Page 74 of Mafia and Gold Digger

I shake my head, panic creeping through me. “If you make me go to a fake engagement party, I’m going to kill you.”

He raises an eyebrow at me. “Really?” he smirks.

“Yeah, really.” I nod enthusiastically. “Think guns, blood, gore, and candles and teddy bears on the sidewalk.”

His expression slides into a scowl. “They’ll be nogoddamn teddy bearsif I ever die.”

“What is it with you and teddy bears?” I mutter.

I feel him as he prowls behind me and bends his head to mine. “We need to have an engagement party. What about I give you something?” His warm breath caresses the side of my neck.

I don’t dare look around into his eyes. “Like?”

The silence beats between us. I’m holding my breath.

His tongue slides up the side of my throat. “Like I fuck you.”

I mean, who can resist an offer like that? A girl has needs after all. But I don’t want him to think I’m a pushover. “I’ll stay at the party for one hour tops.”

His lips skim the shell of my ear. “Two hours,” he growls, the rumble vibrating all the way down to my core. “And I’ll come to your closet and choose your dress. You’re not wearing any stolen shit to our engagement.”

“Fakeengagement,” I remind him as I exhale with a soft huff.

“Deal?” His fingers are edging up under my top, stroking the underside of my breasts.

“Deal,” I say with a breathy moan. And I smile to myself—because all the dresses I’ve brought to his place are all slinky, sexy...and deliciously stolen.

CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE

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I take her upstairs, and kicking the door shut behind me, I take her in my arms and kiss her hard. Greedy and demanding. Needing her and wanting her. I trail kisses down the side of her neck, making her shudder under my touch. I drag the skirt up her gorgeous legs. And she moans into my mouth as my fingers skim the skimpy fabric covering her mound before tugging it to one side.

I plunge a finger inside her.

“Oh God,” she groans as I finger-fuck her.

I need her now. I need her more and more. She’s turned me into an addict, a slave to our shared pleasure, and I don’t want to find my sanity again.

I pull her clothes off and then her thong, my eager fingers threatening to tear the expensive fabric. She’s fully naked now, and I shove her back onto the bed. Getting rid of my own clothes, I come down on top of her, kissing her again and again as I secure her wrists to the wrought iron headboard. She looks up at her arms, and I grin. “All mine to enjoy, and all mine to please.”

Continuing my trail of kisses down her body, I lick over the inside of her thigh down to her knee, then secure both her ankles to the bedframe, her legs spread.

I line up with her entrance. “You drive a hard bargain,” I growl, plunging my dick inside her when I say hard.

She cries out in pleasure. And it’s like goddamn music to my ears.

And as I take her without restraint, she moans as I continue kissing and licking over her tits, teasing her swollen nipples with strokes and sucks that I know bring her closer to the edge without letting her get all the way there.

And as I bring her to climax, I suddenly pull out. “Not yet!” I tell her.

She cries out in an indignant tone. “But?—”

“All you can do is take it,” I growl.

She tilts her head up and stabs me with her stare.

I kiss her body again and again. She tries to stretch closer to my mouth.But I’m the one in control. Kissing down her throat, I tongue her taut nipple.

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