Page 77 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

She’s moaning, my Heaven. Moaning and clutching at me. The dress is only stopped in its downward trajectory by her forearms as her hands grip my arms, pulling me into her. She’s exposed to the navel.

I suck her nipple, biting, and she utters a thin little scream of need.

I lift my head, struggling to get my own need under control, something I rarely have to do. Heaven unleashes something in me, and that something will make my victory so sweet I can barely think.

Ahead of us, though, is a platform where my goddesses and their slaves perform. I turn Heaven, moving us to the edge, just so the light touches her skin, making her the focus.

Because I want to take her off, I need to be here, to prove I can do this. To prove she’s all mine.

“Watch.”

On the platform, a slave slinks across it on all fours, her latex a second skin. She comes to a stop in front of one of the men and starts to take him in her mouth.

As she does so, I push the dress from Heaven and it pools at her feet. I flatten my palm on her stomach and it flutters beneath me, her head thrown back against me as I begin my next assault. Moving down to her panties, I pull them aside, leaving her cunt on show. I dip inside her, sliding two fingers into her heat, pumping them slowly. She moans in earnest now, hands digging into my hips.

She’s displaying herself and she doesn’t even realize it.

I tease her clit with my thumb, and she’s so fucking hot and wet, I can smell her sweet, heady scent in the air. I dip my head low, sinking my teeth into her exposed throat and sucking on that spot. She pushes hard into my hand, humping it, trying to get off, her control in shreds around her.

And it’s then something rockets me out of the sexual bliss I’m immersing us in.

A hand is there. On her cunt. Or, I should say, trying to get to it.

My eyes snap open and I pull my hand free, turning her in my arms so she’s pressed in against me, all that glory no longer on show. My gaze locks with the guy whose cock was being sucked.

He’s big, muscle-bound, broader than me, but he freezes, fear lighting his eyes as I lock onto him.

“I thought?—”

“She’s not for you to touch,” I say. “Now pick up her fucking dress and hand it to me.”

The big guy does as asked, his dick shriveling as he does so. I grab him by the throat and squeeze, blood-pumping fury hot and red in my veins, clouding my vision, my clarity.

“You ever touch what’s mine again without permission, I will rip your throat out. Understood?”

He starts to nod, and then the fear spikes in his gaze as he realizes who I am.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“Get the fuck back to work.”

Without another word, another look, I drag Heaven out of the room, back into my private corridor and slam her against the wall.

She’s breathing hard, a dazed expression on her beautiful face.

What the actual fuck did I just do?

I haven’t lost my shit like that since—since Sicily.

Since that time.

And now it hits me hard. Heaven is dangerous. Truly dangerous. Getting under her skin flows two ways. It’s a risk I’m willing to take, but now I know, I need to be careful.

No. I need to fuck her until she’s out of my system. Fuck her so hard she’s completely mine to do with what I want. And then, I’ll keep fucking her to reach my goals. I’ll make her fall so hard she’ll give up her life for me willingly.

But first, I need to fuck her.

She stands in front of me, naked apart from her heels and askew panties. Those plump lips are still on display, and I can’t resist touching her again. I push my hand against them, cupping her pussy, and then I slide a finger inside her. She cries out, moving into me. I stroke forward inside her, against her G-spot, using my other hand with the dress to hold her back against the wall so that all she can do is make small, helpless motions.

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