Page 12 of Her Michigan Mob Boss

“Okay, then.” It was an easy decision to make. “I’ll stay.”

The ghost of a smile crossed Ciaran’s lips. “Good girl. Now, strip.”

It was a command, not a request. It felt like he was testing me. He wanted to see if I really was committed to doing as he said. If I showed hesitation, he might end this right now.

Reaching behind me, I lowered my zipper and pulled my arms free from the capped sleeves. Wiggling my hips, I shimmied out of my dress. It was one of my favorites, bought on my last shopping trip with my mother before she became too ill to leave the house. She persuaded me to buy it because the cornflower blue brought out the color of my eyes. I liked the fit-and-flare style. It emphasized my breasts, which were small but nicely rounded, and pinched in at my waist. The swish of fabric against my bare legs as I walked made me feel like I was floating on air.

As I stepped out of the pool of fabric at my feet, I wished I’d chosen better footwear. The white sneakers I’d worn because I thought I’d be walking a lot were comfortable, but the black kitten heels I’d discarded in favor of them were sexier. I kicked off my sneakers, hoping Ciaran didn’t think I was frumpy.

When I looked up to meet his searing gaze, I felt anything but plain. This incredibly attractive man wanted me. He was practically drooling, but in a manly, controlled way.

“Remove the rest of it,” Ciaran commanded when I paused a moment too long.

His impatience gave me a thrill. He might be the dominant one here, but his desire for me gave me power.

Immediately obeying, because there was nothing else I could do in the face of his deliciously stern tone, I stripped off my bra and panties. My movements were rushed, uncoordinated. I almost lost my balance as I stepped out of my underwear and only just stopped myself from stumbling. Perhaps I should have taken it slower, attempted a seductive dance. No, that wasn’t my style. I’d have looked like an even bigger idiot.

When I was fully clothed, I’d felt good about myself. I knew I looked great in the dress. Now that I was totally nude, my confidence dissolved in a puddle of insecurity. My cheeks burned as Ciaran walked around me slowly, inspecting every inch of my naked body. I’d never been put under such intense scrutiny before, and it took an immense effort not to squirm.

Suddenly, a list of all my imperfections scrolled through my mind. There was that weird, dark brown freckle under my right breast. From a certain angle, it looked like a map of Germany. My stomach had a bit of a paunch. A scar cut a jagged path across my shoulder, the result of a cycling accident when I was a teenager.

Ciaran said nothing as he cast an assessing gaze over every inch of me. He finally came full circle to stand in front of me, staring down at my pussy. As a personal preference, I waxed regularly, but I wondered whether he preferred a more natural look. It didn’t matter. I could hardly grow my hair back on command. My mind whirling as I awaited his judgement, I wrung my hands together. My previous boyfriends had found fault with my body. It would kill me if Ciaran did the same.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

The reverence in Ciaran’s tone gave me a sense of power. I was a goddess he wanted to worship.

“And for the next twenty-four hours, you’re mine.” He stared at me expectantly, seeming to want a response.

“Yes, Ciaran, I’m yours,” I said, only too willing to put myself in his hands.

“Good girl. Now, turn around, bend at the waist and grab the edge of the table.” Ciaran’s voice was husky with desire.

As I followed his instructions and assumed the correct position, I noticed the gilt-edged mirror hanging above the table for the first time. I winced as I saw my face. My eyes were puffy, my lips swollen. Red streaks ran down my pale cheeks from when I’d cried. I didn’t know why I’d been so overcome with emotion after Ciaran fucked my mouth. Perhaps it was because I felt a connection to him that would never have the chance to flourish. The thought saddened me, and I did my best to banish it. I couldn’t allow my time here to be soured by the knowledge that this wouldn’t last.

Despite the mess I was, Ciaran still wanted me. The evidence of that prodded me in the back as he stepped closer to nuzzle my neck. He kissed me softly, then trailed his lips down his spine to the small of my back. I shuddered as his lips tickled that sensitive area.

Straightening, Ciaran nudged the inside of my ankle with his foot, a silent instruction to spread my legs wider that I immediately obeyed. As I adjusted my stance, he retrieved his wallet from his pocket and fished out a condom. Quickly lowering his pants and boxer shorts, he ripped open the foil packet with his teeth. His concentration as he rolled the condom onto his impressive length made me smile.

My mouth fell open as he slid his hand over my ass, caressing the still-tender flesh. When I’d thought spanking would be a disappointment after what I’d read in romance novels, I was wrong. It was so much better than I’d imagined. Lying across Ciaran’s knee with my bottom exposed had made me vulnerable, but it also opened me up to the new sensations surrender could bring. For the first time in my life, I relinquished control, and the payoff was incredible. Ciaran had unleashed something inside of me and I wanted more.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured, no doubt referring to the marks I was sure his punishment had left on my pale skin.

Ciaran’s hand slid between my legs, and I moaned as his fingers glided through my soaked flesh. I met his gaze in the mirror as he held his hand up, his fingertips glistening with my arousal.

“Is this for me?” The cockiness in his tone told me he knew the answer to his own question.

“Yes.” I’d never been so turned on so quickly. One touch from Ciaran seemed to be all it took to make me desperate to be filled. I pushed my hips back, so ready for him, it hurt.

“Greedy girl,” Ciaran scolded, though his tone suggested he was secretly amused.

“Just fuck me already.” I didn’t know where my boldness was coming from. Something about this man was making me act in uncharacteristic ways.

Putting his hands on my hips to hold me just where he wanted me, Ciaran eased his rigid cock into me at an agonizingly slow pace. I whined, but a sharp smack on my already sore ass told me to exercise patience. It wasn’t easy. I craved this man’s domination. He pushed forward one tantalizing inch at a time until he was finally fully seated inside me. I’d already known he was big, but once he was all the way in, I felt like I was being split in two.

He pulled back and thrust gently a couple of times. Slow and steady was safe. It was what I was used to. It wasn’t what I wanted right now.

“More,” I demanded. In the past, I’d been afraid to ask for what I needed, but with Ciaran I felt safe to lay out my desires. There was no cause for embarrassment here. We were two consenting adults having a fling. It wasn’t as if I was going to run into him a week from now and regret being so pushy. “I want more.”

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