Claimed

15. His Big Cock

Chapter fifteen

His Big Cock

A dark chuckle left him.

“I’m serious, Gianni.”

“It will fit, Princess,” This lusty edge lathered his words. “Daddy, will make sure of it.”

His voice sent swells of erotic pleasure rippling through my body despite my fear and hesitation.

The knot of anxiety in my belly tightened because holy shit, that cock of his was monstrous.

This long thick vein pulsed along the length.

The tip was round and swollen like it ached for me.

Then, this white liquid dripped out of it.

I blinked. “What is happening?”

He looked down at his cock—that monstrous thing pulsing and dripping even more white liquid from the swollen tip.

And his laugh was dark and low, the kind of sound that sent chills down my spine and heated my core all at the same time.

His gaze flicked back to mine. “That, my twisted little princess is what happens when a man wants a woman so damn bad that he can’t even control his body.”

Gianni growled. “That’s pre-cum.”

“Pre-cum,” I whispered.

“It’s my cock’s way of telling you how much I want you. It doesn’t happen all the time, but it’s what comes out when I’m this fucking hard. It means that I can’t wait to be inside you.”

My mouth suddenly went dry.

The idea of my body having this kind of effect on him made me less scared of the size and more heated to have him in me.

Gianni’s voice dropped lower. “Touch it, Princess.”

I looked up at him.

“Get some of that liquid on your finger.”

I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest, but the look in his eyes left no room for refusal.

“Do it, Princess.”

Slowly, I reached out, my hand shaking as I brought my fingers closer to the tip of his cock. The warmth of him radiated against my palm before I even made contact, and when my finger finally brushed against the slick, sticky liquid, I shivered at the intensity of it all.

Oh my. . .

“Good Princess,” Gianni’s voice was a dark caress. “Now, taste it.”

“Taste it?”

“Yes.”

My breath hitched, but I did as he commanded, bringing my finger to my lips.

What would it taste like?

I hesitated for a split second before licking the sticky drops of liquid off my fingertip.

Okay.

The taste was surprisingly salty, with a slight bitterness that lingered on my tongue, but it wasn’t unpleasant. It was uniquely him, a taste that felt as dangerous, deadly, and intoxicating as the man himself.

Groaning, Gianni watched me intently.

I licked my finger clean.

“How does it taste, Princess?”

I swallowed hard. “It tastes like you. . .like power.”

A dark, pleased smile spread across his lips. “That’s right. It’s the taste of power, but your power over me.”

He touched my chin, trailed his hand down my throat, and slipped his fingers to my breasts, where he brushed his thumb over my nipple.

I quivered in erotic delight.

He pinched it hard.

“Oh.”

Then, he let it go and rubbed away the tiny pleasureful pain that had come. “And when I’m inside you, when I finally fuck you the way you were meant to be fucked, you’re going to crave that taste every time you think of me.”

And dear God, I knew he was right.

I knew it deep in my soul.

My whole body shook with the truth of his statement.

Gianni leaned over me, his powerful frame shadowing my body. His eyes were now dark emeralds in the moonlight, shimmered with deranged lust.

He removed his hand from my nipple, rose, and then to my surprise. . .he wrapped his huge hand around his cock.

I widened my eyes.

There, he slowly began to stroke himself.

I bit my bottom lip.

The sight of his strong hand wrapped around his own fat length nearly causing my heart to stop.

He groaned.

The way he moved his hand was mesmerizing; slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed until he was nearly growling in pleasure.

He let go. “Now you touch it.”

I parted my lips and reached out my hand.

“Go ahead.” He groaned. “Touch Daddy’s cock.”

I did, and it was so damn satisfying.

His cock felt hot and heavy against my palm.

“Grip it hard.”

I did as he said and then whispered, “Like that, Daddy?”

All that left him was a strangled growl.

And although he hadn’t ordered me to stroke him, I did it anyway, wondering how it would feel.

He widened his eyes as I began sliding my hand up and down his hard, thick length just like he had.

