Page 51 of Dark Mafia Heir

Lust clouds my vision, and I leave a hot, messy trail of kisses from her breasts, to her collarbone. I get to the spot on her nape that leaves her as weak and jiggly as jellies, and I make sure to mark her with teeth. The spot glows a faint red, and I slip my hands between her legs.

She’s already wet for me. I expected nothing less.

My finger finds her clitoris, and I press my thumb against her, rubbing intentionally to see her lips part and legs stretch wider in pleasure. There something about watching her revel in such intimate vulnerability that stirs a heavy possessiveness inside me.

I want it to stay this, longer than I should. Just me and her, and moments like this that I could call mine—ours.

Any more observations at this moment, and my chest would explode from foreign emotion.

With one last flick, I eject my fingers, and grabbed her hips closer.

“I want you inside me, Antonio,” she whines.

I clench my jaw, positioning my throbbing head at her entrance. One moan is all it takes to melt my resolve, and I slide inside her.

We curse at the same time. Her eyes roll backward, and my eyes slam shut briefly.

She’s so fucking warm, all I think of is staying buried inside her.

Her legs go around my waist, and her hips move, demanding.

I thrust, slamming deep enough to hit her G-spot. Her toes curl behind me, and her fingers fist into the sheets beneath us. She mumbles something incoherently, but my name is a repetitive mess on her lips.

It fuels me, knowing how desperately she wants me. Knowing how desperatelyIwanther.

I drive into her again, hitting her just where she needs me.

And when I feel her slipping, letting go, ready to release. . .

I pull out of her and don’t go back in.

Her questioning eyes fly open, and her mouth hangs agape.

“Anto—"

“You can’t always get what you want now, can you?

The smile on my lips is dry and wicked, and very much intended to be so.

Deep down, I’m restless and aching to slide back in and come inside her, but my intention from the start was to punish her, and the forlorn look on her face is sufficient proof that I’ve succeeded.

“Antonio, please, don’t?—”

“The next time you try that stupid shit, I’m going to fucking punish you more than this,gattina.You keep proving that I’ve given you much more freedom than you deserve.”

I don’t even think she realizes it, but her eyes are pleading, asking me to reconsider, and I know it has much more to do with me finishing what I started than my annoyance at her action.

Knowing she gives no shit about me and rather prefers having sex, it leaves an uncomfortable squeeze in my chest that coerces me to climb off her.

She tries to speak again, but I beat her to it.

“Get out.”

19

Vivienne

Istab my fork into the scrambled eggs on my plate, glaring at the yellow mound as if it personally offended me. The clink of metal reminds me of the handcuff keeping my wrist tethered to the chair, and my blood boils anew.

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