Ruthless Heir: A Dark Mafia Romance (Ruthless Dynasty Book 1)
Ruthless Heir: Chapter 22

Gabriel pulls me up the stairs even faster than I stumbled down them.

His grip around my wrist is tight. His intentions are terrifying. I failed his test, and now I’m going to pay for it.

And I’ve never been more turned on.

My pussy is leaking like a broken fucking faucet. My nipples threaten to rip holes in my shirt. The pressure in my core is swirling like a nuclear reactor.

When we get back into the bedroom, Gabriel pulls me towards the bed and throws me over his lap. There’s nothing I can do but gasp.

“Did you fail on purpose?” Gabriel asks. His hand is so big that it spreads out across my entire ass as he feels my cheeks through the baggy sweats. I’m soaking through the cotton already. “Do you want to be punished?”

Slowly, he slides his fingers between my legs, over the lips of my pussy. A ragged sigh rips up my throat.

“I didn’t fail on purpose,” I whisper.

In response, Gabriel rips off my pants.

“Then you’re still weak, myszko. I gave you an easy kill, and you squandered it.”

I’m not wearing any panties and Gabriel’s searing touch is immediately on my skin. My back arches. My pussy begs to be taken.

“I don’t want my kills to be easy,” I lie. “That’s not what a true queen would want.”

“Silly girl,” Gabriel says, clicking his tongue against the top of his mouth. “True rulers take what they’re given, and they make the most of it.”

Just like that, his first thick finger slides inside my slick little hole. My hands instinctively grab for the bed sheets, but the second I lift my arms, Gabriel grabs them with his free hand, hogtying me.

“Is that what I am to you?” I ask, my shoulders bending as Gabriel’s finger curves up inside of me. “Just something to make the most of?”

“Oh no, you’re so much more than that.”

My tight little hole stretches out as Gabriel forces another finger between my soaking lips.

“Tell me what I am to you,” I rasp, thigh closing in around his thick forearm.

“Haven’t I already told you?”

Starting gently, Gabriel begins to pump his two fingers in and out of my pussy. The pressure in my core intensifies. My stomach sinks against the growing pleasure.

“You told me I was a useful pawn. A key to opening up the doors of your destiny.”

“That’s all true.”

“Is that all I am to you?”

Another finger enters my pussy, and I yelp as I’m stretched out even further.

“No. And you never were only that,” Gabriel says, his three fingers picking up speed.

I can hear the sloshing of my own pussy juices as I’m pounded by the giant’s hand.

“Then what am I?”

I don’t know why I’m suddenly so interested in cutting through all of the bullshit. Maybe I’m just so turned on by what happened outside that I need to know how Gabriel actually feels about me.

Am I growing on him like he’s growing on me?

Even through the pressure building in my core, a heavy ache threatens to pierce my heart.

What if I’m the only one catching feelings here?

“You are the bane of my existence,” Gabriel says, and my heart drops. “But you are also the only reason I have any hope for the future. And it’s not just because of how I can use you. No. When I think of my future, you are always in it. By my side. Stronger than you are now… but forever my little sex slave.”

Gabriel’s thumb starts rubbing my soaking clit just as his pinky joins the rest of his fingers in my outstretched hole.

“Oh my god!” I cry out. My body has been set on fire.

This hurts so fucking good.

“What do you think about that, myszko? How would you like to rule with me? How would you like to be ruled by me?”

I’m too turned on to think clearly. But the heavy ache threatening my heart is erased by a flood of visions from my own future.

No matter what I see, Gabriel is there, standing tall beside me.

“And what if I get sick and tired of being ruled by you?” I ask, afraid of my own visions.

Even after all we’ve been through, Gabriel is still a man keeping me captive. A man who’s using me for power.

“Then perhaps I will let you try to rule me right back. But not without a fight. You will have to be strong if you want to overpower me. Much stronger than you are now, myszko.”

“Myszko…” I mutter.

That pet name.

No matter how much I try to convince myself that Gabriel is still the villain in my story, I can’t help but notice how much softer that word has become. It leaves his thick red lips like a gentle push, rather than a sneering taunt. “Does that mean I’m not ready to learn what that pet name means?”

“Not yet,” Gabriel confirms. “Not until you prove to me that you are ready.”

There’s no room left in my pussy. My hole already feels like it’s stretched to its limits. But Gabriel isn’t satisfied.

He wants me to be ready.

His thumb slides down from my clit. His four fingers curl up inside of my pussy. His thumb somehow finds a way inside.

“Gabriel!” I shout, my red-hot cheek pressing against the bedsheet.

Fuck. My stomach heaves against his thighs; against the growing heat of his rock-hard bulge. My fingers flail wildly, restrained by his powerful grip. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

My dark wolf holds me in place.

