Mafia Games by Vi Carter

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CLAIRE

 

I don't know if I’m ready to bolt or fall down. Richard removes the robe from his sculpted body, and I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t want him. The more I’m around him, the more I crave him. The last few days, my attraction towards him has grown tenfold.

The attraction right now is all hormones and lust. His gaze teases me as I stand, holding the towel tightly in my hand. I want to be as bold as I was in the pool, but knowing why we are here, makes being braver so much harder. A cool breeze along my neck stirs all the hairs on my body, and when I finally get the courage to drop the towel, the air presses against every inch of flesh. Richard’s eyes roam my body, and I burn up with how he looks at me. He’s pleased with what he is seeing, and I notice that same primal glint in his eye that I saw in the pool. I take the time to study him. Small white scars decorate his lower abdomen. Some look fresh, and I take a wobbly step towards him.

Be brave.

The chant I say in my head has me reaching him, and my fingers flutter across the scars. He doesn’t stop me. The muscles bunch and twitch under my touch. My gaze keeps sliding down to his very large cock, and everything inside me swells and tightens. My breasts push heavily against my bikini top. Richard’s hand reaches out and takes mine before he removes my hand from his stomach. I think the story behind the scars must be traumatic. I want to know everything about him. I take a peek at him, but he guides me toward the very large bed. He spins me, so I’m facing him, and I swallow as his large hands clamp down on my shoulders; he presses until I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, and he’s towering over me.

His cock is in my face, and I’m chanting to myself to be brave, and touch it when he slowly descends to the floor, and he’s kneeling at my feet. Something in his eyes makes me feel like a woman who has a King at her feet. He’s bigger than life, and when his hand presses against my stomach, I lie back at the command in his touch. My heartbeat is wild and erratic. Closing my eyes, I wait. The air is bitterly cold against my bare skin. I don’t know what he’s doing, but I hear a drawer open, and I’m thinking he must be getting a condom.

Be brave.

“Open your eyes.” Richard’s voice is close to me, and I do as he commands.

The blood turns cold in my veins as I stare at the knife in his hand. I’m trying to sit up and shuffle away from him, but his free hand grips my hip tightly, and his body presses close to mine. I’m ready to protest when he pushes the knife into my hand, and my confusion deepens. My fingers are loose around the knife, and Richard tightens my fingers around the handle, one at a time.

“I don’t understand,” I say.

Richard stands back up, leaving me bewildered, lying on his bed with a knife in my hand. I’m ready to drop it when the tip of his fingers pushes my legs apart. My heart trips over itself as he drags me quickly to the edge of the mattress. His huge cock sits at my opening. He leans over me, and once we are face to face, he presses a kiss to my jawline, leaving a trail until he reaches my ear. “I want you to cut me.”

I swallow saliva and confusion. “No.”

He leans out so he can see me. His eyes are black like a starless night, a warning not to proceed any further with this game. He looks possessed as he takes my hand that holds the knife and brings it to his torso.

“I want you to.” He pushes the blade a little harder, and I try to pull back. Richards’s body moves closer, and his cock is heavy against my opening. The knife nicks his flesh, and blood swells. He hisses, and I’m ready to apologize as blood drips down his torso, but the grin and pleasure that feeds the smile on his face is heavy with ecstasy.

He reaches down and runs a finger along the cut. I’m transfixed as he brings it to his lips. His tongue flicks out, and he tastes the blood before leaning closer to me. I’m still holding the knife, still wondering what is going on, when he presses his bloody finger against my lips.

His gaze is asking me to take part in this. Take part in something he clearly enjoys. My heart rages, and my lips part as he pushes his finger into my mouth, and his cock hardens even further against me. The metallic taste is instant on my tongue and on the back of my throat. I hold the knife away from his body but don’t drop the weapon as he kisses me, plunging his tongue that’s coated in blood into my mouth. My core tightens.

Richard’s hand leaves my skin as he reaches up and takes the knife from my hand, peeling each finger back slowly. The cold steel against my flesh has my heart thrashing in warning of the impending danger. A danger that I want to be a part of. I have no idea where Richard is taking me, but I am willing to go with him. The blade splits the skin on my chest, and the pain has me hissing. His warm wet lips press against the open flesh before he drags his lips up to my neck, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. His lips hover over mine, and I reach up and drag his face to me. His hand reaches down and separates my legs, giving his large frame more room to press against me. His body is warm against mine, but it’s brief before he pulls me up into a sitting position and gets off the bed. My gaze is snagged on the red liquid that drips from his torso. He’s watching me as I touch the blood and drag it down closer to his cock.

Be brave.

The head of his cock is swollen, and I press a bloody finger to the tip. His cock jumps, and Richard growls low in his throat. His large hands drag my body closer to the edge. Black eyes swallow me whole as he rips my bikini bottoms aside and pushes his cock into my entrance. The force rocks my body, and I cry out for a moment before the air is cut off from my lungs. Richard tightens a hand around my throat. My instincts kick in, and my hands fly to his to try to stop him, but he squeezes tighter as he pounds into me hard and fast.

“Give into it.” His command penetrates the fear that’s clouding me.

I’m not sure if he loosens his hold, or maybe I could always take in small swallows of air, but I try to relax and release the hold I have on his hand. The pressure on my throat has me craning my neck back, but as he pushes his cock into me, the pleasure takes me above the pain and panic. For a moment, that’s all I am, pleasure and pain. No air, no words. There is no sense to this act, only Richard.

His body plows into me, and he moves closer, his head dips, and his teeth dig into the cut on my chest. The pain flares, and panic rears its head, only to vanish like some phantom as he licks the damaged skin before plunging his tongue in my mouth and his cock into my pussy.

His pounds grow more frantic, and his hand tightens on my throat until this time there is no air. Stars dance, and I can’t stop my reaction of trying to pull his hands away from my throat.

“Give in to it, Claire.” Richards’s words brush my ear as he moves erratically inside me.

I feel like I’m ready to snap in two. His cock plows into me, and he takes me to a new height. Everything mingles together, the burning of the cut on my chest, the sting of his bite mark, the pleasure of his cock inside me, the pressure on my esophagus. It all mingles, and when it finally crashes together, the impact rocks my body, and I cum hard and fast, but it’s soundless. My core tightens and throbs around his cock. His hand leaves my throat, and I gasp for air. My vision is dark but returns slowly as I continue to cum and watch Richard’s powerful body thrust inside me. Each stroke is hard and fast. He’s loud as he empties himself inside me, and we both come down slowly together.