Page 114 of Possessive Mafia Vows

He lowers himself easily onto the towel beside me. He leans in, dripping water onto my shoulders and back, and kisses me on the lips as he slides a hand around my pregnant belly. Then he dips his head and kisses the baby inside me.

“Did I tell you I love you, leoin?” he mutters, his lips brushing mine.

I wrinkle my nose. “I’m not sure. Maybe I wasn’t paying attention at the time.”

He laughs and sucks on my bottom lip. “I could fuck you right here.”

“With all these people watching?” I peer around exaggeratedly, expecting to find dads building sandcastles with their kids,moms rubbing sun lotion onto their kids’ faces and warning them to keep their sun hats on, couples sunbathing, wraparound sunglasses shielding their eyes.

But we’re alone.

“What people?” Kyle pushes me gently backwards, his fingers entwined in my hair, his tongue probing my mouth.

His hands are inside my bikini top. He exposes my nipples, tweaking them between his thumb and forefinger before lowering his head and sucking on them. I arch my spine, excitement already making me wet as he straddles my legs, squashing my breasts together, needing to suck them both at the same time.

“Do you want me, leoin?”

“Always.”

He licks my lips. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

He drags my bikini bottoms down over my hips. My pussy reacts instantly to the sun’s warmth, and I spread my legs wide. I don’t care that we’re on a public beach. I don’t care about anything but feeling Kyle’s tongue inside me.

“Close your eyes.” He kisses my eyelids tenderly. “I’m going to make you come like you’ve never come before.”

“Is that a promise?” I can’t help smiling.

“For ever and ever, and then some.”

He kisses my lips. His tongue traces a damp line between my breasts, down my swollen belly, and between my legs. He findsmy clit and teases it, dragging his tongue back and forth, sucking on it, drawing my juices from me, the sunshine beating down on us from above.

My orgasm is about to explode when I hear my name called again through the icy ferocious wind, and I open my eyes, bursting the daydream like a balloon being popped.

28

KYLE

I flattenmy body against the saturated ground and peer over the side of the cliff.

I can see her. Just about. The ledge on which she landed must be no more than a few feet wide. A freak stroke of luck, that the outcrop caught her and held on tightly. The universe is on our side. If ever I needed a sign that things would finally go our way, this is it.

“Sienna!” I call out, the sound plucked by the gale and carried God only knows where. “Sienna! Don’t move! I’m coming to get you.”

On my hands and knees, I crawl to the edge directly above the rocky shelf containing my future.

A heavy hand lands on my shoulder before I can turn around and lower myself over the side. Patrick. He doesn’t try to pull me away. Instead, he kneels beside me and follows my gaze.

“The others are coming, lad.” He gestures with his head towards the gloomy mansion looming above the treetops. “We’ll get her to safety, don’t you worry.”

“Kyle.” My mom crawls closer, her eyes dark, her face paler than I’ve ever seen it. “I can’t let you go down there.”

I want to tell her that she can’t stop me. No one can. Sienna is down there, and she needs me, and I made a promise that I can’t break. But the adrenaline pumping through my veins is fading rapidly, and I can’t seem to form the words and get them out there. My mouth opens and shuts, and my mom throws her cold wet arms around my chest and hugs me tightly.

The other men appear then, emerging from the woods and sprinting across the clearing towards us.

Patrick stands and waves his arms above his head, gesturing to the cliff’s edge. Everyone else is still functioning normally, processing the danger, and doing what’s necessary to keep us all safe. But their loved ones are not at stake here. For me, the stakes have never been higher.

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