and I cough up the remaining cum only to swallow it back down. It feels so wrong to enjoy the taste, but I do because it’s his.