Captivated by the deadly mafia boss

She tilts her head. “I know you already know. My father wasn’t exactly my biggest fan. Sometimes he was cold. My grandmother tried to make up for it.”

The microwave beeps and I take out the plate, bringing it to her. She takes the extra pierogi with a smile.

“With blueberry pierogi?” I ask with a grin as she wipes a small bead of blueberry juice from her chin.

“It would be our time. Sometimes Dad would take Diana out on a trip or something and she’d make something special just for us two.”

“Because he left you at home?” There’s an angry knot forming in my stomach.

She sighs. “I don’t want to talk about my father anymore.” She pops another bite into her mouth. “So, what did you find out about the car accident? I know you found something out, I could see it in your face when you came down from that meeting.”

I raise my eyebrow. “Really. You know it’s about that and not something else?” I tease. Fuck. When did I start being so damn playful?

I move around the island until I’m next to her. Picking up the last bite from her plate, I swipe it through the cream then bring it to her lips.

“It’s late, Mrs. Staszek. Eat your snack.” I push it into her mouth with our eyes locked in a heated exchange. She licks her lips and smiles. “Now I can have mine.” Before she can anticipate my movements, I pluck her from the stool and put her on the island, sweeping her plate out of the way.

“Dominik!” She tries to sit up, but I point a steady finger at her.

“You had your dessert, now I’m having mine. Lay there and be a good girl for me.”

She tucks her lower lip between her teeth and moves gently back down. Her shorts are easy to tug off, so I pull them past her feet and toss them onto the stool. I grab her ankles and pull her closer to the edge for me until her ass touches the edge.

“Open these pretty thighs for me, sweet girl.” I push her knees down until her pussy is on display for me.

“Dominik. What if someone comes in?” She inches her hand down toward her pussy, but I grab hold of her wrist.

“Try to block me again, Kasia, and I’ll spank this pussy until it’s red. Understand?”

It’s dim in the kitchen, but I can still see her cheeks blush.

“But someone might see,” she says again, not heeding my warning.

I pull one leg up high and to the side then bring my hand down hard on her pussy. She jumps.

“Bad girl,” I chide her and bring my hand down again and once more before I bring my gaze from her wet, wanting pussy to her face. She’s biting down hard on her lip; her pupils have widened so much I can’t see any more of her brown irises.

“Are you going to be a good girl, Kasia?” I ask, raising my hand again. I’ll deliver another swat if I need to, but she’s gotten the idea, I think. My girl loves pain, but she wants my mouth on her pussy right now. I can see it, feel it coming off her in waves.

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“That’s a very good girl.” I put her leg back down and take my place between her thighs. “Keep your hands away.”

I bring my mouth over her pussy, sucking in her clit before she has time to register my intent.

She draws in her breath, but I’m more concerned with feeding the beast inside of me. The one that wants to hurt and soothe her. I scrape my teeth over her clit, then suck it lightly until she whimpers.

“Your pussy is smooth. I like this,” I say, kissing her just above her clit.

She’s grabbing the sides of the island, better to keep her hands away, I suppose.

“Fuck, you taste good.” With two fingers, I spread her pussy lips open and run my tongue up from her entrance to her clit, then take it in my mouth. The sounds the woman makes drive me to the brink. My cock is hard, but this isn’t about me. This is about giving her pleasure for the point of pleasure. The woman has spent her entire life waiting her turn. She’s in the front of the line tonight.

I slide two fingers into her tight passage, twisting them as I fuck her with them.

Running my tongue through her folds, I find her clit again, flicking it harder and harder before circling it and scraping my teeth over the sensitive bud. I continue to swirl around it, listening to her labored breathing, her moans of pleasure.

“Be a good girl for me and come hard. I want to hear you,” I command, not taking my fingers away from her cunt for a moment. I bend my fingers, plow harder.

“Someone might hear,” she complains softly.

“Let them. Let them hear me make my wife come so fucking hard the roof shakes.” I want to growl, the need to hear her come unraveled is so great.

