Page 580 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

I grasp her ass and give it a good smack. “You’re being such a bad girl right now,” I growl.

She grins, her chest heaving. “Then punish me. You want me to beg?”

My cock jumps and strains against my pants. I grab her hand and pull her out of the club to the brightly lit lobby. Chloe wraps her arms around my waist and nuzzles my neck.

“You wanna do it right here? I’m down. It’s Europe. They’re a bunch of sexual perverts anyway, right?” she murmurs.

“My dirty whore. I’m not sharing you with anyone. I want you all for myself.” I wink at her over my shoulder. “And I know the perfect place.”

CHAPTER7

BRUNO

We wander around the corner of the lobby until we reach a roped-off area with a sign that saysClosed for Private Event. I take a look around and casually step over the rope. Chloe follows, her cheeks flushed pink.

“So naughty,” she murmurs. “Are we crashing the wedding early?”

“Something like that.”

The hallway is dark and quiet. We stop at the large white wooden door at the end. I twist the handle and push it open, squinting in the darkness.

“There’s got to be a light switch somewhere,” Chloe says, sliding her hand over the wall. “Ohh, got it.”

A soft white glow shines down on the lounge area. Through a doorway covered with flowers and tiny white lights is the ceremony room. And beyond that is the dining room.

Chloe gasps as she steps into the room. “This looks so incredibly beautiful. Perfect and exactly what Lily wanted. The place looks like it’s straight out of a fairy tale.”

“You a big fan of fairy tales?”

“Only the ones where the princesses are badass girl bosses.”

I smirk at her. “Like you?”

“Just like me.” She runs her hand down the front of my shirt. “I take what I want, when I want it. I don’t settle. And I don’t accept no for an answer when I have my sights set on something.” She gazes up at me. “What do you think about that?”

“I think it’s hot as hell,” I say before tangling my fingers in her hair and dragging her head backward. I taste her sweet scent, running my tongue over the soft skin of her neck. She tugs my hair, digging her fingertips into the back of my neck. “Youare hot as hell.”

I crush my lips against hers, plunging my tongue into her hungry mouth. It coils with hers, and heat, lust, and yearning course through my insides. I stroke her back, running my hands over every inch of her, unable to tear them away from her body. She wraps her arms around my neck, eagerly drinking me in.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she whispers against my mouth.

My cock strains against my pants.

With a loud moan, she thrusts her hips against me, grinding her pussy into my groin.

“You want to come so badly,” I hiss, grasping her thick dark hair and pulling her away from my mouth. “But I’m not gonna let you. Not yet.”

“Please, don’t,” she whispers.

“You need to be punished for wearing that dress.”

“You said if I wore it again, you’d punish me.”

“I changed my mind.”

“You evil bastard.” Her lips lift into a seductive grin.

“Turn around,” I growl. “And get on your knees.”

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