Page 45 of Dark Mafia Heir

“He likes the rush, keeps his energy going.”

The conversation practically twists into a back-and-forth tease between my two men. My head falls back as I watch them laugh their fucking heads off, while they throw subtle jabs, and take hits at me, one after the other.

Colorful flashing lights rhythmically resonate with thrumming music and at the center stages, neon hoops glow on the strippers twirling on poles. Three of those girls walk over to our section, prancing seductively with their boobs and asses barely covered.

My teeth clench when an image of Vivienne coming out of that fucking pool crosses my mind. The ray of sunlight shimmering on her golden skin like tiny crystals, the temptingdip and curve of her fucking body, and the fiery blaze in her green eyes told me she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Hello, ladies.”

When I look up, Luca and Lorenzo have welcomed their pick from the whores, and the last one standing comes up to me. The blonde one. I recognized her from previous nights ago.

Lowering herself, she straddles my lap, smiles at me, and brushes her finger under my jaw. “Hi,Daddy.”

Luca picks it up from where he’s seated and laughs. “You should let her check your blood pressure,Daddy.Who knows, she might be your remedy?”

I glare at him and turn to the beaming girl. I pick her hand off my face. “I’m not your daddy, and I’m not in the mood.” Even to me, I sound unnaturally calm, and believe that the girl has gotten the message.

She hasn’t.

Her hand floats back to my face, and her thumb strokes my jaw. “I can get you in the mood, if you let me.”

There’s only one woman on my mind, and it’s not her. Not her, not anyone else. Coming to that conclusion, that ticking time bomb finally detonates.

“Get the fuck off.”

“But—”

Before she finishes, I’m on my feet, and she falls to the floor, staring up at me with a look of horror and disgust. I don’t owe her an explanation, and I don’t acknowledge Luca or Lorenzo before marching off.

As it turns out, the one place I thought I could cool off, made me remember why I wanted to cool off in the first place. Even from a distance, she still manages to rile me up and infiltrate my thoughts.

If anyone’s the remedy, it might just be my fucking wife.

When I get home,and into the bedroom, Vivienne is nowhere to be seen. I’m already bulldozing my way towards the door to cause hell if my men let her escape, when soft sounds from the bathroom make my feet stop.

The woman could take shower trips more than I did to save my own life.

Dropping my keys and phone on the nightstand, I kick off my shoes, and slip into the bathroom.

The shower is on, so she doesn’t hear me come in, and unintentionally offers me the full view of her back.

Leaning against the wall, I take off my belt, let my pants drop to the floor, and stroke my cock at the sight of her perfectly shaped ass and sexy legs.

The water runs rivulet from her hair down her back, and she tilts her face up towards the water to rinse off the soap on her face. I catch sight of her pink tits, and a haze fills my vision. All I think about at this moment is filling her up with my dick and feeling her walls squeeze hard around me.

I don’t wait for her to turn off the shower before taking the initiative.

Stepping into the shower, the water seeps into my shirt as I mold her back against my front and bury my face in the crook of her neck. She freezes and then relaxes in my touch. I expect her to protest, push me away, and yell about how much of an asshole I am, but she doesn’t do any of those things, and I take it as a cue to believe she craves this moment as much as I do.

She smells clean and exotic, like soap and coconut shampoo. I suck the water on her nape, biting down lightly on the golden skin under her ear, and she sighs.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, I bring her even closer, and close a hand around her breast. I test the weight of each and pinch her perky tits. Desire blinds me, my body quakes, and my cock strains painfully between my legs. How is it possible for one woman to command my entire attention this way? She doesn’t even know, but she’s somehow gotten me wrapped around her tiny fingers.

She shudders against me, and I slip a hand between her legs, lifting my finger to her core.

I clench my teeth, feeling the blood thrum in my ears when I stroke her clit.

Vivienne arches into me, pressing her ass hard into my hand. Her knees buckle, and her hands fly to the wall to grasp for support.

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