Page 25 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

But to hold off… That makes her want it more. Crave it.

Instead of tasting her lips, I replace my fingers on her pulse with my mouth and suck in that beat, biting down, the blood under the skin and veins moving beneath my tongue.

And then I stop altogether, taking in my handiwork so far.

She’s glorious, already halfway mine. And I’ve barely touched her.

Her breasts rise and fall with increasing speed, straining against the fabric of her dress, making my fingers tingle with an electrical charge that crackles in the air between us.

“I’m going to touch you now,” I say.

Her gasp is all the answer I need. I drag my fingertips down the slope of her neck, over her smooth skin, until they skim the tops of her breasts, just beneath the confines of her dress. Her breath stutters and I haven’t even started.

I move my fingers up again, just below the surface of the dress, up one shoulder and then the other. I slide both straps off, just enough to expose the tops of her full tits. And then a little lower, so her areolae and nipples show. Pretty pink. Is her cunt the same shade? I want to find out.

As she watches me, I put my thumb to my lips and lick it, and then slide it over one nipple, followed by the other. I blow on them and she quivers, the tips distending. She makes the tiniest moan in the back of her throat.

“I’m going to give you more of a taste,” I say. “Give you what got you hot out there. Bind you.”

“I don’t know…I…”

I bend, lifting one full breast, and I lick her nipple, sucking it into my mouth and pulling on it, just enough to make her gasp and push toward me. I smile against her breast. My money’s on her not knowing about the deal with her father. Not the nuts and bolts. And this…this is going to make it all so much sweeter when I reveal my face to her.

My intent.

She wants more. I can feel it in the beat of her blood, the heat of her skin. I make my way back up from her luscious breasts to her tender throat to suck on her pulse there, and she groans deep. That’s when I slide my thigh between hers.

Heaven moves her hips. I don’t even know if she realizes it, but she’s rubbing her pussy against me like she’s trying to get off. She’s trembling and I step back.

Her head is back, mouth open, eyes closed, tits exposed. She looks ready to be fucked.

I wait. Patience is always a game worth understanding, worth manipulating just within the confines of the rules. And I’m a master.

Slowly her eyelids flutter open and her soft mouth presses shut. She raises her head. Pupils dilated, thighs still apart. I hold up the silk scarves.

“I’m going to tie you up,” I murmur, sliding the ends of the scarves against the skin of her cheek, then down across her hard nipples.

She moans.

“Unless, of course, you don’t want to.”

“I…I need…I have to…”

Leave. I know she’s searching for the word. But she wants to stay, too. That’s part of the power I have here. She knows what she should do. And then there’s what she wants.

Her complexities are an aphrodisiac. There’s fierce warrior queen. Control. Innocence. Need. The innocence intrigues me the most. A woman like her…she’s young in years only.

Mafia princesses are one of two things. Innocent, delicate creatures who’ve been sequestered away, only to be married off to strengthen ties. Or hard as diamond women who rule with absolute authority. Who kill and fuck and do what they want.

She’s…I don’t know what she is. But I’m going to have fun finding out. A perk to the union.

The trick here is to get her to do the work. It’s a mindfuck. A slow, complicated mindfuck with a kick when she finally sees it.

“Go? I’m not stopping you,” I say, not touching her. “You know where the door is.”

She stares at me, eyes big and green behind the mask, her lush mouth opening as she takes a breath.

“The club has rules, and even I won’t break them.” Again, I let the words sit and breathe and take root. I’m dropping the crumbs, feeding the clues, and none will make sense or mean anything until my trap snaps shut, and this, her walking into this place, succumbing to me, will make it all the sweeter. More potent. More power in my hands.

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