Page 11 of The Mafia Heir's Obsession

When his tongue slides into my mouth, my brain feels like it’s imploding as desire floods every part of me. In that moment, everything changes. He’s flipped all my internal switches to on, and I grind up against him, my fingers pulling him even closer as I eagerly kiss him back.

He tastes of cigarettes—a heady mix of tobacco, sin, and a darkness I desperately want to let consume my soul. And God help me, there’s that sweet trace of sugar and booze—the Jack and Coke I splashed in his face left just a hint on his lip that I eagerly lick before plunging my tongue back into the hot depths of his mouth. Our tongues tangle, and I feel something on his—a hard, smooth, and intriguing presence sliding against mine.

His hand slips into my hair, causing my hat to fall off, and I moan as he pulls me onto his leg, rubbing me along his thigh. The rough fabric of his pants—wool, maybe—grates againstthe delicate lace of my panties, making my pussy clench and ache.

This man is like a wild trip into darkness, into a side of me I’ve never fully explored, and I press closer against him as a shudder ripples through me, my clit lit up by the pressure of his leg taunting me.

Broken, splintered thoughts zap my mind, but I can barely catch a single one that can register above the pounding of my heart and the rush of my blood. His touch is scorching hot, his body so undeniably hard and muscular and powerful. I’ve never been in the arms of a man like him before. Heck, I’ve barely done anything physical with a guy before tonight, and even then, they were all boys. No freaking comparison to him.At all.

His kiss shifts and I swallow a gasp at what I feel next.

No. No way. It can’t be.

Because… holy shit. He has to be otherworldly because I can’t imagine a human would have something that big down there.

His kisses soften, trailing down to my throat where his teeth nip against my skin before his tongue finds a path up to my ear. My knees buckle.

I’m so ready. Take me to the mother ship.

I’m buzzing, melting—like a flickering flame—as he provides me with all the oxygen my desires need to feed on.

“You want more, my little vixen?” he whispers.

I can’t form words. All I can do is moan, my eyes rolling back as he continues his relentless assault on me.

He leans close, his breath hot against my face. “I want to taste that hot cunt of yours, so wet and needy against my thigh. I love how you’re trying to use me to chase your pleasure. I bet you taste so fucking sweet.” He brushes his lips over mine.

His accent lilts a little at that, but the only thing consuming my mind right now is surrendering to him. This whole night has been crazy and intense, and I need this. I need him. This psychopathic madman. His fingers. His mouth. His cock.

I want it all.

And for that I should probably have my head examined.

Tomorrow.

I moan again as he bites and sucks hard on my throat, my pussy burning, throbbing, and hypersensitive. Then he drops his thigh and licks the outer shell of my ear. “I’m not gonna fuck you here on the ground. For now, I’m just going to claim you.”

I try to sputter out a protest, but the words die on my tongue as his fingers glide up my thighs. Their slick movement tells me I’m wet, dripping for him. When he grazes my pussy, I nearly scream, and his other hand clamps over my mouth. “Don’t worry, I want you to scream—just not here,” he murmurs.

Those words are a threat and a promise all at once, and my pussy aches beneath his teasing strokes over the lace. Then, slowly, he slips three fingers beneath its edging. He explores my outer lips, then ventures in and trails down along my slit, and suddenly I am mindless—my body exists only where he touches me. Each touch feels like a thousand volts of electricity surging through me. When he brushes over my clit, I moan into his hand, struggling to focus as his dark eyes burn into me from behind his mask. The intensity of his stare is almost as erotic as his caresses.

Frank parts my lips deliberately, slowly pushing a finger inside and crooking it upward. Then he adds another. I shake and shudder, consumed by the throbbing intensity his touch unleashes.

“Ah, Jesus, you’re fucking tight. And hot. Christ, the thingsI’d do to ruin your cunt, your ass—I’d make it so you couldn’t walk, so you’d beg for me,” he growls.

I’m on the brink, almost beggingnow, and he starts to thrust into me, curling his fingers inside. This time, I can’t hold back a scream into his hand, and a slow grin spreads across his face.

“More, sweet thing, more. I want you to come so hard that I consume your every waking and unconscious moment. I’ll invade your fucking dreams, make you crave me every second of every day.”

He doesn’t kiss me again, and I ache for that close contact almost as much as I desire the rhythmic motion of his fingers inside me—the way his thumb rubs my spot, sending sparks leaping through every nerve.

Then Frank shifts slightly, dropping his other hand to wrap around my throat, squeezing just enough to restrict my breath—a distraction—while his thumb finds my clit. Everything spikes. He squeezes again, and the lack of oxygen makes my sensations go into overdrive. I’m gasping for air, leaning into him as I teeter, caught in a swirling storm of pleasure. I’m about to come—my first orgasm with a man, and I don’t even know who he is, other than his first name.

The pressure becomes unbearable. His gaze is locked on me, and suddenly, a tidal wave of delicious, heart-stopping, toe-curling pleasure explodes in violent throbs and spasms. I try to cry out, but he swallows my sound, replacing it with a kiss as passionate and erotic as the relentless thrusting of his fingers and rubbing of his thumb.

I tremble and quake—the sensations don’t stop. They go on and on and on until I don’t think I can take any more. Then he tightens his grip on my throat as his kisses turn tender, and I come again. He releases his hold yet keeps kissing me as his thumb slides aside and his fingers continue theirlazy, deliberate thrusts, drawing out every last diminishing wave of orgasm from me.

Finally, Frank lifts his head, removes his fingers, and slides his thigh back into place, leaving me sagging and limp from the intensity of what he just did to me. He brings his fingers to his nose and breathes in deeply, like sampling an expensive perfume to see how it reacts with his own chemistry. Then, eyes locked on me, he sucks them. “Knew it. Fucking sweet as hell,” he murmurs.

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