The Mob Queen Wants to Claim Me for Herself (In a Reverse World)

I wake up to the sensation of warmth and pressure, my consciousness swimming lazily to the surface like a bubble in molasses. There’s a weight on my hips, a rhythmic movement that’s dragging me from sleep despite my body’s protests. I blink as the bedroom ceiling comes into focus.

“Mmm?” I mumble, my brain still half-asleep and struggling to process what’s happening.

That’s when I feel it, the slick, tight heat engulfing me, the gentle rocking motion, the soft sounds of pleasure floating through the dim room. I look up to see Caterina straddling me. Her crimson eyes are half-lidded, watching me with that mixture of possession and genuine affection that still makes my heart skip.

“Morning,” I say casually, like finding her riding me awake is the most normal thing in the world. And maybe it is, in this strange new reality I’ve accepted.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she purrs, not breaking her rhythm. Her hands rest lightly on my chest, fingertips tracing idle patterns across my skin. “You were having such a nice dream.”

“Was I?” I ask, slowly waking up properly. The pleasure building in my body helps chase away the fog of sleep.

Caterina nods, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my lips. There’s none of the usual aggression, none of the dominance that typically characterizes our encounters. Just tenderness, her mouth moving against mine with unhurried desire.

“You were smiling in your sleep,” she whispers against my lips. “And you were so hard. I couldn’t resist.”

I chuckle, the sound turning into a groan as she shifts her angle slightly. “I wouldn’t want you to.”

Caterina’s movements grow more deliberate. Her crimson eyes hold mine with hypnotic intensity as she leans down.

“Adam,” she whispers, her voice unusually soft, almost vulnerable, “I should tell you I’m ovulating today, so make sure you don’t cum inside…”

Before she can finish her warning, pleasure crashes through me like a tidal wave. My body betrays me completely, hips bucking upward as I drive deeper into her at the mere mention of ovulation. A strangled moan tears from my throat as my orgasm hits with unexpected force.

“Fuck! I’m sorry… I can’t…” I gasp as my damaged hands try to clutch at her thighs.

Fear washes over me as I climax, the hot pulses of release emptying deep inside her.

Caterina erupts into peals of laughter, her body shaking above me as I finish emptying myself inside her. It’s not her usual controlled chuckle or predatory smile, this is pure, uninhibited joy, her head thrown back, blonde hair cascading down her spine. I’ve never seen her laugh like this, so open and genuine, tears gathering at the corners of her crimson eyes.

“Jesus Christ, Adam,” she gasps between fits of laughter, “how many weird fetishes do you have hiding in that adorable head of yours?”

“No, no, I didn’t mean to…” I stammer, my face burning with embarrassment as the fear of having to raise children with her cements itself into my mind. “You just caught me off guard when I was half-asleep and…”

But she’s still laughing, her inner muscles clenching around me with each tremor of her body, sending aftershocks of pleasure through my oversensitive cock. Despite my mortification, there’s something mesmerizing about seeing Caterina like this, all her careful control momentarily shattered by genuine amusement.

“It’s okay, Adam. You’re always allowed to cum in me,” she finally manages, wiping tears from her eyes.

To my surprise, she doesn’t seem bothered at all by what just happened. Instead, her crimson eyes take on that dangerous gleam I’ve come to recognize, the one that means she’s about to push me further into unknown territory. She leans down, her breasts pressing against my chest as her lips brush against my ear.

“What if I told you that I want you to knock up your mommy?” She whispers.

I feel even more blood rush to my face and, impossibly, to my cock as well. Despite having just climaxed, I’m hardening inside her again, my body responding to her words with a mind of its own. The shame and arousal mix together in a cocktail so potent I can barely breathe.

“Stop,” I groan, trying to cover my face with my damaged hands. The scarred fingers don’t cooperate, making my attempt at hiding even more pathetic.

Caterina catches my wrists easily, pinning them above my head with one strong hand. Her other hand cups my burning cheek, forcing me to look at her.

“Why are you hiding?” she asks, a wicked smile playing on her perfect lips. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, baby. Mommy loves how responsive you are.”

I squirm beneath her, caught between wanting to sink through the mattress in embarrassment and thrusting up into her warmth. My cock throbs inside her, fully hard again despite my mental protests.

“This is so messed up,” I whisper, unable to meet her gaze.

“Maybe,” she concedes, rolling her hips in a slow, deliberate circle that makes me gasp. “But you love it. And I love what you love.”

Caterina tilts her head to one side, studying me with an analytical gaze like I’m a specimen under her microscope. Her crimson eyes narrow slightly, her perfect brow furrowing as she processes this new information about me.

“Fascinating,” she murmurs, her hips still moving in slow, deliberate circles. The friction sends jolts of pleasure up my spine, making me moan despite my embarrassment.