His entire fists slips deeper inside of me.

When I feel his knuckles descend past my outstretched threshold, I squeal. I try to escape. This is too much. I’ll be ripped apart.

But even with all of my frantic energy, I’m no match for Gabriel. Hell, the more I struggle, the bigger his fist seems to grow inside of me.

“Are you strong enough to take every last bit of my desire, no matter how depraved?”

I can barely hear him over the blood rushing into my ears.

But I can feel him. And not just his fist.

My struggle leads me just far enough up his thigh to feel the massive scale of the monster that has grown beneath his pants.

It’s outline feels even thicker than his fist. And definitely longer. It twitches up into my body, cracking the swirling pressure in my core.

“How much more depraved can you get?” I dare ask.

He’s already pounded me bloody. Spanked me red and raw. Fucked me with his loaded gun.

But that’s just the tip of the iceberg. And we both know it.

“Would you like to find out?”

“Yes.”

His fist seems to swell as it pounds my pussy, and my mind nearly goes blank from the intensity of it all.

Nearly.

Through all of the blinding ecstasy, I can still see red.

I can still picture what just happened outside.

The way Gabriel was interrogating that man tied to the tree. The way he ended his life when I wouldn’t.

If we’re talking about true depravity, it’s got to start with that. With how turned on I was by it. By the power. By the way Gabriel dominated another man. With how I wished it was me.

I’m just as twisted as he is.

The only question that remains is this: has Gabriel made me into this monster, or has he just uncovered who I truly am?

Each thrust of his fist into my outstretched cunt makes me lean closer and closer towards the latter.

This just feels so… right.

The pain. The pleasure.

Is this what he’s been talking about this whole time?

I was too panicked in that underground tunnel to truly appreciate the perverted lesson he was trying to teach me.

But now, bent over his lap, hands press against the small of my back, giant fist fucking my tiny pussy, I feel like I truly understand.

“Fuck me,” I hear myself whisper. “Fuck me again, daddy.”

The leviathan that is Gabriel’s cock twitches beneath his pants, lifting up into my heaving belly.

“Which hole?” he asks, knuckle-deep in my cunt.

“Whichever one you want.”

Before I can even take my next jittery breath, Gabriel has unsheathed his fist from my pussy and thrown me off his lap.

I fall onto the mattress, choking for air as I’m overcome by both a burning relief and a chilling emptiness.

I desperately want Gabriel back inside of me.

My hips thrust up into the air, clit begging for his tongue. Cunt begging for his cock.

Gabriel listens.

I hear his pants hit the floor. I feel the warmth of his leviathan. Then, I see it.

Thick like a fucking log, almost as long as my forearm, with veins like a river system. Gabriel’s cock plunges towards my mouth.

All I can do is open wide.

Even then, he barely fits. My teeth graze against his pumping flesh. My tongue is crushed beneath his girth. My mouth is filled. My throat is smashed against his thick head.

“Choke on my cock, myszko. Gag for me. Squirm.”

There’s no mercy in his words, only an insatiable lust.

Reaching down, he grabs a fist full of my hair and starts to ruthlessly fuck my face.

Immediately, tears start streaming down my cheeks. Saliva cascades over my chin. My lips are stretched so thin they begin to hurt.

But I don’t care.

This is ecstasy, in all of its depraved glory.

My choking is so loud that I can barely even hear Gabriel as he growls over me, thick thighs flexing on either side of my head.

He’s caged me. Captured me on a whole new level.

And I fucking love it.

My hips thrust up into the air. My clit smacks against Gabriel’s hard, muscular ass.

I can’t breathe. But I don’t need air.

This is all I need.

My king’s cock.

The pressure in my core is about to go terminal when Gabriel rips his swollen meat out of my drooling mouth.

I gasp for air. Air that I don’t want.

“I want to fuck you so badly, myszko,” Gabriel growls down at me.

My heart flutters against the intensity of his hazel-green eyes. The hazel has never looked so primal. The green so stormy.

“So do it,” I rasp.

“No,” my dark wolf says, shaking his head.

“You won’t fuck me?”

My tits heave as my lungs fill up with useless air. I want more cock. I need more cock.

I want to be Gabriel’s queen. And his little sex slave.

“I haven’t earned it yet,” Gabriel says. “I haven’t made you strong enough. When you become the queen I crave, then I will fill you up with my cum, I’ll choke you with my seed, rip you apart with my teeth, and impale you with my cock.”

His deep, untamed voice only makes me want him more. Every word is like a lash against my clit.

“Please,” I quietly beg. “Fuck me.”

“Not until you’re ready.”

