Chapter 89 One month with the Mafia boss: Day two
9:10 pm
Kazimir’s private gym sat three floors beneath the penthouse, black rubber floors, mirrored walls, the faint metallic scent of blood and sweat that never quite washed out.
Tonight the lights were dimmed to a low crimson glow.
The heavy bag hung motionless.
The only sound was Nyra’s ragged breathing and the slow, deliberate click of Kazimir’s shoes as he circled the bench where she knelt.
Naked.
Wrists bound in front of her with soft black rope.
A thin leather collar locked around her throat, a silver ring glinting at the front.
Two of his most trusted men stood at the far end of the room, shirts already gone.
Thane, six-foot-seven, built like a siege weapon, blond hair shaved on the sides, ink covering every inch of visible skin.
Codex, leaner, darker, a panther in human form, black hair tied back, eyes that never blinked.
Kazimir stopped behind Nyra, fingers threading through her hair, tugging until her neck arched.
“Look at them,” he murmured, lips brushing her ear.
“Tonight they’re going to fuck you until you forget every name but mine. And I’m going to watch every second.”
A shiver rolled through her. Fear or anticipation maybe both.
Her thighs were already slick; she could feel it cooling on her skin.
Kazimir released her hair and stepped back.
He took the single chair facing the bench like a king on his throne and unbuttoned his shirt slowly, eyes never leaving her.
“Thane. Codex. She’s yours. Use her hard. If she comes without my permission, you stop. If she safe-words, you stop. Otherwise… break her open.”
Thane moved first.
One massive hand wrapped around the rope between her wrists and hauled her up like she weighed nothing.
He spun her, bent her over the weight bench, cheek pressed to cool leather.
Codex was already there, unzipping, pulling out a cock that made Nyra’s breath hitch long, pierced with a thick barbell through the head.
Thane didn’t bother with gentleness. He kicked her feet apart and drove into her cunt in one brutal thrust.
She screamed, the sound echoing off mirrors.
He was huge, splitting her open, filling her so completely her vision blurred.
Codex fisted her hair, tilted her head back, and fed his pierced cock between her lips at the exact same moment Thane bottomed out.
They found a rhythm instantly, Thane slamming into her from behind and Codex fucking her throat in perfect counterpoint.
The piercing dragged over her tongue with every stroke, metal warming against soft flesh.
She gagged, drooled, tears streaming, but they didn’t slow.
Thane’s hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, pulling her back onto his cock like a rag doll.
Kazimir watched, shirt open, one hand lazily stroking the bulge straining against his trousers.
His voice cut through the wet slap of skin and her muffled moans.
“Look at me, Nyra.”
She forced her eyes open, met his through the haze of tears and sweat.
The raw possession in his stare sent a fresh gush of wetness around Thane’s cock.
Thane growled, pace turning savage. Codex pulled out of her mouth just long enough to let her gasp, “Please…” before shoving back in.
“Please what?” Kazimir asked, voice velvet and steel.
“Please let me come,” she sobbed around Codex’s cock.
“Not yet.”
Thane pulled out abruptly, leaving her empty and clenching around nothing.
They flipped her onto her back on the bench, legs forced wide.
Codex stepped between them, lined up, and sank into her in one slow, relentless glide.
The piercing rubbed against her front wall with every inch until she was shaking, trying not to come.
Thane straddled her chest, heavy cock slapping against her tits before pushing between them.
He squeezed them together, fucking the soft channel he made, pre-come smearing across her skin.
Codex angled his hips, hitting that spot inside her over and over, eyes locked on Kazimir for permission that hadn’t come yet.
Nyra was beyond words, whimpers, broken pleas, her body a live wire.
Kazimir finally stood, walked forward until he towered over her.
He reached down, pinched her clit hard between thumb and forefinger.
“Now,” he said.
She detonated.
The orgasm tore through her like a bomb, back arching off the bench, walls clamping down on Codex so hard he cursed in Spanish.
Thane groaned as her tits squeezed him tighter.
She screamed Kazimir’s name even as two other men used her body.
Codex pulled out first, jerking himself furiously until thick ropes of come striped her belly and breasts.
Thane followed seconds later, painting her throat and collarbones white.
They stepped back, breathing hard.
Kazimir didn’t move. Just looked down at the mess they’d made of her.
He unbuckled his belt.
“My turn,” he said quietly.
He lifted her limp body off the bench, turned her, bent her over it again.
One hand pressed between her shoulder blades, pinning her in the puddle of other men’s release.
He entered her slowly letting her feel every inch while she was still fluttering from aftershocks.
When he was seated fully, he leaned over her, mouth at her ear.
“Feel that?” he whispered. “They come on your skin. My cock inside you. You’re mine, Nyra. Even when I let them touch you, you’re still fucking mine.”
He fucked her not gentle, not rough, just deep, claiming strokes that dragged over every sensitive nerve.
His hand slid beneath her, fingers circling her clit in tight, perfect circles.
She came again almost instantly, sobbing into the leather, body shaking apart.
Kazimir followed with a low, guttural sound, spilling deep inside her, holding her impaled until he was finished.
Only then did he pull out, turn her, and lift her into his arms.
She was trembling, covered in three men’s come, wrecked and boneless.
He carried her past Thane and Codex without a word, straight to the elevator.
In the mirrored wall she caught a glimpse of herself collared, marked, utterly ruined and Kazimir behind her, eyes burning with dark satisfaction.
“Day two,” he said, pressing a kiss to the bite mark blooming on her shoulder, “and you’re already learning who you belong to.”
The elevator doors closed, carrying them back up to the penthouse where the night was far from over.