Page 11 of Spring Break with a Mafia Prince
“Nu uh.” I shook my head, coming back to press a firm kiss to her lips to wake her up. “Don’t you drop out on me, Bella. I want all your attention right here. And I want to touch you more. Can I?” A loaded question that involved clothes, or the lack of them.
She’d get there with me in a second.
“Y– yes.” The second half came out surprisingly clear. Her gaze met mine through thick lashes, head on and challenging. “Please, Falcon.”
Fuck. Me.
I wasn’t completely sure of what she just asked me, but hell, was I here for it.
I closed my hand gently around her breast through her tee, squeezing rhythmically and working the motion toward her nipple. Her breath came in fast pants until I squeezed the tight nub through her thin, lacy bra beneath, then, holding her eyes, I pushed her shirt up, and licked my way toward her breast.
Her torn cry when I latched onto her nipple over the soft lace made me inherently relieved that I’d taken her well away from everyone else for the day.
Because those sounds were mine, and no one else’s.
“Have you done this before, Bella?” I murmured, feeling only slightly predatory.
“Yes, once,” she whispered.
“Good. I’ll get his name later,” I muttered, needing to tear someone apart.
Her laugh tore at me in both good and terrible ways. “Stop that.”
She swatted at my hair, then slid her fingers through the dark waves, sighing when I suckled on her again. Her hips rocked against me and I swallowed hard, teasing her nipple with my tongue until she arched and cried out again.
I slid a hand over her stomach, pressing her flat to the leather beneath, and rubbed my fingertips just beneath the waistband on her pants. “Here?”
“Nu uh—” The sound she made wasn’t really a word at all. More a stolen breath that burst the moment it expelled from her lips.
“Is that a no, Bella? How many men to do I need to find?” I growled playfully.
Alright, so not so playfully, but she wriggled beneath me, giggling all the same. Fuck, she had to know I meant it. Right?Right?
“No others,” she admitted in a small voice, like she expected me to abandon her on the spot.
Fuck, with my reputation, I didn’t blame her in the least.It didn’t take a genius to guess that she’d checked up on my name the night before, or this morning. Or talked to her father about me. Hell, I never did make it back to see what my sire wanted with hers.
But that conversation could wait
“No others, hmm?” I toyed with the soft strip of flesh over her belly. She might be tiny but she still had curves in the right places to squeeze and suck on. “Do you want me to stop,bella?” I made her name the term of endearment this time, and her eyes flared wide with recognition as I pitched my voice low.
“Not yet,” she whispered back.
I nodded my approval, flicking the button open on her pants to show my intent, still playing with her breast with my other hand. She whimpered prettily when I toyed with her, tracing my fingers over her clothes, then plunged my hand inside her panties.
And encountered bare, damp flesh.
A deep sound reverberated in my chest. Even I didn’t know if I meant it in praise or dissatisfaction. “Have you been lying tome, Bella?” I slid my fingers through her slick, naked folds as she arched and trembled beneath me.
“N– no,” she managed, shaking all fucking over. “I’ve never?—”
“Never what?” I teased my fingertips at her entrance, the heel of my hand pressed to her clit, never having intended to go this far today. I’d wanted to see what she’d do when I touched her, but finding her waxed, perfectly tender flesh beneath those normal clothes broke me. “You can’t pretend not to have been touched before and then I find out you’re all wet and smooth right here. That doesn’t add up.” I kept my voice low and soft, knowing the threat was that much worse than if I lost my temper outwardly.
Inside, I seethed. Had she lied to me? If she had— fuck, she put on a good show. I’d been completely convinced by what I assumed was the truth at face value. Now? I swallowed and pressed a finger inward.
Her thighs tightened, clamping around my hand. “Stop!” she cried.
I froze in place at the pure panic etched in the hard lines carved across her otherwise soft, dozy face.There's no faking that.
