Page 302 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

And I’m a starving man.

I push myself away from the cabinets, gathering her in my arms, all pain forgotten and replaced by pure, carnal lust. I can feel her heart race, thumping hard as I press against her chest. She straddles my legs as I run my hands down her spine, digging my fingertips into the small of her back because I need her closer still. Her hair falls forward, tickling my skin. I slide one hand behind her head, my fingers tangling in her soft, wavy hair.

“Marchella…” I murmur before crushing my lips against hers. She wraps her arms around my neck and I lose my balance, tumbling backward against the cabinets. I plunge my tongue into her eager mouth, drinking in her desire and taking that first bite of the forbidden apple that I just know is going to be my undoing.

The coiling heat of her tongue blasts through my insides, igniting the sparks that have lain dormant for far too long. My hands slip down the sides of her torso, toying with the edge of the t-shirt. My dick thickens against my boxer briefs as she grinds her hips against me. And just knowing there’s no fabric covering her sweet pussy makes my pulse jackhammer against my throat.

With a loud gasp, she pulls away, her eyes filled with dread. “No, this can’t happen.”

“Why not?” I pant, breathless from that kiss.

“Because it’swrong,” she whispers. “Your brother is right down the hall. And besides that, I’m your prisoner, for Pete’s sake!”

“Prisoner. Right.” I sweep my hair out of my eyes, thinking as fast as my libido will allow me to. But damn, the lust is so thick, it clouds my mind. “Okay, well, what if I handcuffed you? Would a little role playmake it right?”

That’s when I see it.

Raw hunger. She can’t hide it from me. It’s an expression I know all too well.

She likes the idea of me cuffing her.

Fuck, I like it too…

“Roman,” she whispers.

“Yeah?”

Marchella is still on top of me and my hands are on her waist, although they would like to be somewhere else right now.

Actually, in a lot of different places.

“I…I…” She bites down on her lower lip, the vicious battle still waging in her blue-green eyes.

Which side will win?

Oh, Christ, don’t keep me in suspense.

I’m ready to fight!

And then her lips crush against mine, crowning me the victor. She locks her legs around me, rubbing her chest against mine as she fists my hair, devouring me with a voracity I’ve only fantasized about. Our teeth crack, tongues flailing wildly as our heated bodies entwine right on the kitchen floor. We’re like two predators fighting over the same prey, attacking each other with an unbridled passion that courses through me like a raging inferno. I tug at the t-shirt, clenching the fabric in my fists, my dick screaming for release. I sit straight up with her still in my lap, grasping the globes of her ass beneath the t-shirt. A tiny mewl slips out of her mouth and she tugs at my lower lip with her teeth.

Without warning, she breaks away, her brow furrowed. “Did you hear that?”

“You mean, your body screaming at me to get you naked? Yeah, I heard that,” I murmur, trailing my fingertips down the slope of her back.

She lets out a soft giggle. “No, I thought I heard someone. What if Dante is awake?”

“If he is, he’s gonna get a hell of a shock if he comes in looking for a midnight snack becausewe’rewhat’s cooking in here.””

“Oh my God, that was so incredibly cheesy,” she says, giving me a playful slap on the arm. “Tell me you don’t use lines like that on all the girls. I can’t imagine you’d get laid if you did.”

“Maybe you just bring it out of me,” I growl, tugging her hair and attacking the sensitive area behind her ear with my teeth.

She melts against me and I make a mental note about her ears.

I slip my hand between her ass cheeks and squeeze before moving to her pussy. My fingers slide inside of her slick heat and I let out a moan. “My God, you’re so tight…”

Her breathing becomes more labored as I plunge my fingers deeper into her wetness, caressing the soft folds. She writhes against me, her eyes squeezed shut as she rides my digits like the bad girl I’d hoped she would be.

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