Page 31 of Dark Mafia Heir

His shoes clink against the marble floor as he stalks towards me. Shrugging off his suit jacket, he covers me with it.

I expect him to nag me, instead he throws me over his shoulders and marches up the stairs. I hit his back and kick against the air, pretending to fight him, but he doesn’t even bulge.

We reach the room, and he lets me down gently. His thick brows furrow, and his eyes narrow on me. “What was that about?”

My brow quirks. “What was what about?”

He towers over me as he inches closer, and I instinctively pace backward until I clash against the cold brick walls. “Don’t play games with me,gattina.”

“I am not playing games with you, Antonio. I was thirsty, and I?—”

“Thirsty for my cock?” He presses his body against mine, and I gasp when I feel his dick poking against my thigh.

He’s hard, and I can feel the wetness dripping between my legs. We’re both crazy for each other right now, hungry to kiss and fuck each other.

“You wish. I wanted water,” I lie, despite the ache between my legs and the racing of my heart. “I want…water.”

“So, you went downstairs and flaunted your breasts in front of my men because you’re thirsty?” he asks, his voice deep and husky, filled with more desire than my brain can handle.

I nod. “Yes. I—” I trail off when his fingers glide between my breasts.

He cups one of them and twists the hard nipple on it. A blend of pain and pleasure waltz through me, and my breath hitches. “Do I have to remind you that you’re mine now,gattina?”

I don’t answer, so he twists my nipple again. Fuck, I love the wicked intentions behind his punishment. I love how possessive he is, and that is the problem because I know I shouldn’t.

“Answer me,gattina,” he purrs, bringing his face dangerously close to my neck.

“I don’t…” Shit, I know the words he wants to hear, but I don’t say them. I need him to punish me and claim me. I want to push him to the edge and see how far he goes with his torment. “I am not yours.”

“Wrong answer.”

A moan escapes my throat when he leans in and bites my neck softly. I grab his shirt, pulling him closer, and inhaling his citrus and woodsy scent. I want to warm myself up with his heat, and God, I’m losing my mind from how much I need him to punish me.

He cups the back of my head and basically sucks the life out of me as he kisses my neck.

I’m moaning, holding his shirt tighter and pressing my bare breasts to his chest. The organ between my legs throbs with need. Every single nerve in my body tingles with a hunger only Antonio can satiate.

He kisses his way down to my chest and, taking one of my breasts in his mouth, he sucks the nipple while teasing the other with his hand.

“Antonio,” I moan as my head falls back and my eyes roll in. I’m cocooned with pleasure as liquid flames seep into my veins.

He parts my thighs and slides a finger between my legs. He groans, and a dark smile stalks his expression. “You’re wet,gattina. Let me take care of you.”

Before I can register what is happening, he drops to one knee in front of me and presses a firm finger to my clit. I shudder as the sweetest sensation rushes through me.

“Relax,” he whispers. “You’re going to like it.”

I’m panting with anticipation, grinding against his finger. That is how desperate I am for an outlet. There’s so muchtension building inside me, and I’m afraid I’ll explode if I don’t find an outlet soon.

He positions his head between my legs, and that is when I feel the flicker of his tongue on me.

I let out a primal groan and clutch his hair. I want—need—more of that.

He does it again, licking me like I’m a sweet chocolate bar, and all I can do is rest back, relishing how good it feels as he sticks his tongue inside me and fucks me with it.

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Antonio

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