4~♠ THIS PUSSY BELONGS TO ME, YOU BELONG TO ME

4~♠ THIS PUSSY BELONGS TO ME, YOU BELONG TO ME

ELENA

I woke up feeling sore all over.

My body ached in places I didn’t even know could ache. My pussy felt swollen and tender, still sticky with Salvatore's cum. There were bruises on my hips shaped like his fingerprints and dark hickeys on my neck and breasts. I could still taste him on my tongue.

For a second, I just lay there in his huge bed, staring at the ceiling of the penthouse. Everything seemed normal but that was a lie because everything that happened yesterday wasn't the least normal.

He told me I was a Rossi. A mafia princess. A child hidden and wanted for power.

And I let him fuck me like an animal anyway. I came so hard that I cried while he pumped me full of his seed and whispered that he’d never let me go.

My stomach twisted with fear and shame and the worst of it all was that I still felt a low, throbbing heat between my legs at the memory.

I turned my head to check but Salvatore wasn’t in bed. I heard his deep voice from the living room, talking on the phone again. He sounded brutal and stern as he gave orders to someone on the other end.

This was real. He was a monster and I had signed my body over to him like a fool for a whole year. Oh no, God, I couldn’t do this.

My heart started racing as I stepped out of bed quietly, my legs shaking. My clothes from last night were gone. I looked around and found one of his black silk shirts on a chair. When I put it on, it swallowed me, the hem barely covering my ass. I wasn't wearing panties or a bra, it was just Salvatore's scent all over me.

I crept toward the front door on my bare feet. Every step I took made my pussy throb with the reminder of how deep Salvatore had been inside me last night. How he’d growled “mine” while he was filling me.

Stop it, Elena. My mind screamed at me but I ignored it. When I reached the door I tried to open it but it was locked.

Of course it was.

Panic surged in my chest. I looked around desperately and spotted the service elevator keycard on the side table. I grabbed it, my heart pounding so loud I was scared he would hear it. I ran to the service door at the back of the kitchen, tears stinging my eyes as I swiped the card. My heart skipped a beat when the door clicked open.

I was really doing this. Running from the most dangerous man in the city. From the man who made my body sing like nothing else ever had.

I stepped into the hallway and started running toward the stairs. The shirt kept riding up, making me feel exposed, terrified, stupidly and shamefully wet.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Halfway down, my legs gave out so I sat on a step, breathing hard as I cried quietly. Images flashed through my mind — Salvatore's dark eyes staring into mine while he fucked me. The way he held me after the sex like I was something precious. The way he said I was his everything.

But he only wanted me for power, only for the Rossi name. I was just a tool that had a pussy.

I forced myself up and kept going. My thighs ached, cum leaking down my leg but that didn’t stop me.

Finally, I was on the ground floor. I pushed open the exit door into a back alley behind the building then I looked left and right, trying to figure out what direction I could run to.

But before I could move another inch, I heard his low voice.

“Elena.”

He sounded deadly calm and it gave me the chills.

I froze. Jesus, what a big mess!

Salvatore stood ten feet away, still in his black pants and open shirt, his morning hair messy. Two of his men were behind him, ready to advance at his command. His eyes burned with fury… and something that was even scarier.

Hunger.

“You really thought you could run from me?” he said, stepping closer.

I backed up until my back hit the wall. “Please… I can’t do this. You’re using me. I’m just a pawn to you.”

He closed the distance between us, taking just two steps and slammed his hands on the wall beside my head, caging me in. His body pressed against mine and I could feel his cock already hard against my stomach.

“You’re not a pawn,” he growled. “You’re mine. I told you that last night while I was buried inside you.”

His hand slid under the shirt and cupped my bare pussy making me whimper. He slid three fingers inside of me and I winced. I was still soaked from his cum and my own traitorous arousal.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he groaned against my neck, pushing deeper. “Even when I fucked you so deep last night you're still so tight.” He lifted my chin with his other hand. “Why are you running away when your little cunt is begging for Daddy’s cock.”

I sobbed, half in fear, half in desperate need. “I’m scared…”

“I know, baby girl.” His voice softened just a bit, but his fingers kept fucking me slowly, curling against the spot that made my knees give in. “You should be scared but that doesn't mean you’re leaving me. Ever.”

He dropped to his knees right there in the alley, shoved the shirt up, and buried his face between my legs. His hot tongue licked me roughly, sucking on my clit while his fingers pumped faster.

I cried out, grabbing his hair, my hips grinding against his mouth even as tears ran down my face.

“Daddy… please…it hurts.”

He spanked my bare meat. “But you like it, don't you?”

“I'm….”

“Answer me.” He spanked me again and this time I broke down in tears. He removed his fingers from my pussy and kissed my forehead. “Don't cry, Amoretto.” I thought he was done with me until he went down slowly and began to eat me like a starving man, growling against my pussy, sucking hard until my legs were shaking violently. I came hard, gushing on his tongue, moaning brokenly.

Salvatore stood up, spun me around, and bent me over against the wall. He freed his massive cock and slammed into me in one brutal thrust.

“Fuck!” I screamed.

He pounded me hard, one of his hands around my throat, the other one gripping my hip. “This pussy belongs to me and you belong to me. Whether you're a princess or not, even without the contract, I’m obsessed with you, Elena. I would kill for you.”

As he kept on thrusting, he pushed me closer to another orgasm. I was crying, moaning, and completely overwhelmed.

“Say it,” he snarled, biting my shoulder.

“I’m yours, Daddy,” I sobbed.

He roared and came deep inside me again, filling me until it leaked down my thighs. He stayed buried inside me, breathing hard, his arms wrapped around me possessively.

“You’re not running again, okay?” he whispered in my ear, his voice rough, emotion in his eyes. “Because I know deep down in you, you don’t want to. You want this. You want Daddy to own you completely.”

He kissed my neck gently, almost tenderly, while his balls were still deep inside me.

“Come back upstairs, my little girl and let me take care of you.”

I nodded weakly, broken, terrified… and completely addicted.