Page 9 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“You’re being really dramatic right now. I got my job because of how I handle scumbags like them.”

“Lock that shit up for tonight. This party is off the hook and you getting shot between the eyes won’t be a good look for the family.”

A deep sigh expels from my lips. “I resent that you think I’ll go down so quickly, prick.”

Sergio points to one of the closed doors down the darkened hallway. “Go in there and lock the door.”

“Is anyone waiting?” I lift an eyebrow since this is my party and my rules always prevail.

The corners of Sergio’s lips curl upward. “You’re gonna get fucked in here one way or another. Your choice. My way or Salvo’s way.”

CHAPTER4

HEAVEN

The lock on the door clicks. My heart leaps into my throat, nearly choking me.

Someone is here.

For the past ten minutes, I’ve been in about a million different positions on what I can only guess is a bed, wondering if anyone else will be joining me. It’s pitch black in here and even the tiny sliver of light that shines in once the door cracks open isn’t enough to see the person who belongs to the footsteps currently clicking across the floor.

“Hello?” I croak out.

“Shh.”

A shiver ripples through me.

“Remember the rules. No talking,” a gruff male voice murmurs.

No talking. Right. That was supposed to be the beauty of this whole thing. No awkward small talk, just purely physical pleasure.

All of my other senses are in high alert. The scent of an expensive cologne swirls in the air around me, teasing my nostrils. I blink fast as the scent gets stronger but I can’t make out a single outline of the man approaching.

I press a hand to my chest, my heart thrashing around in my ribcage, faster and faster as the footsteps get louder. They finally stop. An overwhelming urge to reach out and touch him makes my fingers twitch.

This is crazy. How the hell did I let Molly talk me into doing this?

A shuddering breath slips from my lips, the rustle of fabric assaulting my ears like a flood of white noise.

Suddenly, his strong fingers are on me, tingles dancing over my skin as he slides them up the slope of my neck. I gasp, shattering the silence when he winds them around my throat and gives it a little squeeze. Then they move to the back of my head, fisting my hair and tugging my head backward.

I brace myself for his lips. But he has other plans. He runs his fingers down the side of my face, slowing to trace the outline of my mouth. My lips part the slightest bit, aching to form words I know I shouldn’t speak.

The straps of my dress slip from my shoulders, a chill caressing my bare breasts as the top falls forward. Goosebumps shoot up my arms and down my legs. I can sense him coming closer still. His warm breath is tinged with the sharp scent of whiskey. I take in a deep breath, letting it infuse me with desire and need.

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…

He leans into me, his massive hands on my breasts. I let out a yelp when he takes one nipple into his mouth and sucks it hard. His tongue and teeth take turns flicking and sucking and basically driving me absolutely insane with yearning. I suck in a breath to keep from screaming.

Placing my trembling hand over one of his, I guide it down the front of my torso. He gets my silent message and shoves the fabric to my hips before gently pushing me onto the mattress. He loops his fingers into the sides of my dress, stretches one of my legs, and pulls it off…slowly, maddeningly, tauntingly.

My back arches off the mattress when his lips caress my inner thigh. Heat pools between my legs, my pussy clenching with the need to be worshipped by those devious lips. They’re soft but demanding, unwilling to break away. His tongue sneaks closer to my slit and a shiver ripples through me when he runs it up and down my seam.

I choke on a breath, thrusting my hips against his mouth. He dips his tongue inside of me, stroking my walls before retreating to flick my clit. The sensations that follow fry every functioning brain cell.

Holy shit, I’ve never felt like this. Not even close. This man knows exactly what to do with that tongue and he’s doing every single thing that will cause my complete undoing.

I pant, rasping for air without saying a word. Not that I could string one together at this point anyway. I’m caught in a fog of erotic bliss so thick, I don’t know how I’ll ever find a way out.

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