Those green eyes damn near darkened to black as he gazed down to where I was stroking his cock. “Oh, Princess.”

His lids lowered, drooping over his eyes.

Right as I was about to speed up my movements, he stopped my hand and spoke through clenched teeth, “No, Princess. I’m already about to lose it.”

He gently took my hand away and to my shock he lowered onto me, but not putting his face to my breasts or even my stomach but right to my pussy.

Oh shit!

His face was now right between my thighs, his eyes locked onto mine with a feral intensity that sent shudders coursing through my body.

His lips were just inches away from my clit.

“Mmmm. Hello.” His hot breath washed over me in a tantalizing wave as he steadied himself with one hand on my hip.

I could see the stark desire in his eyes—the raw hunger that made his emerald irises glow in the dim light. He breathed in deeply, taking in my scent. “Your pussy smells so good, Princess. So sweet. So ready.”

My heart pounded like hell and then he did the unthinkable; he dipped his head closer to my wet warmth.

“Oh yes. This pussy is definitely all mine.” His nose brushed against my folds

Sensual tremors rocked through me.

I whimpered, “Gianni. . .”

“Not Gianni, Princess. In here, who am I?”

“Daddy.”

“Yes. And what does my princess want?”

“Lick it, Daddy.”

“Anything for my princess.” He slowly parted my folds with one finger before dipping it inside me. “Daddy's going to take real good care of you tonight, isn’t he?”

“Oh.” I let out a sharp gasp at the delicious intrusion, my back arching off the bed as I gripped his hair.

“Only Daddy gets to touch you like this. No one else will ever have you.”

And then he lowered his mouth to me.

Holy fuck!

The first brush of his tongue against my sensitive clit had me crying out in pure enjoyment.

He took his time exploring me, licking and lapping.

And all I could do was close my eyes and take it.

If someone had told me early this morning that a murderous mad man would be perfectly licking my pussy that night, I would have told them that they were absolutely crazy.

His tongue glided.

It swirled.

It teased.

It delivered me to the brink of madness.

His hot, moist mouth continued to assault my sensitive flesh, causing stars to burst behind my closed eyelids.

I gasped and moaned.

I twisted and writhed beneath him.

“Oh, Daddy!”

He chuckled darkly against my pussy, making it vibrate.

I shuddered.

With one last teasing lick, he plunged two fingers into me.

My world exploded around me.

Never had there been anybody else’s fingers inside my pussy. It had only been mine, exploring and self-pleasuring.

But his fat, thick fingers.

Those murderous digits covered in our enemies’ blood.

Well. . .that was much different.

I quaked with insatiable lust, and he licked my pussy and fucked me hard with his two fingers, opening up my tight pussy more than it had ever been opened before.

He groaned and I wasn’t sure if it was due to the taste of my pussy or the tightness of the grip hugging his fingers.

Shaking with pleasure, I clutched the sheets beneath me as more tremors of ecstasy poured over my body.

My whole reality spun.

His fingers, his tongue, every sensation was a salacious explosion of my senses.

I lost myself in the ecstasy of him.

“Daddy!” I moaned, tugging at his hair as his mouth and fingers wreaked havoc on my body.

He growled against me in response, delivering more vibrations to my clit.

My legs quivered uncontrollably.

I doubted that I would be able to walk tomorrow.

“Oh!” I gasped, completely overtaken by the climax that was slowly building within me.

He lifted his mouth from my pussy but kept finger fucking me with those two thick digits. “Don't hold back, Princess.”

“Oh!”

“I want to taste you when you come undone.”

The command sent an erotic jolt down to the very core of my being. It was a challenge I was more than ready to take head-on.

He returned that mouth to my clit.

Breathless, I moaned some more. “Oh! Oh!”

“Let go, Princess.” He lapped at my clit hard. “Cum for Daddy.”

“Oh!”

He sucked on my clit and slowly slipped those fingers in and out.

And with that, I shuddered under him. “Ohhhh!”

My body convulsed and then combusted, splitting my entire body into a million pieces of pure, raw bliss.

