Page 2 of Possessive Mafia Vows

“Ta tu uaim.” His lips brush mine.

Whatever he’s saying, he had me at Kenickie back in the club, so I’m not going to question it.

He splays his fingers through my hair and pulls my face closer, those green eyes holding mine in the darkness that has folded us into its cocoon.

We kiss.

Fuck do we kiss.

I wouldn’t be aware if a bulldozer ploughed straight through the buildings on either side of us and buried us beneath a pile of rubble.

His hands are somehow underneath my dress, and do I stop him? Nope. I spread my legs wide, my lips still attached to him and embrace the thrill that shoots the length of my spine when he slides a finger inside me.

He sucks on my bottom lip, nibbling it between his teeth. He licks my face, my neck, my jawline. He sticks his tongue in my ear and curls his finger inside my pussy around the spot thatsends my heartbeat racing and my already woozy brain cells reeling.

“What dark magic is this?” I tilt my head back against the damp icy wall and whisper to the night.

“It’s all you.”

He pushes his tongue between my lips and explores my mouth, while his finger rubs and teases and torments my clit, bringing me to the edge and holding me back.

He pulls away, just enough for me to stare into his almond-shaped eyes. “All I’m doing is waking you up. The rest is down to you.”

He makes it sound as if I’ve been sleepwalking all my life. But when he catches the spot again with his finger, it’s all I can do to lean on him to keep myself upright.

“Ta tu agam.” He kisses me long and hard. “I’ve got you.”

My orgasm explodes over his finger. My body shudders, uncontrollably, like I’ve just stepped out of a freezer. All I can think about is, if this was all me, why the fuck have I never felt anything like it before?

He holds me close. Patient. Working me expertly until he hears me whimper.

Then he slides his finger out of me and places it in my mouth. He watches me closely as I lick my own juices from his skin, his gaze so intense, I couldn’t look away if I tried. Then his tongue joins mine, licking and tasting and probing.

“I’ve never tasted anything so sweet.” He kisses my lips, straightens my dress, and holds my waist as if afraid to let me goin case I melt into a puddle of orgasm on the ground at his feet. “Have you?”

I shake my head. “No.”

He takes my hands in his. “Sunrise?”

I’d forgotten all about it, but there is no way I’m walking away from him until we’ve welcomed the new day and the new year together.

It’s an omen. Meeting him in the wee hours of a brand-new spanking-clean year. Like writing the first word on a blank page with a fountain pen. It’s a new story, and we are our own protagonists.

A sleek black car is waiting for us nearby. I don’t ask where it came from or where we’re going. From the first moment I set eyes on him, the world flipped on its axis, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if the vehicle grew wings and flew us high above the glass towers and glittering skyline of New York City.

He looks at me as he drives through the city and across the bridge, a smile tugging his lips permanently upward. “Best sunrise you’ve ever seen?”

He could’ve asked me how old I am, where I live, what I do for a living. All the regular questions people ask each other on a first date. Not that this can be called a date. He found me in a nightclub and made me come all over his finger, the kind of stuff most people only ever read about in a steamy romance novel. I don’t think it qualifies as a date.

He doesn’t even know my name yet.

But this is our story, and we’re writing it our way.

“The Grand Canyon.”

His eyebrows almost disappear beneath the quiff. “You’ve seen it?”

“I went on a road trip one year. Me and my best friend. Before things…” I shrug and stare straight ahead out of the windshield. “We didn’t sleep much that trip. It felt like we were chasing time, you know. Trying to trap it in a net for future use. So, yeah, the Grand Canyon. It felt like we were floating above the rocks in a sea of pink and lilac and gold.”

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