MY MAFIA BOYFRIEND

Julian didn’t put her down until they reached the master suite at the end of the long hallway. The heavy double doors swung shut behind them with a soft, final click. The room was all dark wood, black silk sheets, and the faint scent of his cologne mixed with gun oil. He set Isabella on her feet only long enough to yank the zipper of her red dress down in one savage pull. The fabric pooled at her ankles. She stood in nothing but a black lace thong and the diamond necklace he’d put on her earlier that night. “f**k,” he growled, eyes raking over her. “Look at you. Walking into my world half-naked and still thinking you can act like you’re not already owned.” Isabella’s breath hitched. “I never said I wasn’t.” That was all the permission he needed. Julian spun her around, bent her over the edge of the massive bed, and ripped the thong clean off. The sound of tearing lace made her whimper. He dropped to his knees behind her, spread her cheeks with both hands, and dragged his tongue from her c**t all the way up to her tight little hole in one long, filthy stroke. “Julian—oh god—” He didn’t stop. He ate her like a man who’d been starving, tongue diving deep into her p***y, licking and sucking at her ass until she was shaking and dripping down his chin. Two thick fingers pushed inside her cunt without warning, curling hard against her G spot that made her cry out. “So f*****g wet for me already,” he muttered against her. “Dripping down my hand like the good little girl she is” He stood up, the sound of his belt buckle loud in the quiet room. Pants shoved down just enough. The thick, heavy head of his c**k dragged through her soaked folds, then pressed against her entrance. “Tell me you want it.” “I want it,” she gasped. “Please—” He slammed into her c**t in one brutal thrust. She screamed into the sheets. He was so thick it burned, stretching her open until she felt she could split in two. Julian didn’t give her time to adjust. He grabbed a fistful of her long dark hair, yanked her head back, and started f*****g her hard—deep, punishing strokes that made the heavy bed frame slam against the wall. “This p***y is mine, you are mine” he snarled against her ear. “Every time you walk into a room, every man who looks at you is looking at something that belongs to me. Say it.” “Yours—f**k, Julian, it’s yours— i’m yours—” He pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her back, and shoved her legs up over his shoulders. His c**k slammed back in even deeper this way. One hand wrapped around her throat, not tight enough to cut air, just enough to make her feel owned. The other hand slid between them, thumb circling her c**t in rough, perfect circles. “c*m on my c**k,” he growled, “Right now, f**k—” The orgasm ripped through her so hard her vision went white. Her cunt clamped down on him in violent pulses, soaking his balls and the sheets beneath them. Julian groaned like he’d been shot, hips stuttering as he kept f*****g her through it, chasing his own release. He pulled out at the last second, stroking himself before releasing a thick warm c*m across her stomach, her t**s, and the diamond necklace still resting against her skin. Some of it landed on her lower lip. She licked it off without being told. Julian stared down at her, chest heaving, dark eyes almost black. “On your knees.” She slid off the bed and knelt. He guided his still-hard c**k between her lips. She took him deep, tasting herself mixed with him, sucking greedily while he f****d her mouth with the same possessive rhythm he’d just used on her cunt. When he finally pulled free, a string of spit connected her lips to the head of his c**k. He lifted her back onto the bed, crawled over her, and kissed her slow and deep—claiming, almost tender after all the roughness. “My baby boy,” she whispered against his mouth, smiling. Julian’s hand slid between her legs again, two fingers pushing back into her sensitive, used p***y. “I am no baby,” he corrected, voice low and dark. “I am a man. And by morning I would have marked you with my c*m, you will feel it for days.” He kissed her again as his fingers started moving, already hard once more and ready to take her a second time. Outside the tall windows the estate lights glittered, but inside the bedroom that belonged to one of the most dangerous men alive, Isabella was exactly where she wanted to be— Spread open, marked, and completely his.