The Hermit (Mafia Empire Book 1)

Buried to the hilt inside my wife, and knowing there’s a chance I might be getting her pregnant at this very moment, I’ve never been more satisfied in my life.

Who would’ve thought that things would turn out this way? Me, the man who didn’t give a shit about having a family, wanting one with Grace.

It just took the right woman to cross my path.

With her body beneath mine, I take in how amazing she feels wrapped around my cock.

The moment I entered her tight pussy, I almost lost control and came like a teenager. Luckily, I was able to hold off for a few minutes.

Staring at my beautiful wife, I can’t believe someone so perfect belongs to me.

When I pull out and she flinches, I instantly stop and ask, “Does it hurt?”

Grace quickly shakes her head. “No, I’m just oversensitive.”

I pull out slower and love when her body shudders beneath mine and goosebumps spread out over her skin.

Getting up, I grab my sweatpants and pull them on before I gather Grace’s clothes.

My eyes drift over her sexy-as-fuck body.

I’m one lucky son of a bitch.

As she sits up, I give her the clothes before picking her up bridal style.

She lets out a chuckle, and when I walk into the house, she mentions, “We need to blow out all the candles.”

“I’ll take care of it once I have you soaking in the bath.”

“I already bathed,” she argues.

I glance down at her. “It will help so you’re not sore later because now that I’ve had you and I know how amazing your pussy feels wrapped around my cock, I’ll probably be hard in ten minutes.”

Grace lets out a burst of laughter and wraps her arms around my neck while pressing a kiss to my jaw.

I carry her to my bedroom, and when I set her down in my bathroom, she glances around at the black slated walls and sunken tub that has a view of the moon shining over the treetops. There’s also a shower that can fit a group of people.

“It’s my first time in here,” she mentions.

“I didn’t say you weren’t allowed in my bedroom,” I mutter as I open the faucets. “And now that the marriage has been consummated, I expect you to sleep in my bed. No more separate bedrooms.”

“Okay.”

When she walks toward the door, I ask, “Where are you going?”

“To get my toiletries.”

I shake my head. “You can do that tomorrow. Tonight, I want you smelling like me.”

A smile creeps around the corners of her mouth. “Tell me it’s just me who brings out your possessive side.”

I close the distance between us and wrap my arms around her naked body. “It’s just you.” I watch as satisfaction flits over her features, and it has me adding, “No one has ever made me feel the way you do, and no one will. There’s only you, Grace.” I tilt my head as I lift my hand to brush some hair away from her face. “You’re a masterpiece that was made just for me.”

“That’s really romantic,” she whispers, happiness shining from her eyes as she stares up at me. A few seconds pass before she says, “I’m falling in love with you.”

My mouth curves up in a smile, her words settling deep in my heart. “Good, because I already love you. You didn’t give me much of a choice in the matter and just strolled into my heart, claiming every beat.”

“Jesus, Dominik,” she breathes. Her features tighten with emotion, and lifting on her tiptoes, she presses a kiss to my mouth.

I hate that I have to let her go, but the tub is full. I quickly close the faucets, then order, “Get in, moja láska.”

She gestures at the door. “I need to do something. Can I have some privacy?”

Jebat. Of course. She probably has my cum running down her thighs.

The thought has my cock hardening at the speed of light, and before I decide to fuck her right where she’s standing, I quickly walk out and shut the door behind me.

I adjust my cock as I head downstairs and blow out all the candles. Walking out onto the veranda, I gather the blankets from outside before shutting the sliding doors. I activate the alarm system and head to the laundry room, where I leave the blankets to be washed.

Stopping by the fridge, I grab two bottles of waters and return to my bedroom. While I drink some water, I check through my walk-in closet and pull out a gray shirt that will match Grace’s eyes.

When I knock on the bathroom door, she calls out, “You can come in.”

I nudge the door open, and stepping inside, I set the shirt down on the counter. “I want you to wear it tonight.”

“Oooh, I get a shirt. Don’t complain when I steal them all,” she teases me.

My eyes lock on my naked wife, and moving closer, I crouch beside the tub. I grab the body wash and squirt some into my hand. While I start to wash her breasts, massaging them, my eyes lock with Grace’s.

Her lips part, and I watch as desire makes her gray irises look stormy.

“Lie back,” I order, my tone soft but commanding.

She relaxes, resting her head against the slope of the tub, and places her hands on the sides, looking like a fucking queen.

I keep her eyes imprisoned with mine as my hand glides over her skin. When I move lower, her breaths start to come faster and the corner of my mouth lifts.

“Open your legs,” I order.

She bends her legs at her knees, opening as wide as she can in the tub.

When I cup her pussy, her body shudders, and I notice how she grips the sides of the tub tighter.

I drink in the feel of her soft curls, and how fucking hot she feels when I circle her opening.

My wife’s already burning up for me.

“Do you need me to fuck you again, moja láska?”

Her head bobs up and down. “Yes.”

I slowly alternate between lightly brushing over her clit and teasing her opening, and Grace lifts her hips, making the water slosh.

“Keep still,” I demand.

“But you’re torturing me,” she complains, her muscles tensing and her body straining.

“That’s the plan,” I murmur darkly. “Let’s see how much you can take before you beg me to fuck you.”

“I’m ready to beg,” she gasps when I flick her clit. “Jesus, Dominik. Please…” I tease her by only pushing the tip of my finger inside her. “Oh God, please.”

“More,” I growl, loving this way too fucking much. I want her to lose her mind for me. I want her wild and desperate. “Beg the only man who can satisfy you.”

She nods frantically, her body trembling as she does her best not to move. “You’re the only man who’s made me come.”

