Claimed by the Mafia Boss

Chapter 6: The Devil Doesn’t Stop at Once

Her moans still echoed in the room, a sweet symphony of surrender.

But Dominic Moretti wasn’t satisfied.

Not even close.

Elena lay beneath him, flushed, trembling, her thighs slick and parted, lips swollen from his kisses. She’d just come undone around him, her body wrung out from her first climax, her first time—and she still looked like sin incarnate.

But the man above her? He looked feral.

“Don’t think this is over,” Dominic growled, voice raw from restraint. “You gave me everything—and now I’m going to ruin you with it.”

Her body jolted as he slid out of her slowly, then thrust back in, deeper this time. A broken moan spilled from her throat, too sensitive, too full—but her body arched anyway.

“I can’t—” she whimpered.

“Oh, you can. You will.” His mouth grazed her jaw. “You’ll take every f*****g drop I give you.”

He rolled his hips hard, slow—so she felt every inch. His c**k dragged against the sensitive walls of her p***y, still slick and overstimulated from the last round. Her body clenched, fluttering helplessly around him.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned. “Even after I’ve filled you once.”

Elena clawed at the sheets, mewling. Her body wasn’t used to this—anything—but Dominic didn’t give her time to think, didn’t give her space to breathe. He kept her in that perfect place between pleasure and overstimulation, driving her toward another orgasm like it was his right.

“You think just because you came once that I’d be gentle?” he snarled, voice low and filthy in her ear. “No, baby. I’m not gentle. I’m greedy.”

He pulled out of her suddenly, flipping her over onto her stomach. Her ass arched up, presenting for him like instinct. She gasped, writhing as he slid the head of his c**k along her folds again.

Then he slammed into her.

This time, there was no softness.

He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, pounding into her from behind, his balls slapping her soaked core with every punishing thrust. Her body jolted with every movement, moaning into the sheets, hair tangled and wild.

“You’re going to take everything I give you,” he growled. “Even if I have to f**k it into your throat next.”

Her only answer was a broken moan.

He reached around and rubbed her c**t, circling it fast and hard while he kept f*****g her deeper, harder. The stimulation tipped her over too fast—her body clenched again, walls spasming around his c**k as she cried out into the mattress.

“That’s it,” he hissed. “Come on my c**k like a good girl.”

She was shaking, barely able to stay up on her knees when he finally grunted and pulled out, only to flip her again—this time dragging her body to the edge of the bed.

Her legs hung limp off the mattress. She looked up at him with dazed, glassy eyes. Innocent. Ruined.

And still, he wasn’t done.

“Open your mouth,” he said.

She obeyed.

He slid two fingers in first, letting her suck. Then he replaced them with the head of his c**k, tapping it on her tongue before sliding in.

“Good girl,” he muttered, watching her cheeks hollow around him. “Look at you. So f*****g obedient now.”

She gagged slightly, but he didn’t push too deep—just enough to taste her throat, to show her she was his to use. When he pulled out, he was rock-hard again, slick from her lips.

Dominic climbed onto the bed and pulled her into his lap, straddling him. She whimpered as he lined her up and lowered her down.

“Ride me,” he whispered against her ear. “I want to see how that sweet little body moves when you’re the one in control.”

“I—I don’t know how—”

“I’ll teach you.”

He held her hips and guided her, helping her sink onto him. Her thighs trembled from the stretch, but she cried out as he filled her again. He gripped her ass, bouncing her slowly, watching her mouth fall open as she lost herself in the rhythm.

“You’re doing so good,” he praised. “Taking me so deep.”

She moaned, the movement sending tremors through her overstimulated c**t. Her third orgasm built up too fast—surprising even her as her body shook in his arms.

She came again, falling limp against him.

And this time—he followed. Dominic groaned, gripping her tight, pulling her down fully as he spilled inside her once more, his c**k throbbing deep inside her, filling her again.

They collapsed together—sweaty, tangled, breathless.

But his voice was still dangerous in her ear.

“You thought one night with me would be enough?” he murmured. “I’m not finished with you, Elena.”