Page 469 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Nobody else’s.

For once.

“I did this on my own,” I continue. “I didn’t have any help. I set a goal and I achieved it. And now I feel like I proved that I can finally stand on my own two feet.” I give my head a shake. “I’ve never admitted that to anyone.”

“What was it that held you back before?” he asks, the intensity of his stare making my legs slam against each other. The excess of alcohol, coupled with this drop-dead gorgeous man’s interest in me, is making my resolve falter.

I wanna be bad.

Oh, Lord, so very bad.

“My life isn’t, ah, typical. I have a pretty overbearing family and I love them to pieces, but I needed to separate myself from them, to prove that I could create my own future.” I smile. “And I did, so yeah, it feels really good.”

“Overbearing families.” He snorts. “Yeah, I have one of my own. But I have no out. I just keep getting sucked in deeper and faster.” His jaw twitches, his expression pained. “My future is always questionable.”

Our gazes lock and I find myself sliding closer to him. “I thought that, too. And a few months ago, it was.” I bite down on my lower lip. “I didn’t think I was in control of my life, and I still worry that the rug will be torn out from under me. But I won’t stop fighting for it. For myself.”

He nods, raising a hand to the side of my face. His fingertips brush against my cheek and I breathe him in…a spicy musk tinged with angst and anticipation. My eyes float closed as the pads of his fingertips make a trail down the side of my neck. “That’s good,” he murmurs. “That’s really good. Don’t ever let anyone steal that control from you.”

“I won’t,” I whisper as his fingers gently graze my shoulders. My throat tightens as the growing lump cuts off my ability to suck in a breath. Well, I don’t know if it’s the lump, or the fact that he has my body lit up like the Fourth of July and I don’t want these sensations to fizzle by me breaking the spell with an involuntary gasp.

His arms snake around my waist, scaling up the slope of my spine and then down the sides of my torso. The fabric of my dress sizzles against my skin as his fingertips navigate a very determined path over it. My eyes flutter open to find his blazing with need…a need that matches the ache deep inside of me, an ache I didn’t realize was even there. It’s been latent for so long, I didn’t know if it would…could…ever be awakened.

He pulls me on top of him, positioning me so that I’m pressed against his cock. It thickens under me as he slides me against his jeans, the friction agitating my pussy. Wet heat coils inside of me as he slides his hands up the sides of my thighs, looping them into my thong.

My knees straddle him, my hair tumbling over my shoulders as I gaze down at his lust-filled expression. His hands grip me tight as he pulls me toward him, clutching me close to his chest as he attacks my mouth with his own.

His lips hungrily attack mine, his tongue plunging inside, coiling with heat and a hunger that cannot be sated. A moan slips out as he devours me with a voracity I’ve never experienced, much less imagined.

With a thundering heart, I rotate my hips over his, grinding my pussy against him. His cock jerks and I want so badly to touch it, to stroke it, and to feel it inside of me.

Not because I want to be reckless.

I just want to be free.

To do something I want without anyone looking over my shoulder.

That thought, coupled with Zeno’s hard body plastered against mine, makes my body ignite with unbridled passion I didn’t know had even taken up residence. My eyes float open and I scan the darkened room. It’s quiet and empty, but anyone could walk in here and find us dry humping on this couch.

A shiver flutters over my bare skin, my already-racing pulse rocketing at the possibility.

Wow, I must be completely depraved if being watched can make my body temperature soar that much more, even with Zeno’s cock rubbing against my clit.

He slips his fingers into my panties, pushing them aside as he strokes my wet folds. I gasp as he plunges them into me, pressing them deep. He slides them in and out, his thumb rubbing my clit at the same time. I clench around them, gritting my teeth as I throw my head back. He attacks my neck, his tongue and teeth nipping at my ear and driving me damn-near insane.

I guess that’s one of my spots.

Huh, who knew?

A tiny mewl tumbles from my lips, followed by another as his mouth scorches a path down to the neckline of my dress. I drag one strap down, uncovering one of my breasts. His fingers work me, his thrusts increasing in intensity as he flashes a sexy smirk before turning his attention to my taut nipple. I arch my back, driving my hips against his fingers as he tugs and suckles the dark pink bud with his teeth. I dig my fingertips into his back, squealing as sparks of the most erotic bliss explode deep in my core, shooting out to my fingers and toes. Euphoria consumes my body and mind, paralyzing me as the sensations ripple through me.

I quiver, panting as my body calms, his fingers quelling a need I didn’t even know existed before a few minutes ago. He slides them out of me, and with his deep-set gaze focused on my face, he sucks them dry, his blue eyes glittering with promise.

Holy Jesus.

That is the sexiest thing I think I’ve ever seen.

Heat spreads from my core, blanketing my insides with pent-up need.

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