My eyebrow lifts, and for a moment, I forget about torturing her. “Really?”

“Yes,” she gasps.

Intense satisfaction spreads through my chest. “So no other man has seen your beautiful face as you orgasm?”

“No. Only you.” Her control slips, and she swivels her hips.

I lightly tap her clit and shake my head. “No moving.”

“Then give me more,” she demands, her voice strained.

“Not yet.” I grin at her. “You haven’t begged me enough.”

I finger her three more times before going back to teasing her clit, and it has her groaning, “Good God, Dominik, please fuck me.”

Instead of giving her what she wants, I pull my hand completely away and press on the plug so the water will drain from the tub.

“What are you doing?” Grace asks, her tone clearly not impressed with me.

I grab a towel and hold it open, then say, “I can’t fuck you in the tub. At least not the way I want to.”

She darts up so fast she slips, and I lunge forward, grabbing hold of her before she can fall. I lift her out of the tub, then level her with a glare, “Be careful. You could’ve gotten hurt.”

“Don’t give me that look,” she snaps at me, the fire I love so much burning in her eyes. “It’s your fault.”

I grip hold of her ass and yank her right against my body. “Are you giving me attitude?”

Her hands land on my chest, and she scowls at me. “Yes. What are you going to do about it?”

A dark chuckle rumbles from my chest as I say, “I’m going to fuck you senseless, moja žena.”

“Thank God,” she sighs before pressing her mouth to mine.

I only allow her to kiss me for a few seconds before I pull my mouth from hers. Lifting her into my arms, bridal style, I stalk out of the bathroom.

When I drop her on my bed and the towel falls open, my cock grows even harder.

I quickly step out of my sweatpants before grabbing hold of her knees and shoving her legs apart. Placing one knee on the bed, I duck down and suck so fucking hard on her clit, she bucks wildly. I free her clit from my mouth and press kisses on the inside of her thighs and over her curls.

I glance at her when she props her upper body on her elbows.

A grin spreads over my face, and I mutter, “I love the taste of your pussy.” I push a finger inside her, and she clenches around me for more friction. “Dobré dievča. Clench harder. Show me how desperate you are.”

Her pussy tries to suck my finger deeper, but instead, I pull out, and with my eyes locked on hers, I lap up her arousal like a starving man.

“Yes,” she gasps, and her elbows give way. She falls back on the bed, and her ass lifts off the mattress. “Oh God. Yes, Dominik.”

I focus on her clit, alternating between sucking and flicking her sensitive nerves with my tongue. Watching her closely, I push her right to the edge, and as moans and whimpers begin to spill over her lips, I pull my mouth away from her.

“Noooo!” she cries, but it quickly turns into a scream when I slam my cock hard inside her, burying myself all the way to my balls in one ruthless thrust.

Instantly, an orgasm tears through her, making her pussy grip my cock so fucking hard I’m unable to pull out.

“Christ,” I hiss, and I almost fall on top of her but manage to catch myself just in time. With my hands braced on either side of her, my body shudders.

She feels so fucking incredible, I groan, and I have to use force to pull out. Unable to control my need, I slam inside her again, and with brutally hard thrusts, I begin to fuck my wife as she convulses from the ecstasy seizing her body.

Her whimpers and moans grow even more intense as the sound of our skin slapping fills the air.

The friction between us turns into an inferno, and needing to fuck her even harder, I grip hold of her hips and lift her ass into the air.

The moment I enter Grace again, her body spasms, and every time I sink balls deep into her slick heat, she twitches as if she’s a live wire.

“Grab your breasts and hold on tight,” I grind out through clenched teeth.

Grace does as she’s told, and the erotic sight has me hammering into her like a possessed man.

Her back arches, and her face scrunches as if she’s in pain before a euphoric expression eases the tension from her features.

Her hands slip from her breasts, and I watch as she loses consciousness. Unable to stop, I relentlessly fuck her until pleasure zips down my spine and grips my balls before exploding through my body.

I lose all my strength and slump down on Grace as my cock swells and jerks. A groan is torn from my soul as I empty myself inside of her, and my vision goes spotty from the intense ecstasy.

The moment Grace regains consciousness, her pussy grips me so fucking tight it borders on painful.

I quickly shove my hand down between us and rub the living shit out of her clit, and it makes her orgasm last longer.

My eyes lock on her exquisite face as she comes for me, and intense pride fills my chest.

“That’s it, baby,” I praise her. “Come on my cock.” She cries and grabs hold of me, holding me so tight it makes me feel like the most powerful man alive.

When her pleasure begins to fade, I press a kiss to her right breast and say, “Such a good fucking girl. I’m going to love fucking you for the rest of our lives.”

“I might not survive it,” she chuckles, and it forces my cock partially out of her. “I think I passed out.”

“You did,” I reply with a pleased smirk on my face. “I said I was going to fuck you senseless.”

She lifts her hand to my face and trails her fingers over my temple and down to my jaw. “Always a man of your word.”

I push my body off of hers and move into a kneeling position between her legs. I stare at my release coating her pussy and feel so fucking possessive a growl rumbles from me.

“You wear my cum well, moja žena.”

“Jesus, Dominik,” she chuckles while sitting up.

When she climbs off the bed, my eyes follow her all the way to the bathroom before I get off as well.

Knowing it’s a trigger for her, I give her a warning, “I’m going to hold you from behind.”

She glances over her shoulder and watches as I wrap my arms around her, locking hers at her sides. Pulling her back against my chest, I watch her reaction closely.

There’s no panic attack, and instead, she says, “I trust you.”

A smile spreads over my face, and turning her around in my arms, I hold her tightly as I say, “Thank you, Grace. That means a lot to me.”