I came so hard, so perfectly that I was left gasping and utterly undone.

All the while he continued drinking from me, riding out my orgasm until there was nothing left for him to taste.

When I had given him all of me, I opened my eyes and looked down at him.

His eyes were still dark and full of lust.

In fact, they were drowning in it.

“Very good, Princess.” He withdrew his fingers from my pussy and brought them up to his mouth.

I bit my lip.

Watching me the whole time, he sucked those two fingers clean.

I swallowed hard.

Then, he licked his lips. “Did you enjoy that, Princess?”

“Y-yes.” I breathed.

“You’re very tight.”

“Like I said before. . .I’m still a virgin.”

“And I tried to make sure of it throughout the years.”

I blinked. “Years?”

“But, it is good to know that all my efforts truly prevailed.”

“How many years?”

Gianni’s eyes shifted to unreadable, and his expression went from something close to satisfaction to a guarded, distant look.

I was still having aftershocks, my body weak from the intensity of what he’d just done to me, but there was a flicker of confusion and worry that began to grow as I watched him.

Because. . .instead of continuing where we had left off, Gianni suddenly got off the bed, his movements swift.

What’s happening?

His breathing was still heavy from the intensity of our moment.

And, the lusty predator that I had been facing moments ago seemed to recede into the shadows, replaced by a man weighed down by unseen burdens.

Next, he reached down, picked up his pants from the floor, and began putting them on with a sense of urgency that made my heart race for an entirely different reason.

No. This can’t be happening.

I sat up in bed. “What are you doing?”

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he snapped the button of his pants shut with a force that was almost angry. His jaw tightened, and an expression I had never seen before darkened his features—an expression of anger, yes, but also something else.

Regret?

Fear?

Madness?

His jaw clenched, as if fighting an internal war.

For a moment, I saw the weight of whatever he was hiding, and it scared me more than his darkness ever could.

When he zipped up his pants, his voice was cold and clipped. “I can’t be here tonight. I will see you in the morning.”

“What?” I blinked, trying to comprehend his sudden change in behavior. “Do you have more. . .business?”

His eyes flashed with something dangerous as he stepped back from the bed, almost as if he were retreating from, me .

And then his gaze held mine for a moment longer before he ran his fingers through his hair, exhaling sharply as if trying to regain control over whatever had him so rattled.

“Gianni?”

“We will talk later .”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that I will see you in the morning.”

“It is our wedding night.”

“That can’t be helped.”

My heart sank. “You’re the one that married me, against my will and. . .I was on the fucking stage. . .I was the fucking Vampire Queen and then was dragged here. . .and now I have accepted this marriage. . .so get back in bed and be my husband and fuck me.”

“Trust me when I say this,” He seared me with his gaze, “I am being a very good husband by leaving.”

“What does that mean?”

He spoke through clenched teeth, “I’ll explain later.”

“Explain now.”

“I don’t have time.”

“Why are you about to explode or something?” Anger rose in me. “Do you have a mistress. . .like all the other mob bosses in this fucking city? Is that what I’ve married into? Does she have a fucking line on her palm too to say that she is bound to you?”

“Don’t do that, Princess. There is no other woman.”

“Don’t leave, and I will know that it is true.”

“Since the moment I realized that I was in love with you, I stopped seeing other women. I couldn’t even stomach one long enough to have her in my bed.” He pointed at me and sneered. “Never question my loyalty to you.”

“Then get back in bed.”

He fitted his mouth into a thin angry line.

My heart sank. “Where are you going?”

He remained silent.

“No secrets, Gianni. No lies. That is one of our rules.”

“This is one secret we’ll have to keep for just one night,” he replied, and then he gazed at my body with wild hunger. “Or maybe two nights.”

“Two? What?” My mind raced, trying to piece together what he meant, but before I could ask anything more, he turned around and was out the door leaving nothing but a chilling silence in his wake.

What the fuck just happened?

I got out of bed.

No. It’s not going down like this.

Fast, I started looking for something to put on.