His Vixen Mafia Princess

Chapter Five-He Claims Her Again

Do I still love him? Of course I do. Didn't I just tell him that? "Angel, I never stopped loving you. You've always been the one my heart wanted even after everything you put me through." I'm not in the mood for anymore talking so I grab his face once more, praying that he doesn't pull away this time and kiss him passionately. It's probably just all the liquor. Atleast that is what I'm going to blame it on in the morning. He kisses me back hard and lays me on the bed that I haven't even realized we'd made our way to. I feel him tug gently at my sweats and within seconds they're on the floor somewhere behind him. Are we in my room? He breaks our kiss to trail down my neck and jawline. I'm panting and out of breath.

Then with a speed that is almost super human he has me completely undressed and flipped on to all fours. He reaches up and grabs a fistful of my hair in his strong hands and gives it a gentle but firm tug, causing me to lean my head back towards him. "You slapped me earlier Vixen. Tsk tsk. What should I do with you?" he growls in to my ear, his hot breath making me completely wet. I had slapped him, I was bold and drunk. Mostly just drunk honestly. Nevertheless, I still am so I confidently answer, "You should spank me and then f*ck me hard so I remember to not ever do that again." He chuckles darkly at my response and I feel his palm gently caress my as* cheek before I pulls back and smacks it hard. I yelp and reflexively move away from the source of pain.

"Ahh, Vixen where are you going? Didn't you just tell me to spank you and f*ck you hard? Don't run now, you're about to get your wish," he breathes out. I can tell he's struggling to keep his composure, his hands leave my hair briefly and I can faintly tell he's pulling off his own clothes and scattering them around the room. Before I know it he has his hand at the nape of my neck and is shoving my face gently in to the pillows in front of me. I arch my back, giving him easier access and purr when I feel his other hand reach between my legs. I'm soaked at this point and he approves. I sneak a glance back when I feel his fingers leave the tender spot and he brings his wet fingers to his lips and gently sucks. Then his eyes darken and with one quick and almost painful thrust he shoves his hardness directly into my welcoming entrance. I cry out for a second, readjusting my body to his size and then moan in pleasure when he gently begins to use one hand to circle my cl*t.

Within seconds I reach my climax and I can feel him getting close. That's odd, he used to be able to go all night long. Maybe it's been awhile. Maybe his fiancee just doesn't put out enough for him or something. I immediately sober up a little with that thought, his fiancee. I am sitting here letting this engaged man screw me like some cheap as* wh*re. I feel him tighten his grip around me and with one final, deep thrust he's finished. I lie still and wait for him to make the first move. The bed dips as he moves away from me and I hear him exit the room. I still don't make a move. Surely he's not just going to walk out and leave me here like this. Oh well, it's probably for the best anyways.

With that thought, I fall into the comfortable bed and begin to drift off to sleep. The alcohol finally consuming me. I'm not asleep long though before I feel strong arms gently roll me over and lift me up bridal style. I keep my eyes shut tightly as he walks forward with me clutched tightly to his chest. I breathe in his deep scent and relax against him. He sets me down in the warm bath tub and I let my head roll back against the edge. This must have been what he was leaving the room to do, draw me a bath. He always did before, he would clean me up and give me one of his shirts to wear to bed. Too exhausted and hung over to fight him, I just lie still as he cleans me up and caresses me. He handles me like a porcelain doll, so delicately. Exhaustion finally takes over and I doze off in the bath tub with him still lathering me up.

I halfway can tell when he removes me from the tub and dries me off, placing clothes on me and then carrying me once again to the bed. Startled, I pray he is putting me in my own bed. The maids and butlers would surely gossip if they came in and saw me in his bed in the morning. Before I can tell him to take me to my room I'm laid down in a warm and comfortable bed. No longer caring whose bed it actually is, I drift back into unconciousness.