“What?” I gasp, trying to focus on her words rather than the exquisite sensation of her body around mine.

“I’m just trying to figure you out,” she says, her voice taking on that clinical tone she sometimes uses when she’s genuinely curious about something. “Every time I think I understand all your buttons, I find a new one to push.”

She rolls her hips more forcefully, watching my reaction with scientific precision. I can’t help the groan that escapes me, my back arching slightly off the mattress.

“Impregnate me,” she commands.

I moan again, louder this time, my cock twitching inside her at the forbidden words. My damaged hands strain against her grip, but she holds me effortlessly pinned.

Caterina leans down, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispers, “Imagine me pregnant with your baby.”

The image floods my mind unbidden, Caterina’s flat stomach swollen with our child, her crimson eyes glowing with that possessive pride as she carries my offspring. It’s terrifying and surprisingly arousing in equal measure, and I feel myself getting dangerously close to the edge again.

“No, no, no,” I gasp, fighting against the building pressure with everything I have. “Too soon, I just came, I can’t…”

“Look at you,” she purrs, a smile spreading across her face as she watches me struggle. “Fighting so hard not to cum again. You’re so adorable when you’re desperate.”

Her movements become more deliberate, her inner muscles clenching around me with practiced precision. She knows exactly what she’s doing, exactly how to push me past my limits.

“Just think about it,” she whispers, her breath hot against my skin. “Imagine marking mommy with your seed.”

That does it. The dam breaks, and pleasure explodes through me like a supernova. I cry out, my voice breaking as a second orgasm tears through me, somehow even more intense than the first. My hips buck wildly beneath her, driving myself deeper into her warmth as I empty whatever I have left.

“Cat! Fuck! CAT!” My groans are completely out of control, echoing off the penthouse walls as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me.

Caterina bursts into laughter again. Her body shakes above me, each movement sending ripples of aftershock through my oversensitive cock as I continue pulsing inside her.

But I can’t join in her laughter. Instead, I stare up at her with naked need in my eyes, my lips parted slightly, breathing ragged. There’s something raw and vulnerable in my expression that cuts through her amusement like a knife through butter.

Her laughter fades as our eyes lock. Her crimson gaze softens at the edges, taking in my desperate expression.

“Oh, baby,” she whispers, her expression suddenly gentle. “I forgot how much you love to kiss when you cum.”

She leans down, capturing my lips with unexpected tenderness as the final ropes of my release empty inside her. I whimper pathetically into her mouth, completely overwhelmed by sensation and emotion. My damaged hands twitch uselessly as I surrender completely to her kiss, melting into her as if we could somehow become one entity. Her tongue slides against mine, claiming me as thoroughly as her body has claimed my seed.

When she finally breaks the kiss, I’m breathless and dizzy, staring up at her with uncomplicated adoration. In this moment, all the complications fade away, the captivity, the addiction, the fear, leaving only this raw connection between us.

I can’t form words yet, my brain still floating in a post-orgasmic haze. Instead, I make a small, contented sound in the back of my throat, nuzzling into her palm like a cat seeking affection.

Caterina shifts slightly, careful not to disconnect our bodies as she settles more comfortably on top of me. I can feel our combined wetness between us, the physical evidence of what we’ve just done. The thought should disturb me, the potential consequences terrifying, but in this moment, I can’t bring myself to care.

“You know I’m on birth control, right?” she says after a moment, her crimson eyes watching my reaction carefully.

I blink slowly, her words taking a moment to penetrate my pleasure-fogged brain.

“What?” I mumble, confusion replacing the blissful emptiness.

A smirk plays at the corners of her perfect lips. “Birth control, Adam. I’ve been on it since we met. There’s no chance of pregnancy.”

Relief floods through me as her words sink in. The tight knot of anxiety in my chest loosens, replaced by a strange mixture of embarrassment and amusement.

“So this was all just a test?” I ask, my voice still raspy from the intensity of my dual orgasms. “The whole ‘I’m ovulating’ thing?”

Caterina’s crimson eyes dance with mischief as she chuckles.

“Yeah,” she admits, her smile widening to reveal perfect teeth. “I wanted to see how you’d react. I definitely did not expect... that.” She gestures vaguely to where our bodies are still joined, the evidence of my enthusiasm still warm between us.

Her arms wrap around me, pulling me tight against her body. I feel our sweat-slicked skin sliding together as she adjusts our position so I’m practically enveloped by her. My face naturally finds its place nestled between her breasts, and I inhale deeply, drawing her scent into my lungs like it’s oxygen.

“We can cuddle for ten more minutes,” she murmurs, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across my back. “Then we have to pack for Monza. The flight leaves later today.”

I close my eyes, sinking into the blissful warmth of her embrace.

“Sounds good.”