Ruthless Heir: A Dark Mafia Romance (Ruthless Dynasty Book 1)

The first kiss is divine.

There’s no power play, no orders, no ruthless games.

Just endless passion.

The ceremony is over. The bedroom door has been slammed shut behind us. Pale moonlight drifts in through the windows.

Electricity fills the air.

Gabriel doesn’t talk. I don’t say a word.

We stumble towards the bed, drunk with lust. We tear each other out of our dark wedding outfits. We strip each other bare.

It doesn’t take long before it’s impossible to tell where one of us begins and the other ends. I feel his thick dark lips on my throat, then on my shoulder. His tongue outlines the initial he carved into my skin. By the time his teeth are grazing my hard nipples, he’s turned around so that I can kiss his washboard abs while he devours the rest of me.

Like starving beasts, we lap at each other’s flesh, desperate to remove the scars and the tattoos. All the pain melts away.

His cock slips between my lips. My throat opens. My tongue flattens, spilling down his shaft until I taste his balls.

We fall to our sides. He shoves his face between my legs. Before anything else, I feel his coarse facial hair brush against the tender skin inside my thighs. I choke on his swollen cock.

Then, I feel his tongue on my clit. Up and down, back and forth, he leads me like a naughty chaperone.

My mind goes blank. The pressure in my core is on the brink of a nuclear explosion. I’m light headed from the lack of oxygen. Clenching my thighs around Gabriel’s face, I make sure he’s suffocating just as much as I am.

But it’s not because I want him to suffer along with me.

No. None of this comes anywhere close to suffering. I’ve suffered before. This is not that.

This is all fun.

“You’re so fucking delicious,” Gabriel growls, his hot breath lashing against my soaking pussy lips.

“Then keep licking,” I try to beg, but nothing comes out of my cock-filled mouth except for more saliva; it runs down my chin, onto the tousled bedsheets twisting beneath our sweat glazed bodies.

“Enough foreplay,” Gabriel growls. “Or else I’m going to blow down your throat.” Unsheathing his cock from my lips, I’m overwhelmed by a sudden influx of fresh air. “From now on, I only cum inside of your cunt.”

I’m not allowed to refill my lungs before Gabriel shoves his tongue down my throat. I can taste my juices on his lips. He’s right. I am fucking delicious.

And so is he.

“Are you going to put a baby inside of me?” I rasp, when he pulls back.

“I’m going to fill you up until you leak, baby girl. Then I’m going to do it again. And again…”

Stroking my clit with the base of his thick throbbing shaft, Gabriel lubes himself up with my juices. Every stroke makes me wetter.

“Fuck me, daddy,” I beg him, unable to take it anymore. “I need you inside of me.”

“As you wish.”

It doesn’t matter that I’ve felt his cock in my pussy before, or that my tight little hole has already been stretched out by his fist, the second his bulging head slips through my slick threshold, I let out a body shaking gasp.

And so does he.

We’re so in sync that our hot sighs clash in the electric air swirling between us.

“You feel so good, baby,” I whimper, my back arching as Gabriel’s leviathan slides deeper and deeper inside of me.

“That’s because this is your cock,” my dark wolf snarls. “It exists to make you squirm. So scream for my cock, baby girl. Let it know just how much you appreciate it.”

“Rip me apart,” I plead. “Fuck me until my organs turn to liquid. I’ll do anything for you.”

“And I’ll do anything for you.”

When Gabriel’s hard stomach smacks against my pelvis, he pauses. His entire cock is inside of me. Fuck. I can practically feel it pressing up from under the skin beneath my belly button.

I’ve never felt so absorbed by someone else… and I’ve never felt like I’ve absorbed them so completely either.

“Hold on tight, baby girl,” Gabriel warns me.

My fingers dig into the bedsheets.

“I’m ready.”

Sliding his cock back, Gabriel waits until his swollen shaft is half way out of my cunt before he slams back in. The feeling is so intense I momentarily white out. When I come to, it’s to the deafening rhythm of our skin smacking together.

Gabriel is fucking me harder than ever before. The solid slab that is his six pack slaps against my pelvis as I arch into him, taking it all.

The swollen head of his throbbing cock rages against the molten pressure in my core, cracking it more and more with each savage thrust.

“You’re so tight, myszko,” Gabriel grunts, his brutal strokes becoming even more powerful.

“You’re so big,” I gasp in return, my entire body twitching dangerously close to an orgasmic seizure.

“Tell me you belong to me,” Gabriel demands.

“I’m all yours, baby. Every one of my holes belongs to you.”

“Good girl. Fuck. I’m going to cum.”

Gabriel’s already swollen cock seems to swell even more as he collapses on top of me and roars into the mattress.

I’m so lost in the moment that I don’t even think about what needs to be done. Instead, instinct takes over, and I find myself preparing to be showered in Gabriel’s hot creamy cum.

Opening my lips, I close my eyes and wait for my first taste. But Gabriel doesn’t pull himself out. Instead, he shoves my outreached legs together with his knees, so that my ankles click behind his powerful, thrusting ass.

I’m laid out like a plank, straight as a board. There’s hardly any room left between my thighs, but Gabriel continues to pound that small hole like his life depends on it.

