The Mafia Don Dark Obsession

CHAPTER 2

Gerald stood close enough for Lily to feel the heat from his body. His dark eyes locked onto hers.

"Unbutton my trousers," he ordered. His voice stayed low and firm.

Lily reached out with steady hands. She opened the button and pulled the zipper down. The expensive fabric parted easily. She could already see the hard bulge pressing against his boxers. When she looked up at him again, Gerald gave her a heavy stare. That single look told her exactly what to do next. No words were needed.

She pulled his trousers and boxers down just enough. His thick c**k sprang free. It was long, heavy, and already rock hard. The sight made her mouth water even as nerves twisted in her stomach. She wrapped her fingers around the warm shaft and stroked him slowly from base to tip. Gerald let out a deep groan. His hips pushed forward into her grip.

"Use your mouth," he said. "Show me how grateful you are for this opportunity."

Lily leaned in. She licked the head first, tasting the salty drop at the tip. Then she opened her lips and took him inside. She sucked gently at the beginning, her tongue swirling around him. Gerald's hand slid into her dark hair. He did not push hard yet, but his fingers tightened. His breath grew rough.

"f**k, that feels good," he muttered. "Deeper, Lily."

She tried to take more of him. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder. Wet sounds filled the quiet penthouse. Gerald's c**k throbbed against her tongue. He watched her the whole time with burning eyes. The powerful mafia king looked almost lost in pleasure, yet he stayed completely in control. This woman was his now. Bought and paid for. The thought sent fresh heat through his veins. He wanted to ruin her completely.

Lily felt herself growing wetter between her thighs. Her body reacted even though her mind still raced. She moved her head faster, stroking the part she could not fit in her mouth. Gerald's groans became louder. His grip in her hair turned almost painful.

"Enough," he growled suddenly.

He pulled her off his c**k with a wet pop. Before she could catch her breath, Gerald flipped her around. He pushed her down onto the wide leather couch. Lily landed on her hands and knees. Her ass lifted high in the air. She felt exposed and completely at his mercy.

Gerald kicked off his trousers and positioned himself behind her. He rubbed the thick head of his c**k along her soaked folds. "So wet already," he said with dark satisfaction. "Your body knows who it belongs to."

He gripped her hips hard and thrust forward in one powerful stroke. Lily cried as he stretched her open. He was big, and the sudden fullness burned in the best way. Gerald did not give her time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed into her again, setting a brutal rhythm right away.

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the penthouse. He f****d her hard and fast from behind. Each deep thrust pushed her forward on the couch. Lily's fingers dug into the cushions. Moans spilled from her lips nonstop.

"Take it," Gerald growled. His voice was thick with lust. "This is what you signed up for. My perfect little whore."

He pounded into her without mercy. One hand reached around to rub her swollen c**t. The extra pleasure made Lily shake. She was dripping down her thighs now. Gerald felt her walls tighten around him and groaned loudly. He had never wanted a woman this badly after just one look. She was tight, hot, and completely his. The possessiveness that filled his chest surprised even him.

Lily pushed back against his thrusts. Her body chased the building pleasure even as her mind spun. Every hard stroke sent sparks through her. She felt full, used, and strangely alive.

Gerald leaned over her back. His muscular chest pressed against her as he drove deeper. "Come for me," he demanded against her ear. "I want to feel you squeeze my cock."

His words and the relentless pace pushed her over the edge. Lily came hard with a loud cry. Her p***y clenched around him again and again. Gerald cursed under his breath. The tight pulses drove him wild. He f****d her through her orgasm, chasing his own release.

With a final deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came. Thick ropes of c*m spilled inside her. He stayed there for a few seconds, breathing heavily. Then he pulled out slowly.

Lily stayed on her hands and knees, trembling. Gerald stood up, his c**k still semi-hard and glistening. He dressed quickly. Shirt tucked in, trousers fixed, jacket back on. He looked perfectly put together again in under a minute. The king was back in control.

He glanced down at her one last time. c*m leaked from her p***y and dripped onto her thighs. Some had landed on her back and ass during the final moments. She looked thoroughly used.

Without another word, Gerald walked to the elevator. The doors closed behind him. He was gone.

Lily collapsed onto the couch. She remained completely naked. Sticky c*m covered parts of her body. The cool air made her shiver. She felt dirty. Used. The taste of him still lingered in her mouth, and her p***y ached from the rough treatment.

She stared at the glittering city lights through the huge windows. How would she survive the next three years of this? Gerald Maldovo was not just a client. He was a dangerous man who now owned her completely. The money sounded good on paper, but lying here marked by his c*m, she wondered if she had made the biggest mistake of her life.