Claimed by the Mafia Boss

Chapter 13: The Final Round

She barely had time to breathe before Dominic was on her again. There was no warning, no soft kisses—just heat, hunger, and a possessive growl as he flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her hips up.

“You think I’m done?” he rasped, voice thick with lust as his hands gripped her waist like a man starved. “Not when you’re still trembling for me.”

She whimpered as he spread her knees apart, body aching and sensitive from everything he’d already done. Her fingers clutched the sheets, her breath hitching when she felt the blunt head of his c**k press against her again.

“Dominic, I—”

“No,” he growled, thrusting in without hesitation. “No words. Just take it.”

She cried out, body arching as he drove into her, rough and unrelenting. The stretch made her gasp, her thighs shaking as he started to move—slow at first, teasing, dragging out the torture until her nails scraped the mattress.

“Look at you,” he breathed, dragging his palm over the curve of her ass. “So f*****g perfect. All mine.”

He pulled out nearly all the way and slammed back in hard, her body jolting forward from the force.

“I should keep you like this,” he murmured, leaning over her, voice dark and low against her ear. “On your knees, begging, dripping for me.”

She moaned, lost in the rhythm of his hips. Every thrust was brutal, possessive—like he was trying to bury himself so deep inside her, she’d never forget the way he felt. The way he owned her.

His fingers slid down, brushing her c**t in tight circles. She gasped, trying to move, but he pressed her down into the mattress.

“Don’t move,” he ordered. “You come when I say.”

She bit her lip, fighting the overwhelming waves of pleasure. Her body was on fire, skin slick with sweat, muscles clenching tight.

Then he stopped.

She whined in protest, trembling, but he only chuckled darkly, pulling her up so her back was to his chest.

“You want to come?” he whispered, one hand wrapped around her throat now, tilting her head back to kiss her jaw. “You earn it.”

He started moving again—deep, slow thrusts that had her whimpering, nails digging into his thighs behind her. His other hand stayed on her c**t, relentless and perfect.

“Tell me who owns you,” he demanded, voice sharp.

“You—” she gasped.

“Who makes you scream?”

“You do—f**k—please, please—”

“Then scream for me,” he growled.

She came with a cry, her whole body convulsing, thighs shaking, head thrown back as pleasure ripped through her like lightning. And he didn’t stop. He held her in place, thrusting through her orgasm, using her until he was ready to fall with her.

His climax hit with a rough groan, teeth sinking into her shoulder as he filled her one more time. They collapsed together in a tangled, gasping heap, slick and trembling, hearts racing.

Dominic didn’t move. He wrapped his arms around her, kissed her shoulder, her spine, every inch of her marked by his mouth.

“I’m never letting you go,” he whispered.

She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. All she could do was hold onto him, her body still shaking from everything he’d given her.

Everything he’d taken.

And he wasn’t done with her. Not yet.