Page 27 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

I want so badly to pull off one of those scarves and flip her around so she’s facing the wall. I want to smack her ass with a flogger until I’ve branded her as mine, until her ass is red and she’s writhing and on the cusp of coming. And then I want to shove a dildo in her cunt and fuck her puckered hole as she screams for God and for the release only I can provide.

But I don’t. Instead, I bring her to that edge of orgasm, of those first deep flutters of her coming, and then I stop. I take it all away from her.

Standing, I look at her, open, wet, on display for me, and quivering, her hips pushing at the air as she tries to clear that hurdle and grab the pleasure I took.

I wait until she’s away from the edge before I rub against her. Sliding three fingers into her tight hole, I then wipe her juices into her hair and bite a small path up to her ear.

I want to fuck her in every way possible.

It takes every last ounce of restraint I have to leave my belt looped and locked.

Her eyes flutter open, short, sharp gasps puncturing the air between us.

“You want more, don’t you?” I whisper against her lips, toying with a strand of her hair. “You want me to make you come.”

She just nods. Doesn’t even try to play games at this point. The lady knows what she wants, I’ll give her that. But how far is she willing to go to take it? Like this, I’m betting all the fucking way.

When I do make her come, when I fuck her, I want her to know exactly who it is fucking her. She knows I can do it. That I have the power. And I want her to beg Matteo Villani to make her come, even if she despises me.

Love and hate. Lust and disgust. Such thin lines separating them. I’m looking forward to the exquisite torture.

And she’s dangerous to me, which is something I like. The thrill of the threat of addiction to something so fucking sweet as Heaven. But if I give in now… No. I’m not that fucking boy anymore who couldn’t control his impulses. I’m a man at the top of his game, and I’m going to play her and everyone for my plan.

Until then, I have to be strong.

I shouldn’t have brought her in here. I shouldn’t have tasted her, and I sure as hell shouldn’t have exposed her to my world.

But once I saw her face and realized that she was as captivated by my world as she was aroused by it, I had no choice.

I needed to feed that desire, and in doing so, I fulfilled my own.

How ironic that to steal away her control, I had to let mine dissolve into thin air.

“I’m not going to make you come. At least, not yet. But I will, soon. And it’s going to be like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.” I pause with a wicked smile. “Just tell me one thing— Does your father know where you are tonight,Heaven?”

CHAPTER4

HEAVEN

Everything inside me turns to ice.

Matteo Villani.

Oh, fuck.

I’m shaking, tied up in knots in more ways than one. My dress is still hiked up, and I’m more than naked. I’m vulnerable, but I’m not about to let him see that.

He takes off his mask, and though I’ve googled him, the blurry pictures have nothing on the man in front of me. He’s utterly gorgeous. The hard lines of his face, the high cheekbones, the winged brows and that mouth. I should have guessed from the mouth.

He’s older now, perhaps not in years from when the photos were taken, but there’s something about him. A hardness, and his mouth turns into a dark smile.

“I thought traditional introductions were a little passé,” he says, making no move to untie me. Sex is in the air and he’s more than aroused. The thick line of his cock is hard against his pants, and color flushes his cheeks. It gives his mouth a sensuality I’m guessing he uses against women.

He’s a monster and I let him… I nearly…hell…I nearly came. Would have if he hadn’t withdrawn. I can still feel his mouth and tongue on my flesh, his fingers inside me.

I hate him.

And I still don’t know what’s going on with him and my family. Only…the way he looks at me… Shit.

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