Page 440 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

And how much longer do you think you can get away with keeping that part of your life hidden from him, Anya?

I sure hope it stands up to the shower spray. I’m not ready for the explanation that comes along with the tattoo if the Band-Aid happens to fall off.

I give the palm of my hand a long, seductive lick and grasp his thick cock, sliding my hand up and down his throbbing shaft. He lets out a loud moan, and I know the scratch is already forgotten.

He scoops me into his arms and carries me into his massive, white marble bathroom. His fingers dig into my prickled flesh, grasping my hips, my ass, my tits. His insatiable appetite has turned him into a ravenous predator and I am his prey.

His extremely aroused prey.

He pulls away from me long enough to turn on the shower spray. The enclosure has one glass panel and jets spraying steamy water from each wall. I watch him stand in the center of the mosaic-style mother of pearl tiles, my breath hitching as the water rushes over him, streaming down his god-like form.

He runs a hand through his dark hair, a seductive smirk curling his lips upward. With a crook of his finger, he has me moving toward him as if captured by the most carnal spell imaginable. I step onto the marble tile floor and run my hands down the sides of his torso. His muscles ripple under the pads of my fingertips, his cock grazing my slit. My eyes flutter closed and his lips seize mine, unrelenting and unwilling to let them go.

I wrap my arms around him, trailing my hands up and down his back as he leads me to the far wall and guides me down onto the bench that lines the perimeter. He pushes open my legs, stepping onto the bench with one foot as he positions himself at my entrance. His hand reaches around, forcing my hips to jut toward him as his cock dips inside of me, slowly stretching my walls with the same sweet torture I remember from our last romp. The burning sensation makes me cringe, but in the best way possible.

I lean back against the wall, thrusting my hips against him as he plunders my core. Water rushes over us as our movements become more desperate and frenzied over the next few blissful minutes. I lock my legs around Dante’s waist as he drives deeper, fucking me with long, slow strokes that have me clinging to the edge of my sanity.

He thrusts faster and faster as my cries pierce the air. I dig my fingernails into his back, slicing at his flesh like I’m some kind of female version of Wolverine. My pussy clenches tight around him like a glove, beckoning him to connect with me on every level possible. I squeeze my eyes shut, ignoring the water streaming down my face. I don’t care that I can’t see. I don’t care that I can barely breathe.

I just care that I’m exactly where I want to be right now.

Where, crazily enough, I feel as if I’m meant to be…

Dante lifts one of my legs and lays it on his hip to give him leverage as he continues his luscious assault on my body. He plunders me to the point where my brain cells no longer have the power to fire. I pant and huff and moan as he slides against my clit with every push and pull motion.

And then he hits it.

The spot. My spot. Oh holy fuck, it’s amazing and beautiful and fucking earth-shattering all at the same time.

My body trembles uncontrollably against him as the sparks blast out of my core, shooting out to every extremity. The euphoric sensations ripple through me, and I come undone in his arms, begging for the release only he can provide.

He pulls me on top of him as he swings around and collapses onto the bench. “Fuck,” he breathes.

“I know,” I whisper, nipping at his ear. “So good.”

He stares at me from under his half-hooded gaze and pushes a wet strand of hair out of my eyes. “I think we should get you nice and clean now.” He smirks. “So I can get you really filthy again.”

“I like that kind of loop,” I say. “I could get very used to that kind of shower treatment.”

“Well, then, consider this our little playtime activity,” he murmurs. “Forget naps. I’ll just fuck you instead,” he says with a wicked glimmer in his eyes.

I laugh breathlessly and he stands up, letting me down so that he can grab the soap and a washcloth. We spend the next few minutes soaping up each other’s bodies. The lemony scent of the bath soap makes my nose tingle as I rub it up and down Dante’s sculpted chest.

When we finally make it out of the spray, our fingers are shriveled like prunes. He wraps a thick white towel around me and then hooks one around his waist. I pull a hairbrush through my tangled hair, my knees buckling as he trails kisses down the back of my neck. I have to grab onto the white marble countertop to keep from face-planting on the floor.

“You hungry?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say in a teasing voice. “I guess I didn’t get my fill before.”

His head whips in my direction. “Then we’re gonna have to correct that. Immediately, if not sooner.”

I cock my head to the side. “Oh? You’re ready to go again? So soon?”

He pushes me against the wall and unclasps my towel, watching as it falls to the floor. “This body already has me hard again.” He kneads my breasts, flicking the nipples and making me squeal. “So fucking beautiful,” he mutters. “I never knew what the hell I was missing before…”

I swallow hard.

I know exactly how he feels.

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