When he wraps his bicep around my chin and forces me to look away from him, the pressure pulsating in my core shatters into a million different pieces.

Gabriel shoves his tongue into my ear, and I explode. Then he does too.

My entire body convulses in an orgasmic fit as I feel stream after stream of his hot creamy cum rope into my cunt.

“Gabriel!” I cry out.

“Bianca!” he roars back.

I’m held so tightly beneath his massive body that it doesn’t matter how much I squirm or twitch or shake. I barely move an inch as I’m dragged through a universe of ecstasy.

It doesn’t take long before my pussy is so filled with Gabriel’s cum that it starts to leak down his throbbing shaft. But before a single drop can slip out of my hole, Gabriel unsheathes himself.

“Don’t you dare spill a drop,” he grumbles down to my soaking cunt. But I’ve lost all control. There’s nothing I can do. Cum leaks from my pussy, trickling down my thigh… until Gabriel stops it with the broad side of his index finger.

“This belongs inside of you,” he orders, leading the hot semen back into my pulsing hole.

He doesn’t stop until his fingers are back inside of me.

“Fuck,” I gasp, unable to help myself.

When the mess has been cleaned up, Gabriel slides his free hand under my knees, pushing up until they’re pressed against my chest.

“Take it all, baby girl. Filling you up with my cum is the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking done.”

I can feel his creamy cum descending deep down into my cunt as he holds me in place.

It’s so fucking hot that I hardly care why he’s doing it—not that I can ignore the reason.

This wasn’t just for pleasure. And it definitely wasn’t just to consummate our marriage.

Gabriel is trying to impregnate me.

But I’m not scared. Hell, I’m almost kind of excited.

I’ve never felt so alive.

And I quickly realize why.

This time wasn’t like the last.

We didn’t just fuck.

We made love.

“Do you think it will work?” I gulp.

“There’s only one way to find out.”

When Gabriel drops my legs, they flop down to the mattress, and I immediately reach between my thighs, holding the creampie in place, just to make sure.

Fuck it.

We’re in this together.

“How?” I ask.

“We wait.”

Crawling off the side of the bed, Gabriel walks towards one of the windows. Pale moonlight silhouettes his impressive form.

My skin tingles at the sight.

That powerful man just came inside of me.

“How long do we have to wait?” I ask.

“Usually, it takes about two weeks,” Gabriel says. “But that’s with a regular pregnancy test.”

“And you have a special pregnancy test?”

“Courtesy of Roz,” he nods. “One of her inventions. We should be able to figure out if you’re pregnant within the next few days.”

“Are we allowed to have sex until then?” I ask, focusing in on Gabriel’s stunning reflection. Those heart-stopping hazel-green eyes shift onto me and I’m already desperate for a second round.

“We’re allowed to do whatever we want, myszko,” Gabriel smirks. “In fact, I insist that we do.”

In the blink of an eye, my dark wolf has turned around and jumped back into bed. The force of his body hitting the mattress nearly hurls me into the air. But before I can fly away, he wraps his bulging bicep around my stomach and slams be back down beside him.

“Careful!” I giggle, an unexpected wave of joy washing through me. “You could hurt the baby.”

Why does this suddenly feel so right?

To be Gabriel’s wife. His queen. The mother of his child. Our child.

The intense responsibility of it all seems to fade into the background as I’m wrestled onto my back.

“Until we get a positive pregnancy test, you’re the only baby in my life.”

“I’m a grown ass woman!” I smile.

Gabriel just shakes his head. “No matter how powerful you grow. No matter how mature you become. You will always be my baby girl.”

Pinching my chin, he smothers me in kisses and I’m overcome by the strangest fucking sensation. It works its way through every limb in my body, crisscrossing my chest until my heart becomes so swollen it feels like it could burst.

Only then do I realize what it is.

Happiness.

Happiness at a level I never even knew existed.

I’m in love.

There’s no ignoring it anymore. No cursing the very idea of it.

Gabriel is my husband. My dark king. My savage lover.

My soulmate.

For a moment, I forget about all the strings and the baggage that comes with our unholy union. For a moment, I just allow myself to be happy.

But like most things in my life, that good feeling doesn’t last long.

Even as the pressure returns to my core; even as my nipples harden and my toes curl; even as Gabriel flips me onto my stomach and starts to lick my tight little asshole, I can feel the pit growing in my stomach.

This isn’t over.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Whatever has happened between Gabriel and me, it doesn’t change the fact that my family is still out there.

They still love me.

And I still love them.

What happens if they find me? What happens if they never do?

Both options are equally depressing.

If they do find me, it won’t matter what I say, there’s no way anyone will be able to understand what my heart is feeling.

There will be fighting. There will be death. There will be devastation.

And if I never see them again, I lose a piece of me forever. Not even Gabriel’s love can replace the love of my family.

Fuck.

One way or another, I’m going to lose something.

This fragile happiness will be shattered. Hell, it only just appeared and I can already feel it fracturing.

But there’s still hope.

As long as I can become strong enough to protect those who would die to protect me, I can hang onto what I’ve found.

I can hang onto him.

Gabriel.

What have you done to me?