Page 24 of Dark Mafia Heir

He leans in, and his hot breath caresses my earlobe as he whispers, “I won’t kill you, but I’ll punish you.”

His words seep through my skin like poison, simmering in my stomach and awakening a throb between my legs. “Punish me.”

I need to see how far he’ll go to prove his dominance over me. I need to know how my body will react to his torture.

His tongue grazes my throat, and a soft moan slips from my lips, the unexpectedness of it sending a shiver down my spine.

The sensation is overwhelming, pleasure mingling with the heat of his touch. “Since you’re so eager to be punished,” hemurmurs against my skin, his voice low and dangerous, “make sure you don’t regret it.”

His lips follow with a trail of scorching kisses, each one igniting a fire beneath my skin as he moves along my neck, claiming me with every breath.

My heart is pounding as he speaks, and my body is trembling with anticipation. I don't know what comes over me, but I suddenly feel like I'm in a game of chicken, daring him to go too far, daring myself to break under his touch.

He pins my hands above my head, and I don’t bother to fight him. “You asked for it,” he growls, sliding down the arm of my dress and exposing my breasts.

My nipples are taut and aching, the cool air and his gaze making them even more sensitive. A wave of goosebumps races across my skin as I catch the raw, hungry desire flickering in his eyes, his stare devouring every inch of my exposed body.

The intensity of his lust sends a pulse of heat through me, making me hyperaware of just how vulnerable and bare I am before him.

I try to keep my eyes locked on his, but the current of desire surging through me makes it hard to remain in control.

He's right; I did ask for it. But in this moment, with his hands on me and his lips burning a trail up my neck, all I can think is that I'm not sure I want him to stop.

“Please,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. I want to tell him to stop, but I can’t bring myself to say the words because I want him. I’m attracted to this man as much as I hate him, which is confusing.

Antonio's eyes flash with a predatory gleam.

He never breaks eye contact as he uses one hand to gently pinch my nipple before bringing his other hand down to brush against my clit. A wave of heat floods my body, and a low moan escapes from deep within me.

His eyes flare with excitement at the sound, and he grips the waistband of my dress, pulling it down over my hips and discarding it onto the floor. “Mio Dio,”he purrs. “You’re beautiful,gattina.”

My heart flutters, a delicious ache settling low in my core, making me crave his next move.

He glides a hand up my thighs and growls at the pool of wetness between my legs. “I see you’re hungry for me,gattina,” he whispers. “How long have you been thinking of me doing this to you?”

“I…” I let out a raspy breath as he presses a thumb against my clitoris and starts to rub it. “I haven’t been thinking of you.”

He flashes a wicked smile at me and pushes a finger inside me. “Liar,” he whispers against my ear. “You’re dripping with need, and you still lie to me.”

I open my mouth to argue, but a deep, needy moan is the only sound that comes out.

Antonio's eyes darken with desire as he watches me lose control. His lips curl into a smirk as he continues to touch me, probing me further with his fingers and rubbing against my most sensitive spots.

I arch my back and whimper at the pleasurable sensation that courses through my body. My mind is a jumble of conflicting emotions; anger at being trapped by this man, desire for his touch, and a strange sense of longing for something more.

A slow, burning pressure coils deep in my core, tightening with each thrust of his finger in and out of me. It threatens to unravel me completely.

I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers digging into his flesh as I allow the sweet sensation to cocoon me completely.

Antonio pushes another finger inside me, curling it all the way to my G-spot, and that is all it takes for my orgasm to explode through me.

I cry out with pleasure, my eyes and head rolling to the back and my legs trembling.

He holds me up, rubbing my clitoris harder and faster as I come on his fingers.

It takes minutes for me to recover from the intensity of the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life—the only orgasm I’ve ever had because my father wouldn’t let me date anyone. He’d threatened to kill whoever laid a finger on me, and I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone getting hurt because of me.

My first and only kiss was in high school, and the boy’s father had mysteriously gotten into an accident the following day. That was enough warning for me not to try anything stupid again.

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