Page 70 of Possessive Mafia Vows

In the elevator, we stand side by side and stare at the door. My apartment is on the level below the penthouse, and barely sixty seconds pass by before we’re both standing in my living room,the New York skyline winking at us through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The lights activate as we enter the apartment.

It’s warm inside.

But Sienna still looks like a deer stunned by the headlights of a rapidly approaching truck with a carcass clinging to the front bumper.

“Here, let me take your coat.” My fingers brush her shoulders, sending sparks of electricity directly to my brain.

I can’t ignore them. I can’t ignore her perfume, or the curve of her cheek, or the way her hair sweeps across my chest as she turns around to face me. But I force my hands to remain by my sides, her coat tucked into the crook of my arm.

“Sienna, you know I had nothing to do with the break-in at the gallery. Don’t you?”

Her eyes dart around the apartment, but at least she has stopped trembling. “Yes.” It’s barely more than a whisper. “What happened to my father?”

“He won’t be returning to the Wraith.”

“Should I be worried about him?”

Is it my imagination or has she moved closer to me? So close. It would be so easy for me to lean in and kiss her neck, the dip between her collarbones, her earlobes.

My cock is already halfway there.

“Only if you feel that he’s worth your energy.”

“All my stuff is still at my apartment.”

Now the huskiness in her voice is unmistakable, and I allow myself a glimmer of hope that she ran away from Nick this evening because of me.

“I’ll take care of it.”

“Why are you doing all this for me, Kyle?”

“Sienna.” My own voice matches hers, and my hand entwines itself around a lock of her fiery hair, almost of its own accord. “Haven’t you figured it out yet?”

Tiny dimples appear either side of her mouth when she smiles, and I can’t believe I haven’t noticed them before. “I think I have.”

“Mo leoin. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met.”

I toss her coat aside. No distractions.

I cup her neck with one hand and pull her towards me. She doesn’t resist. I lower my mouth to hers, and she parts her lips to let me in.

Her kisses are hungry. Frantic. Feverish almost. Tiny whimpers escape as she slides her fingers through my hair.

“Kyle, what are we doing?” she whispers, her oxygen mingling with mine.

“We’re trusting our instincts. I want you, Sienna.” I pick her up and wrap her legs around my waist. “I’ve wanted you since the first moment I set eyes on you.”

She silences me with her tongue.

She grips my hair tightly, holding me against her like her life depends on never letting me go.

Her passion matches mine, pumping my blood around my veins and engorging my already throbbing cock.

I cross the room blindly, relying on my senses to get me to the couch where I set her down and start fumbling with the zipper of her pants. I feel Sienna’s fingers tugging at my waistband. Frantic. Desperate.

“Tell me you want me, leoin.”

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