Page 582 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

The man’s lips curl into a disapproving frown. “Get out now.”

Chloe pulls her dress down, and I quickly pull myself together. I get up and pull her up. We rush out of the room and push past the angry hotel worker. Once we’re in the hallway, we run back to the lobby, stop at the coat check, put on our coats, and dart out of the lodge.

A chateau transport waits out front, like it just knew we needed to get the fuck away from here fast. We jump into the truck. Chloe erupts into giggles, her face beet-red.

“Holy cow, we totally got caught. We could have gotten in so much trouble for that.”

“The adrenaline rush. Makes you wanna do it all over again, yeah?” I ask, leaning toward her and nibbling her earlobe.

“Hell, yeah,” she says with a sidelong glance at the driver. “Like Chateau Transport Confessions?”

The ride to her place is short but I can’t resist slipping my fingers inside of her. She rides them quietly and slowly in the darkened truck until I play with her clit. It drives her wild…or as wild as she can be while swallowing back her screams. She clenches my fingers tight, urging them deeper until her pussy walls quiver and quake around them.

Her sex-crazed look makes my dick harder than it was the first time I buried myself in her wet heat. When we pull up to her chateau, she scrambles out of the transport as quickly as her ankle injury will allow. I toss the driver some money and follow her out, hoisting her up so that I’m practically carrying her to the front door.

I dip my head low, my lips trailing down the side of her neck.

“You’re distracting me,” she says, trying to unlock the door.

“I can’t help myself. And if you don’t get that damn door open, I’m gonna fuck you right against it.”

With a breathless giggle, she finally gets it open and pulls me inside. The door slams shut behind us. In a frenzy, we tear off each other’s clothes, tossing them around the place, not giving a damn where they land. I grab her tight and slide my hand down her spine. I grip her ass, kneading the warm flesh. She rubs her pussy against the head of my cock, stroking it with her slick lips.

“My bedroom is the one on the left.” With a half-hooded gaze, her lips curl upward. “Now show me again just how much you missed me…”

CHAPTER8

CHLOE

Bruno leans into me, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss so deep and so filled with promise. He lifts me into his arms, never releasing my mouth as he carries me into my room. He stumbles, slamming into walls, both of us too enraptured to care. A lamp falls to the floor as we crash into the edge of the table. He backs me against a wall at the back of the short hallway, the force hard enough to shake the ornate picture frames hanging on either side of us.

Our hands move frantically over one another, unable to pull away, unwilling to end this all-too-perfect moment. He backs me into my bedroom and lays me onto the mattress. Dropping on top of me, he eyes me with the greed and hunger of a jungle predator.

His lips scorch every inch of my skin as I wiggle and writhe under him. Every nerve is on fire. I gasp for air as he takes each nipple into his mouth and drags it through his teeth, teasing and taunting each one until I squeal.

Sparks ignite in my core, my pussy crying out for everything he has to give. I roll my hips, thrusting upward to graze his cock. I need it. My God, I needhim.

His stubbled chin sends a shock of tingles throughout my body. It tickles my skin in the most provocative way. Shivers ripple through me, my belly clenching as his lips move closer to my pussy. His heart races alongside mine, his breathing just as labored. When he pushes my thighs open and dives deep into my core with his tantalizing tongue, a desperate scream escapes my lips.

I flounder on the mattress, one hand clenching his hair, one fisting the comforter. “Don’t…tease…” I rasp. “Just fuck me. Please!”

But he doesn’t listen. He loves the torture. He loves hearing me whimper and moan his name. He loves the control. Desperation creeps into my pleas, my clit throbbing as he continues his oral assault.

I want to cry. I want to shout. I want to laugh.

I want it all…and he’s the only man who can give it to me.

He strokes the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, sending tingles down to the tips of my toes. My belly clenches. I’m caught in a cloud of euphoria, consumed by the delicious haze as an orgasm tears through me. I clutch the pillow in my hands and hold it tight around my head as I surf the blissful wave.

I let go of the pillow and grip his muscular shoulders.

“I…need…your…cock,” I pant. “Now.”

He flashes his panty-melting grin. “So demanding.”

I gasp for air like a fish flipping and flopping around on the shore. “Yes. Get used to it.”

I reach for his cock. Long, thick, and hard, exactly what I need and want. I bring a hand to my mouth and give it a good lick before stroking him.

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