Her thighs start to tremble, I can feel her winding up tight. She’s going to unleash any second. I turn my hand so my fingers are diving deeper into her passage and press downward as I fuck her with them.

“That’s a good girl,” I say, licking her from opening to clit. “Good girl. Such a good girl. Come for me, make it hard, be good. So, fucking good.” I add a third finger and twist harder, fuck her harder with my fingers and flick my tongue harder on her clit. Around and around until I feel the tremors starting.

“I said come!” I growl then suck her clit into my mouth, flicking the very tip with my tongue while plowing my fingers into her with more force.

“Dominik! Dominik!” She screams my name over and over again while her body unravels in my hands. Her ass comes off the countertop and she bucks up against my mouth, fucking my face, riding my mouth until she finds the very end of her release.

I slow my fingers, ease off on her clit and press one more kiss to her sex before slipping from her. There’s a small puddle beneath her ass on the counter. Her pussy juices and my saliva mixed together.

When I stand to my full height, she’s staring up at me, her eyes wide and her cheeks red.

I pick up her pajama shorts, but she grabs my hand.

“Dominik.” She says my name with hunger.

I look down at her. “Do you want something?” I say, and I hope to hell she does. I won’t push her; this was for her.

“You.” She reaches down between her legs and pulls on my own pants.

“You want what from me?” I ask. I’m going to make her say it. I’m going to make her beg for it, if it’s what she really wants.

“I want you to fuck me.” She doesn’t hesitate. Gone is any hesitation. “Fuck me hard.”

I drop her pajama shorts and grab her legs, yanking her toward me. I have to move up to my toes, but it’s not a problem. With one tug, my pants are down, and my cock is at her entrance. In another moment, I thrust inside her cunt.

“Fuck,” I groan as her cunt wraps tightly around me. She’s hot and slick and so fucking snug.

“Harder,” she begs me. “Please, harder.” She has her hands in her hair, tugging. My girl wants it to hurt.

I can do that.

I hold nothing back. I plow into her with everything I have. The sounds of our bodies slapping against each other fill the room. Her ankles rest on my shoulders, and I slide my hands up her shirt, pinching her nipples.

She moans with the bite. It’s the sweetest fucking sound I’ve ever heard.

“Are you going to come again for me?” I ask, plowing into her so hard my balls bounce off her ass.

“Yes, sir,” she cries out.

“First. Kasia. Tell me. Who owns you? Who owns this body? And you. Who do you belong to?”

No hesitation.

“You, sir! You, Dominik!” She doesn’t take a second longer. I pinch her nipples, twist them to the right and like a firecracker she goes off again. It’s those words that rip the last shred of control I have from my grip and I’m thrown into a whirlwind of pulses and flashes. I thrust once, twice, and then I still as everything inside of me explodes.

Electric shocks ride up my spine, up and down, while my cock unleashes inside her tight pussy.

“Fuck,” I growl over her as the last of my release twitches my body. My muscles soften, and my breath starts to come easier. Her hand is on my chest, lightly stroking me.

As gently as I can, I ease her legs from my shoulders. My cum leaks out between her folds when I pull out of her, adding to the mess we’ve already made. I tug my pants up and reach around the island for a towel hanging off the drawer.

“You’re cleaning me?” she asks in a husky voice.

“I’m wiping the counter. Margaret doesn’t get paid enough to clean this up.” I smack her thigh. “Come on, get up.” I help her from the countertop and hand her her own bottoms. She slides them up her thighs, covering her gorgeous curves.

“Think you can sleep now?”

She yawns. “I suppose so.”

“Such a smart ass.” I finish cleaning off the countertop and toss the dirty towel into the laundry room as we pass it.

“Better than a dumbass, I guess,” she jokes.

She jogs ahead of me, laughing as she makes her way back up the stairs. The sound of her levity, the happiness I’m seeing, it warms me.

I have to be careful. Letting her get too close will make her dangerous. Will make her unsafe.

But for the moment, just this moment, I’m going to enjoy the sweet sound of my wife’s laugh as she leads me up to our bed.