Page 8 of Mafia King's Forbidden Obsession

It takes me a while to realize this is the part where I introduce myself. “I’m Raven. Raven Nightshade.”

“Raven.” He tests my name on his tongue, and my heart almost stops. “The bird of prey.”

Ezra’s gaze travels over me, lingering just long enough to make my pulse quicken.

“So Raven, what do you say we head back to my suite? Talk… about a book.” He trails. The glint in his eyes gives him away.

I know where this will end. It’s an invitation– a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to finally let go and let loose.

Live a little like Harper frequently advises.

Live and let loose, Raven. Fuck the handsome stranger, and you’ll be proud you did.

“What sort of book?” My voice is low, almost croaked, as I stare at his hooded eyes.

Slowly, he lowers his head to the side of my face. Then he whispers in my ear. “The one where the girl leaves boring crowdsbehind for a night of… pleasure, or let’s say unimaginable discovery.”

An involuntary whimper leaves my lips as he extends his hand. As if compelled, I slide my fingers into his large, warm hand as he leads me inside. Instead of heading to the event hall, he leads me down a quiet corridor to an elevator marked with a RESERVED sign. He pulls out a key card and smoothly swipes it across the call button. The doors slide open instantly.

He presses the button for the top floor and the doors silently close. The ride to the suite is a blur as my mind is everywhere. As we step out of the elevator, a knot of nerves tightens in my stomach. But the moment we enter the exquisite bedroom and he wraps his arm around my waist, my mind clears, and I’m consumed by a single thought: pleasure.

He pulls me impossibly closer. In one swift movement, he ducks his head and crashes his lips on mine. I melt into him. Fireworks explode in my belly and every other place in my body.

I can taste him—cigarette mixed with alcohol and a hint of sweetness I can't decipher. He tilts his head before he slips his tongue into my mouth with such a force.Good lord.

I’m kissing an affluent businessman in his presidential suite. And I can feel his bulging dick against my stomach.

His tongue is warm, caressing the corners of my mouth. I’m breathless, lost in heat. I don’t want to stop. As if to fulfill mydesires, one strong hand grips my ass, lifting me effortlessly as if I weigh nothing.

I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist as I feel him walk briefly before he lowers me on the bed. My back hits the soft mattress just as he edges back, his breathing as ragged as mine.

I love how much of an effect I have on him, the same way he has on me. I want to revel in this feeling for as long as it lasts.

Without wasting time, I pull open his shirt and pop his buttons free. He only watches me with hooded eyes as he lets me have control, tugging his shirt until it falls to the floor.

Intricately designed tattoos are the first thing that clouds my vision when I take in his chest. His tattoos do run deeper than his neck. They span from the center of his right breast like an image of a fierce dragon opening its mouth in a gruesome growl.

It’s fascinating, but I don’t stare for long as I bring my fingers to his chest, tracing every line of ink on his skin.

His muscles tense in response as I move from his chest to his shoulder, where another tattoo starts. It’s an exaggerated, cursive handwriting in Italian that stretches along his arm and stops before his shoulder.

When I look at him, his eyes are impossibly dark, and his breathing is ragged. Heat fills my face as I bring my hand over his shoulder and back to his chest, where I draw lower untilI reach his belt. Biting my lips, I fumble with his belt. His breathing comes out even harder as I unbuckle it.

I dig my hands into his pants, but before I can grab his rod, he tugs my hand away and pins it above my head. “Not yet,” he rasps. The words barely leave his lips before he yanks the cup of my bra to the side and latches onto my nipple.

My head falls back in the bed as I release a loud moan.Fuck.

I arch my back as his hand curves my back to release my bra in one motion. My nipples feel hot with pleasure as his tongue circles and flicks my flesh. His hands move to my other breast and start to knead.

I tangle my fingers in his soft strands, burying his head even deeper in my skin. The simultaneous sucking and kneading of my breast is torturing. I want more. And like he heard my thoughts, he pulls back.

In a flash, he’s tugging my panties down my legs. His eyes blaze darker when he pushes my thighs apart, visually drinking in my wet pussy. I instinctively bring my legs together, but his firm hands stop me.

“Don’t,” he murmurs, his voice low and commanding.

Heat floods my face as I watch him take me in, his gaze igniting my desire. A small rumble reverberates through his chest as his eyes move between my breasts and pussy, devouring every inch of me.

Before I know it, he reaches a hand out, and the next thing I feel is warmth on my pussy. His warm palm cups my core before the pad of his thumb circles my clit. Pleasure shoots through me, evident in the gasp that escapes my lips.

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