But that doesn’t mean Gabriel is done. Reaching back, he pries my thighs apart with his knee.

Then, both of his hands fall on my tits.

It’s only then that I realize that one of them is covered in blood.

It’s the hand he was fist fucking me with.

My tiny little hole throbs as I peer down below my waist. Gabriel is already lifting up my legs with his shoulders.

The inside of my thighs are covered in blood.

He’s made me bleed again.

“Gabriel, what are you doing?”

“Cleaning you.”

The first lash of his tongue flickers across my swollen clit, and I nearly explode.

Instantly, my hands are in his dark hair. It’s all I can do to keep from erupting as he begins to play with me.

“Holy shit.”

My squeals remind me of the dead man outside. The morbid memory only turns me on all the more.

When Gabriel begins to suck on my clit, I slam my bloody thighs against his ears and hold on for dear life.

The harder he licks, the crazier I get. My mind fills with blood. Visions of what I’ve seen. What I’ve done. Krol bleeding beside the bed I lost my virginity in. The man I stabbed in the library, convulsing on the floor. Luis’ dead body, still outside, just feet away, his dark red blood staining the green grass and brown earth below his lifeless feet.

Something in me snaps.

The pressure in my core shatters into a million different pieces, shards that rip through my body at light speed.

I’m eviscerated by the pleasure. By the pain. By the ruthless beauty of it all.

My heart bursts behind my chest as I writhe around Gabriel’s head. Somehow, I can feel his pulse through his ears. It runs up my thighs, through my pussy, across my core, straight into my chest.

I’m in love.

The thought hits me like a fucking freight train.

But just as quickly as it appears, it’s gone; vanished into the ether, leaving behind only a deep fucking concern for my own sanity.

Slowly, I float back down to earth. But just because my mind-blowing orgasm is fading, doesn’t mean Gabriel is quite there yet.

I’m still trying to gather my breath when my dark wolf forces his way out from between my legs and crawls over my body.

“It’s about time you get a taste of what you do to me, myszko. Are you hungry?”

“Starving,” I croak.

Pinning me down with his knees, he starts to jerk his massive cock right in front of my face.

“Good girl. Now, open wide.”

The heat emanating from his balls is suffocating, yet strangely comforting; it almost calms me as I wait for him to finish.

That doesn’t take long.

I’m almost back to breathing in regular intervals when Gabriel pries my lips back open. His swollen cock is plunged between my lips.

He explodes.

There’s nothing I can do but swallow. Stream after stream of thick creamy cum pours down my throat, sweet and salty and endless.

And then it’s over.

Even after he’s done, Gabriel keeps his cock shoved in my mouth.

My face is already going red from the oxygen deprivation by the time he finally pulls out.

Without a word, he collapses down onto the bed beside me, the massive weight of his muscular body sinking the mattress, pulling me towards him.

Silently, Gabriel’s burly arm wraps around me, his bicep pushing into my cheek, and we just lie there, peacefully.

For a moment, I can almost imagine us as a real, ordinary couple.

It doesn’t matter what sick twisted things we’ve done—both inside the bedroom and out. A calm blanket of domestic bliss seems to flutter down over us both.

Sure, my body still twitches with involuntary spams as Gabriel’s hot cum drips down my throat and into my stomach. But it’s nothing compared to the fluttering in my heart; to the strange peace I feel, not just in the air around us, but deep inside of me.

What the hell is this?

I’m not lucid enough to understand. And I don’t really care.

Shit. I’m hardly bothered at all as I drift off in Gabriel’s arm, sandwiched between his bicep and his muscular chest.

But that doesn’t mean a quiet panic isn’t bubbling somewhere deep inside of me, miles below this unexpected tranquility.

That thought I had as Gabriel made me cum.

I’m in love.

It’s more disturbing than anything I could have imagined.

So why does it excite me so fucking much?

My toes are already curling again when Gabriel rolls away from me.

Shit. Maybe I finally did it. Maybe the old Bianca is dead. Maybe I’ve killed her—with Gabriel’s help.

Does that mean I’ve made my choice?

Did I forsake the girl I used to be? Did I choose him?

The answer floats in the air, just out of reach, as Gabriel gets up and walks around the bed.

When he picks up his pants, I hear a subtle buzzing sound coming from one of his pockets.

He rips a phone out. The pale glow lights up his blood-soaked lips, as well as the look of concern in his hazel-green eyes.

“Is everything alright?” I hear myself ask.

“Better than alright,” Gabriel replies, a dark smirk creasing his dimples. “You will be my queen even sooner than I hoped.”

“You think I’m ready?” I gulp, not quite sure what he means.

“You’ll have to be,” Gabriel nods. “The dark priests are on their way.”

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