The Mafia Boss's Alpha Addiction

Chapter 3

CHARLOTTE

Every touch of the man above me felt like high-voltage electricity rushing through my whole body. My back arched and my muscles tensed. My knees trembled every time his hands held me gently but possessively.

My whole body was shocked every time his sweet kisses trailed the crook of my neck. My toes curled, and a soft, helpless sound escaped my lips. My vision blurred for a second as a wave of heat rushed through me, so strong I almost could not breathe.

"Mr. Black," I gasped while clinging to him. "What are you doing to me?"

He held my thigh tighter, his face buried between my thighs. His breath was as ragged as mine, but I knew he was not going to stop ravishing me until he was completely satisfied.

"Shhh, kitten. I got you," he whispered. "That is just the bond. It is okay."

I felt weak, and my whole body trembled. But before I could even catch my breath, the strange man with me in the VIP room crawled on top of me and hovered over me.

"As expected, you taste delicious, kitten," I heard him whisper above me.

My cheeks were on fire. My heart was still racing from what he made me feel, and his words made it pound even harder. It's embarrassing, so I tried to look away, but he gently cupped my face and forced my eyes back to his.

“I want more, kitten.” His eyes were dark and hungry, but he was holding himself back.

He buried his face in my neck, then pressed the lower part of his body against me, forcing himself into me. I gasped as the hard head of his shaft collided with the entrance of my passage.

He’s huge! Extremely big and hard! And since I’ve never been with a man, I’ll surely break, perhaps even split in two the moment he enters and pushes deeper into my core.

“I know it’s painful, but please bear with it just this once, kitten,” he whispered to me.

He stroked my shoulder, moving down along my arm, then whispered once more, close to the base of my ear.

“You can bite me if it’s too painful for you.” Suddenly, his hips moved, and in a flash, he thrust his long, hard shaft deep inside me.

“Ouch! Stop!”

I let out a cry as an intense, searing pain shot through my body. It felt as though I were being torn apart.

“It's too painful, Mr. Black!”

“I burst into tears when he thrust forward again, burying his length even deeper inside me.

“I know it hurts you, kitten, but it's just once. Let's finish this.” He pulled my arms up above my head and firmly interlaced his fingers with mine.

“Wrap your leg around my waist, kitten,” he whispered sensually.

His tongue traced along my neck, perfectly synchronized with the rhythmic movement of his hips. Every thrust was agonizing. It felt as if the muscles inside me were tearing, but at the same time, I could feel something building in my stomach every time he plunged his hardness into me, which only made the moans escaping my lips grow louder.

“Hmm, so tight,” he groaned, his voice strained. “Hot and delicious, my Luna.”

My Luna?

What the fvck is wrong with this man?

He already knows my name, yet a different name escaped his lips while he was on top of me. I felt a surge of intense irritation. I was with him, yet he was thinking of another woman.

“Back off, Mr. Black!” I shouted.

“What’s wrong, kitten? Not enjoying my performance, hmmm?” he teased playfully.

The rhythmic thrusting of his hips intensified, his shaft driving deeper and deeper into my core. What was painful just moments ago had transformed into a pleasurable, tingling sensation.

My moans now echoed throughout the VIP room, together with the sound made by our entwined bodies every time he pounded me harder.

Any lingering annoyance vanished the moment he called me "Luna" because I was caught up in the intense pleasure of his rapid, forceful thrusts and his tight, enveloping embrace.

All I wanted was to savor the exquisite sensation he was bestowing upon me as he pounded me hard, deep, and fast.

I was gasping for air. “Yes, harder please, Mr Black."

Despite the chill in the VIP room, my body burned with heat, and I was drenched in sweat. He's an amazing but strange man, someone I probably shouldn't have agreed to a one-night stand with—yet an overwhelming, magnetic energy kept me anchored, held fast within the grip of his rock-hard arms.

“Kitten, you are mine forever,” he sweetly murmured possessively.

I could feel my lower abdomen tightening, accompanied by a pleasurable sensation and a tingling thrill. I was drowning in this exquisite feeling as our naked bodies remained joined, with his c**k buried deep inside my wet, slippery core.

“Ahhh, yes, kitten. Squeeze him tighter!” he groaned with intense pleasure while holding me in a tight embrace.

His thrusts grew even faster. Each plunge was more intense, more forceful, and deeper. Beneath him, I could do nothing but moan and surrender to the blissful sensation of our bodies fused together.

“Mine!” he murmured.

“Mr. Black!”

“c*m for me, kitten.”

A loud cry escaped my throat as his teeth sank into my neck and bit down hard. It was painful, yet the intense pleasure overwhelmed everything else as I reached my peak. I could feel hot fluid erupting from between my thighs, accompanied by a momentary darkening of my vision and the trembling of my body.

“Mine,” Mr. Black whispered, his voice dropping to a deep, resonant tone.

“You are mine, Charlotte.”

I could not tell if it was just because I was at the height of what I felt, but his voice sounded different. I do not know if I heard it correctly, but all I can recall is that the voice I heard did not sound like his at all. It was fuller, deeper, and carried an air of intense possessiveness.

I could not tell if it was just the heat rushing through my body, but his voice suddenly sounded different. I am not sure if I heard it correctly. All I know is that it did not sound like him anymore. It was fuller, deeper, and so possessive that it made me shiver.

I was gasping for air, struggling to catch my breath, yet Mr. Black didn’t move from on top of me. He pulled me into a tighter embrace and slowly traced his tongue over the spot on my neck where he had bitten me earlier.

It felt wonderful and extraordinary, as if a sudden connection had formed between us. I felt conflicted, though, knowing this was meant to be nothing more than a one-night stand and once I stepped out of this VIP room, we likely wouldn’t ever see each other again.