Page 65 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

I swing my legs around the side of the bed and run my fingers through my hair. My fiancé doesn’t know it yet, but today is the dayIset the agenda for our outing.

After a quick shower, I pull my hair into a slicked-back ponytail and dab some makeup onto my face, adding extra layers of mascara to make my eyes really pop. A little pink lip gloss completes my transformation, and it’s back to work I go.

Whether Matteo likes it or not. Or my father. Fuck them all to hell and back.

I gravitate to the kitchen, the scent of rich Italian roast wafting in the air. My mouth waters as I open a cabinet above the sink and grab a big white mug, filling it with the delicious coffee and then dumping in spoonful after spoonful of sugar.

I’ve tried Matteo’s espresso, but it’s too strong for me, and I always come back to this. A little cream and it’s absolute perfection. I blow on it gently and take a sip, letting out a low moan because it’s that good.

Matteo walks in wearing nothing but a pair of running shorts, the muscles in his chest glistening with sweat as he twists his baseball cap backward. I try not to stare but it’s difficult. I bite down hard on my lower lip. I don’t have to like him, but I can appreciate the male beauty of him. He’s strong, flavorful, and hot as hell. Just like my favorite coffee.

Minus the sweat.

But even that makes my belly flutter…

Oh, Christ. It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten off. Ten days, to be exact, since his sex party.

And every time I think of what he did to me, I ache inside, my brain playing over every touch and stroke of his tongue, every single thing he stirred in me.

Matteo’s blue-eyed gaze locks with mine, and the air between us sizzles. “Like what you see,amore mio?”

I take another sip of my coffee and glare at him from over the top of the mug. “No.”

“Liar. It doesn’t suit you, lying. It’s cowardly. I never took you for a coward.”

“You learn something new every day.”

He walks toward me. Slowly. Deliberately. Oh, fuck, he’s even better up close. I want to put my mouth against the skin of his chest and taste him, lick the salt of his sweat, the heat of his skin. I want to bite him, cause him pain, turn him on, make him?—

“You’re looking at me like you want me to fuck you. Do you want that, Heaven?”

“I said no.”

“Only with your mouth.”

He takes the mug from me, brings it to his mouth, and takes a swallow from the exact spot I drank from. He places it on the counter next to me and I’m caged by him, the heat of him radiating off his body and into my flesh.

“That tastes like shit.”

“I like it,” I say, licking my lips.

He locks on the motion with his gaze, and the fire in my belly flares. He lifts my chin with his hand and looks at me. “You’ve mostly healed. But you look better without that crap on your face.”

“Then it’s a good thing I don’t wear makeup for you, and that this is the twenty-first century. Women can vote now. They’re allowed to read. Think.”

His thumb strokes against my lower lip, and every nerve ending sings out for more. “I can work with that.”

And then he lowers his head, his mouth brushing mine.

It’s not much of a kiss, and it’s better than most sex I’ve had. It’s a promise, a tease, and it takes everything I am not to drag him toward me and devour him.

Matteo raises his head, eyes glittering as he watches me. I don’t know what he sees, but an almost-smile touches his lips, and then he kisses me again.

This time the kiss is longer, slower, and he sucks on my lower lip, his teeth sinking into it with just enough bite to make me moan for more. And he takes advantage of that moan. He slants his lips, his tongue sliding into my mouth and somehow, I’m kissing him back.

It deepens, and I’m swept up in a sea of sensation. The kiss is a song that caresses and devours, that teases and demands, and I’m lost in him, in the kiss. I run my hands over his slick skin, his muscles rippling under my fingertips. He’s pure dark magic, and I can’t get enough. All there is, is this—his mouth on mine, our tongues locked in a dance.

And then he breaks the kiss.

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