Page 76 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Oh, fuck, I want her.

I slide a finger beneath the edge of the silk, and run it along her slick, plump lips, toying just inside, and she moans.

I could take her here and now. But I have other plans. I pull my hand free, bringing it up to catch one of her breasts, teasing her nipple a moment. Then I let her go.

She turns and looks up at me, lust pooling in her heated gaze.

“You like?”

“I loved it,” she breathes.

“It’s complete freedom,” I murmur. “No inhibitions, no judgments. You just do what feels good.”

She backs up into a wall, looking up at me from under her long, thick lashes. “Is that how you let go?”

I close the space between us, my mouth hovering over hers. “Out there, maintaining control is the most important way to gain respect and loyalty, the only way to become all-powerful.”

She nods, breathless. “And in here?”

We’re not talking about the sex show.

I slide my hand against her throat, leaning closer still, her pulse beating wildly against my thumb. “I don’t worry about loyalty or respect. I can let go, be whoever I want to be, do whatever I want to do.”

“You don’t care about control in here?”

“I always care about control, Heaven.”

“You…” She stops, licking her lips and I watch the tip of her wet tongue.

“But you don’t care about the show. You want to find a way to give it all up, to relinquish control and just sink into the pleasure without recriminations. In here you can. And with me?—”

“I don’t want you.”

“Your wet cunt tells me different, and we both know it’s wet because of me and not because of what you watched. You want me to take all the control so you can fuck me without blame. Hate me all you want, but you crave my touch.” I press down against the leap of her jugular and she moans. “All it takes is a word. Give it to me,amore mio,and I’ll give you everything.”

She swallows hard. “You’ll give? I thought this was taking. You’ve claimed me.”

“Yes, I have. But I haven’t fucked you yet, have I?”

“You’re playing a game.”

“Everything in life is a game, Heaven. But sometimes you need to ask for what you want. Do you want?”

She doesn’t answer, and I’m so fucking hard that my famed control, my hard-earned, soaked-in-blood control is slipping away. I want to put her on display, humiliate her, break her down and make her beg.

More than that, I want to fuck her.

“Yes,” she breathes. “Yes, you bastard. I want.”

It takes everything in me to not unzip her dress right here in the hallway. But I resist the temptation.

“Good,amore mio.Just what I wanted to hear.”

I take her hand in mine, leading her along the hall and through to the main area of my erotic playground. Putting her on show is a great idea, fucking her how I want, in private, is even better.

But I still want to get her to the point of losing it all. I stop her, slide my hands along her collarbone under the straps of her dress and slowly slip it off her shoulders, exposing her breasts to the room, to anyone watching.

I kiss her slow and deep, a seduction. Our tongues swirl together. I lick my way down her throat, biting against her pulse, then down over the slope of her breast.

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