Chasing The Mafia Boss
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Introduction
“I want to own you, to possess you, body and soul.”
He traced her tummy that bulge with his forefinger where his 10-inch shaft deeply buried, perfectly fitted inside her. "I'm finally inside you..." Mort flashes a satisfying smile when he felt her come in his first thrust, a mushy, hot, milky white liquid running down between her legs enwrapped his big and thick shaft.
"Put your legs on my shoulder, baby,"
Sumire's nail buried on his flesh, scratching his back. An orb of tears roll down on her right cheek, Mort then leaned, lick her tears off, and kissed her lips, exploring and fighting with her tongue inside again.
“hushh--ughh! Fuck! You're so tight! That’s it, that’s it, Lyubov Moya,” he groaned and began to pound her in a gentle rhythm, his hard sex reaching her weak spot that made Sumire cry in pleasure. “And you mustn’t resist your Man, hmmmm?”
Sumire was twisting from one side to the other, her hands tying the soft sheets at her sides into knots, and her whole body grew pink, the nipples of her breasts appeared as hard as if they were tiny stones.
"You’re not going to be able to move after I’m finished with you tonight."
Sumire Massoullevè, is one of the highest-paid actresses and entitled the top 1 most beautiful woman in the world. The sole daughter of one of the richest business tycoons couple in the country, Sumire has been known for being stubborn and persistent since she was a little girl, she was glamorous yet dark. Born spoiled, Sumire gets everything that she wanted. Being an actress is one of her dreams but dejected by her parents, she still pursues it.
Despite having everything she wants, Sumire felt completely unsatisfied. There are two things she greatly desired: One, to meet her favorite mysterious artist in the world of Arts who hides under the pseudonym of “Death”, known for painting high class abstract and tenebrism crime scene arts, an art she admires the most and had a hot night-stand with him. The second was to make the infamous Asexual Ruffian Boss, Mort Dmitriv Aslanov, fall for her. In her unswerving pursuit of the man, Sumire was lost and discovered the gritty world of mafias, crimes, and murders, the swarm of mobs and gangs. Is falling to the Heartless Mafia Boss worth regardless of the difference of their world that may lead her to her demise?
Will love and lust collide?
Chapter 1
“You’re mine, Sumire,” he said softly to her ears as he rubs his pointed nose to her rosy cheek down to her delectable neck.
Mort pulled her into his secret lair, a dark room full of tenebrism art of crimes and murders, blades, weapons, guns, and bullets. He lays her into the bed of roses as he undresses her ruthlessly, tore her undergarment, and places himself on top of her.
“Mine alone, now and forever. Mine, whether you will it or no,” he added possessively and kissing her hungrily, his lips mashed against her, biting and sucking her lower lip down to her neck. His eyes glowed in green, hovered, under the dim red light while licking his prey like a hungry panther.
Mort's kisses went to her navel all the way down to her wet tiny hole between her tighs. A wave of warm shivers spread inside her while he licks and sucks her juices, filling his hunger for her.
"You taste heaven yet hell baby, you're killing me..."
"Mm--oorrtt...stop--ughhmm!"
Sumire's hot breathing became ragged. She moaned and groaned while his hands were busy kneading her bust. Mort rips off his black shirt that hugs his broad and masculine chest, he completely undresses himself and gets naked in front of her.
He took out his hard, eager sex, and teased her innocent with it. Mort let it rest against her thigh as he continued to do her and work her.
“No one is going to take you away from me even that bastard brother of mine, moya lyubov,” he whispered in a deep, rough, and husky voice.
Mort then pressed himself into her wet depths. Sumire pulled against his grip and sucked in her breath with a faint “ah” as he pressed even deeper.
“I want to own you, to possess you, body and soul.”
He traced her tummy that bulge with his forefinger where his 10-inch shaft deeply buried, perfectly fitted inside her. "I'm finally inside you..." Mort flashes a satisfying smile when he felt her come in his first thrust, a mushy, hot, milky white liquid running down between her legs enwrapped his big and thick shaft.
"Put your legs on my shoulder, baby,"
Sumire's nail buried on his flesh, scratching his back. An orb of tears roll down on her right cheek, Mort then leaned, lick her tears off, and kissed her lips, exploring and fighting with her tongue inside again.
“hushh--ughh! Fuck! You're so tight! That’s it, that’s it, Lyubov Moya,” he groaned and began to pound her in a gentle rhythm, his hard sex reaching her weak spot that made Sumire cry in pleasure. “And you mustn’t resist your Man, hmmmm?”
Sumire was twisting from one side to the other, her hands tying the soft sheets at her sides into knots, and her whole body grew pink, the nipples of her breasts appeared as hard as if they were tiny stones.
"You’re not going to be able to move after I’m finished with you tonight."
Mort utters in a rough voice. Sumire looks defenseless, she's getting weak with his touch. She was wide open all for himself, ready to be eaten. A small bead of sweat started to form all over her body, the room was suffused with a deep red glow coming from the candlelight which illuminated the beautiful art laying lasciviously and lovely before him.
"Bite me and mark me as yours, Mort."
Mort could not resist the inviting meal in front of him. He leaned, bit, and suck her neck gently leaving more hickeys in there. He licked her nipples with his tongue and bit them playfully, not hurting her. Mort marks his territory all over her body, from neck down to legs. Hickeys were everywhere.
As she struggled to his aggressive and tight grip, Sumire blushed and moaned beneath him. He mounted her, slowly.
Again Sumire arched her back, her mouth let out a guttural gasp as Mort stilled deep within her. Her breasts were bouncing, suffused with red. And as Mort drove his organ into her much harder and deeper, he felt her shudder violently with unwilling pleasure. A wrecking pelvic thrusting made her lost in the wonderland of lust. His rhythm was fast, hard but so fucking perfect. His sex was quivering inside her, and he was tormented with desire.
An awful yet sweet cry was muffled by soft lips over her mouth, Sumire was shuddering violently in his warm embrace but Mort lifted her on top of him and whispered between their intense and hungry kisses as the tip of their noses touched.
"I have a deep desire to know how much your body can take. To let those sensations take control of you. To have you exposed beneath me, bare naked on my bed, pounding you hard and fast. To just make you feel and not resist the pleasure I cast upon you."
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