Page 402 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

I meant it when I said I’d punish her.

I’d fucking make her scream, beg, cry, and wail for more.

I press my body against her, backing her into the stainless steel refrigerator. “I’m saying you do,” I growl, reaching behind her and fisting her hair as I crush my lips against hers.

Fuck! No!

Wrong, wrong, wrong!

I plunder her hungry mouth with my tongue, coiling heat raging through every extremity.

But God, it feels so right.

And in that moment, I forget that she’s my niece’s au pair.

I forget she’s a kid herself.

I just get lost in her — all of her.

I dig my fingers into the small of her back and she bucks her hips against me, rubbing herself against me. My cock is so hard, it’s ready to explode through my shorts. I slide it against her, making her gasp as I rub my bulge against her pussy. I reach around and knead the flesh of her ass before lifting her into my arms.

She throws her arms around my neck, her teeth tugging at my lower lip as she thrusts into me. And just like that, I’m dry fucking her in my brother’s kitchen.

The au pair.

On her first day of work.

I’ve completely corrupted her.

And basically let her do the same to me, because, let’s face it.

This girl is no innocent.

The palms of my hands tingle as I smack the plump globe of her ass. I love the sound…the power I have over her in that instant. Her eyes fly open, her face flushed a deep shade of pink. The feeling of my hand hitting against her flesh sends electric currents directly to my balls, and I can come like a rocket right now if I let myself.

Just from spanking her.

She looks at me, her eyes half-hooded and I grab her by the hair. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?” I hiss. “You come out here with your dress falling off of you and you expect me to ignore it? Huh?” I tug her hair harder and a tiny mewl escapes her lips. “Your job is to be a good girl, but you’re so fucking bad, aren’t you? And you deserve to be punished.” I smack her again, bringing one hand around to her pussy and slipping my digits into her wet slit. I drive them into her as she writhes against me. “You’re so wet. That tells me you love it, that you want me to punish you, that you like my hand stinging your ass. Is that true, Anya? Tell me!” I grunt, balancing her in one arm as I drag my fingers in and out of her soft pussy.

She whimpers against me, her head resting against the refrigerator. “Yes,” she whispers.

“Louder!”

“Yes!” she whisper-shouts. “Oh my God!”

The click of the keycard sliding into the door lock sounds. “Fuck!” I whisper as Anya’s feet hit the floor. She hurries to adjust herself, but there’s nothing I can do about myself.

No adjustments to be made.

It kind of is what it is.

I wink at her, giving my fingers a quick suck. She grabs the back of my head and kisses me hard on the mouth before jumping back once again.

When Heaven and Matteo walk into the kitchen, at least we’re a respectable distance apart from one another.

Shit, if these walls had eyes…or cameras…

I’d be dead, that’s for sure.

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