Bred by the Mafia Monster (Breeding Season Book 7) by Sam Crescent (best management books of all time .txt) 📕

to each beaded peak as he worked it back and forth across them. They were too tempting to resist, and he captured one in his mouth, flicking his tongue across each nipple. Finally, when he couldn’t take it anymore, he sucked one into his mouth, watching as Isabella cried out, the pleasure escaping her as she threw her head back. Letting go of her tits, he spun her around, pressing her body against the wall. After placing her hands into the right position, he tilted her hips to just where he needed them.

He threw the bottom of her dress up and tore at her panties. He really needed to put a ban on her wearing anything at all. There was no reason for this body to be covered. She was too beautiful to hide.

If it wasn’t for his men guarding the villa, he’d have her walking around naked for him.

Sliding his zipper down, he eased out his cock, then pressed the tip against her naked pussy. He reached between her thighs and stroked her swollen wet clit as he slowly began to fill her.

There were times when he didn’t have the patience to hold back. Right now, he wanted to feel her naked cunt as he slid inside her.

She was always so tight. So fucking hot.

Everything he wanted. And she never refused him.

Now, as he looked down, he couldn’t resist groaning at seeing her take his cock. Slamming the last few inches inside her, he paused, relishing each pulse of her as she took him. Teasing her clit, he brought her close to a climax but refused to allow her to be catapulted completely.

As he grit his teeth, he held himself still, feeling her. Basking in her tightness. Only when he couldn’t take it anymore did he grab her hips and fuck her hard. He sped up his thrusts, then slowed them down and took his time. Finally, he came to a stop as they both panted.

“Before I fill this pussy with my cum, I want to feel you, Isabella. I want you to scream my name.”

“Please, Klaus.”

“Yes, baby. I want everyone to know it.”

She cried out. His name spilled from her lips as he continued to tease her clit, feeling her orgasm start to build. He had no choice but to close his own eyes and count to ten as she came. Her release nearly set off his climax, and he wasn’t ready to come.

With her aftershocks still flooding her pussy, he grabbed her hips and pounded inside her. The pleasure intensified, and as he came, he thrust to the hilt inside her as he poured his release into her body.

He would never get bored of this.

Not for a single moment.

He wanted her all the time. Slowly, he eased out of her and groaned as he watched his cum already spilling from her pussy lips. The need to push it back inside her was strong. Instead, he lifted her in his arms and carried her back to the house.

“Klaus, what are you doing?” she asked.

“That was just a main course.”

“I can walk.”

“Don’t want you to.” He didn’t want to give her a reason to distract him. More of his men turned away from him, opening the main doors. He continued going until he got to their bedroom.

Once he had her on the bed, he pushed her back and took the dress from her hands. “I want to ban you from wearing clothes.”

She burst out laughing, which turned into a moan as he cupped her pussy, thrusting three fingers inside her. She was already wet with both of their releases. Drawing his fingers up to her clit, he stroked her. Isabella was so sensitive from her previous release, but he wanted her completely lost, mindless with the pleasure that only he could create.

“Is it always like this?” she asked, her hands going toward the button of his pants. He didn’t fight her as she helped him out of his pants and he tugged off his shirt.

“No, not always,” he said. The rumors surrounding the married couples in their world were rife. Only a few had developed a love match. Most men only used their wives for children. To them, mistresses were where the real pleasure was to be had. Klaus wanted to experience everything with his wife and his wife only. Isabella was special in more ways than anyone could even realize.

Her sweetness was highly addictive. In a world where he was a monster, he craved the light she gave him. How open and willing she was, he’d never take it for granted. She was special to him in every way that counted, and he would never let her go. He’d found the right woman for him, and only an idiot would allow that to go. And he’d never been called an idiot.

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Her mother had never prepared her for life as a married woman, not really. Isabella placed her hand on her husband’s stomach and smiled. They’d been inside the villa for two weeks. Whenever she tried to venture out, he refused to let her go, and he would take her. His carnal appetite surprised her. She’d been warned Klaus wouldn’t want her for anything other than making babies. He’d have the wedding night, then wait to see if she bled that month.

No one had prepared her for the lovemaking and the fucking her husband demanded, not that she minded. She’d heard enough to know that a great deal of men took their time with women outside of marriage. Even her own father had an array of mistresses, and when some of them came to the house, she did see the unhappiness on her mother’s face. She hated it. Hated their world, but nothing could be done about it. At least not to her. The women in their world had only one role, to look pretty and pop out babies. Her father had often told her she failed in one department. The only way he could sell her was to