Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don

Michael's POV

I gripped the bedsheets as I gritted my teeth and buried my face into the soft mattress, feeling Marlo's sweat falling on my back and soft moans escaping his lips while he continued thrusting with more strength than necessary.

"Fuck, you're so tight" he said.

I bit back the pain that was building within me and tried my best to endure whatever pain I could feel in my hole.

This was all a means to an end.

Before I could process my thoughts any further, he turned me around, his muscular arms wrapping around me.

He knelt on the bed and raised me to sit on his hard cock. I stared at him, wondering what sex position he intended to do this time.

After spending more than twenty minutes servicing his dick and nipples, I was already exhausted.

He wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back on his hand and gave me one the ugliest smirk I have ever seen escape the lips of a man.

"Ride me until I burst inside you" Marlo said, his breath resting on my face.

He brought his lips to mine and I tried to avoid whatever he planned to do, but I wasn't fast enough.

Marlo sucked my lower lip while his tongue evaded my mouth and ran around my walls.

"That's enough" I whispered, my disgust beginning to show no matter how much I tried to hide it.

Thankfully, he released his hold on my lips and laid back, his hands placed behind his head as his eyes told me to begin the task he has given to me.

Ugh.

In the darkness, I rolled my eyes, my anger almost simmering beneath the surface.

I raised my knees and instead of kneeling down, I squatted over his dick, my momentum building.

I began slowly at first then increased my speed and watched as Marlo's eyes rolled to the back of his head in ecstacy.

His moans filled my ears and although I hated having sex with him, the fact that I held this much power over him at this instant was enough to make a smile appear on my face.

"I'm close. I'm going to cum" he said.

He attempted to jerk me off but I threw his hand away from my throbbing dick and allowed him to reach climax.

Finally, it was over.

I laid on my back, staring at the ceiling, my chest rising and falling in slow, controlled breaths.

The sheets beneath me were damp with sweat, but the warmth of Marlo's body next to mine made my skin crawl.

The room smelled of sweat and whiskey, of regret and desperation.

I turned my head slightly, watching him sleep, his face relaxed in the dim glow of the bedside lamp. He looked peaceful-satisfied. Meanwhile, I felt nothing but irritation gnawing at the edges of my patience.

I hadn't wanted this. I hadn't enjoyed a single second of it. But I had needed to do it.