The Daughter Of The Mafia Boss
Chapter 28

Dylan smiles openly at the surprise on Violet's face, in that position he penetrated her s*x harder, getting her to arch for him while the pillows were faithful witness of the burning pleasure he was experiencing for the first time in his life.

-Aaahh, Dylan, f**k," she gasped intensely.

He grabbed both her legs and pulled her tight against his chest, Dylan reveled in Violet's expression of shame and l**t. It was a pleasure to take that woman's innocence away from her, he was turned on by the sight of her half-open mouth and those breasts rising and falling with every thrust. The truth was that he was holding back so as not to explode like a volcano.

-Dylan! Dylan, I think I'm getting.... Ayyyyy! Yes," she cried as her body began to convulse.

That was the green light Dylan was waiting for, he moved one of her legs to the other shoulder and left the other one where it was. With that pose he could get a good view of her s*x, he rammed into Violet with more eagerness, tasting the softness, tightness and wetness of her insides.

Exhausted, the lovers' bodies lay on top of each other in a mess of a bed, Dylan trying to sit up so as not to crush Violet's small body. But as he did so, he detailed a blush on her cheeks that made her look so innocent and vulnerable, even though she had come to his house only to murder him. It was ironic, because she ended up in his bed.

-Why are you looking at me like that? Have I done something wrong?

-Are you worried that I'm like this? -A few beads of sweat run down Dylan's forehead and fall on Violet's cheeks, and he doesn't seem to care.

-The truth is, I don't want to make a fool of myself," I turn my face to the side, Dylan smiles.

-He makes her look him in the face, his thumb wiping away the beads of sweat on her face. More than fine, I'd say.

-I'm sure you're just saying that so I won't feel bad, since you're such an expert at this.

-I have no need to lie to you, Violet. It's been a great night, not counting the fact that you've come to murder me. We could leave that out.

She blinks repeatedly, bites her lips and looks down. It was true, her intentions were to murder the man, instead she slept with him. What would her family think of that? What would her father think, she didn't count on the consequences of that madness. What if Dylan was murdered? -My father wants to kill you.

-I know that..." He smiles as he strokes her cheek. The truth is, I'm not afraid of your father, Violet. He's fearsome, his reputation precedes him, but he doesn't intimidate me.

-You're the first man I've met who talks like that and acts like that, you've challenged my father many times and I wonder how you're still alive?

Dylan smiles and then moves to her lips to kiss her tenderly, she lets him do it, receiving that kiss full of tenderness.

-Why are we going to worry about that now, I think we can use the rest of the remaining hours for something much better," he says as he pulls away from her.

-What? -She scowls at him.

In one swift movement, he rolls Violet's body over, leaving her face down as he settles himself on her buttocks.

-Dylan! -she exclaims in horror.

-Shhh... the night is young, and since you have come to murder me, I think you deserve a severe punishment for your insolence.

-This isn't funny," she shudders, trying to pull herself away from Dylan's weight.

-Oh no, you're not going anywhere," he growls, pressing his body against hers.

-Don't even think about doing anything you're thinking about," he warns.

-You know what the funniest thing is, Violet, is that you can't do anything at all," he whispers in a very low but erotic voice.

[...]

The next day, when Violet woke up, she woke up in a bed alone again. Why did that man never wake up in bed, she wondered as she stood up. She grabbed one of Dylan's shirts and put it on and went out to look for him, but before she left the bedroom she noticed a presence coming out of the bathroom. It was him! Dressed only with a towel in his hands which he used to dry his hair. Suddenly she saw for the first time that part of her body that she had not been able to fully visualize, Holy cow! And that man put that huge thing inside her?

She dry salivated, now she understood why her s*x stung so much. If that was a damn beast. At least the night before he didn't do to her what she thought he would do, really, she was so scared just imagining that Dylan was thinking of making love to her for... Damn! Just imagining it turned her on, but when she saw that outrageousness, she thought hard about letting him do whatever he wanted with her.

-Did you lose something between my crotch? -Dylan asked her, pulling her out of her musings, she blinked and looked up from her mouth. -No," she answers quickly.

-How do you wake up? -He smiles mischievously as he paces around the room completely naked, he was a damn, he knew she was in pain. -Pretty good." He lies as best he can.

-I'm sorry about the bruises," he replies, pulling out a pair of boxer shorts to put on.

-What? -She asks frowningly, then he points to her thighs. She looks to see what he meant. "F**k, what have you done!

The young woman checks his legs, which were covered with bruises, coupons and even bites, but when the hell did he do all that to her?

-You're a brute, Dylan. You've left me all scarred up.

-I know, that's why I'm apologising," he answers as he gets dressed.

Violet, on the other hand, was filling with anger thanks to that idiot's graciousness, did he think she was a boxing pear, or didn't know how to treat a woman, he was a tactless jerk!

-A simple apology won't solve anything, these marks won't go away for weeks, don't you know how to treat a woman in bed or what?

Dylan stopped what he was doing as soon as he heard that claim, what was that little head thinking, that he was bad in bed. It meant he hadn't liked the night they'd spent. Enraged and with his ego a little bruised Dylan turned around to face the spoiled brat. -So, you think I was bad s*x? -He starts to take a few steps towards her in a threatening manner.

-Well, I didn't exactly say that.

-You didn't?

-No, I didn't." She licks her lips at Dylan's impending closeness.

-I think you're blatantly lying to me," Dylan frowns. I think I'll have to show you better how things are. I think you'd understand better that way, one night isn't enough for you, huh? -he replies, deadly out of his mind.

She opens her eyes realising the seriousness of the matter, so this monument of a man did have a weakness. Apparently hurting his ego was his weakness. As amused as she was to find out, seeing the look of fury in Dylan's eyes made her change her mind. She took a few steps back as she fumbled with her hand for the exit, and as she sensed he would pounce on her, Violet ran down the corridor.

She might be the daughter of a powerful mobster, but that didn't detract from the fact that the man running after her possessed a very painful weapon. And for the way she had left him the night before she had not allowed him to use any other method of satisfaction, she sensed that it was quite possible that at that moment she would apply it to herself because she had a big mouth.