Page 78 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“I told you I’d bring you here tonight to show you what happens when you disobey me. What would you have done if I let him really touch you?”

Her eyes glitter up at me with hate and lust and need and a viciousness that feeds something dark within me. “I’d have loved it.”

“Liar.”

“I’d have let him fuck my brains out, show you what a real man can do.”

I almost laugh at her pathetic attempt to hurt me. No…she’s goading me into fucking her. Heaven grabs at my hand to try and ride me, but I don’t let her. I keep her there, teetering on the brink of agony and release.

“I fucking hate you.”

“You want me to make you come.”

“Yes,” she spits. “Yes, damn you, I do. Please, Matteo…”

I move deeper, harder, but keep the pace slow, drawing back every time she quivers and almost tumbles over the edge.

“Hold it, Heaven. You come when I say.”

“You bastard.”

“You’re mine. Tell me.”

“No.”

I lean in, mouth to her ear. “Tell me and I’ll let you come.”

She turns and tries to bite me, but I don’t let her. I only laugh as need surges. Christ, she’s amazing. “Yes, Matteo, I’m yours. Now, let me come.”

I withdraw my hand and kiss her hard and deep and carnal and she’s on me, mouth open and hungry, and she gives as good as I’m giving, her control gone and mine not far behind.

I slide a thigh between hers and let her ride it and she shudders, biting on my bottom lip as a small orgasm takes her.

But I’m not ready to make her fly apart. Not here. Instead, I break the kiss and take her hand, leading her mostly naked body down the corridor. I stop in front of my VIP room, my domain, and punch in the code.

“In.”

She stumbles, and stops in the room, where a big California-king bed sits. There’s no doubt as to what this room is for. Or what she thinks it’s for.

Mostly, I use it to sleep when I’m working. This is my main club, my favorite, but yeah, I’ve fucked plenty in here.

And now…

I pull my mask off and then approach her, removing hers, placing them both on the table. She stares up at me, her breathing uneven, the want and need and heat in her gaze scorching me.

I’m going to have her.

In every way possible.

“Bend over the side of the bed,” I say. “It’s time I teach you a lesson.”

CHAPTER18

MATTEO

Islowly lower her panties, resisting the urge to rip them from her. The heels, though, stay on.

She’s glorious. Long legs slightly parted, that waxed pussy glistening and naked and inviting.

---