Page 30 of The Mafia Heir's Obsession

It all makes me beyond hard.

Because the way she turns back and looks at me with those golden eyes that are liquid desire says she’s seconds from dropping to her knees and blowing me.

I can already feel her hot lips around my pierced cock, running her tongue down the Jacob’s Ladder, up and over the Prince Albert and the tattoo I have on the base.

“I didn’t want this. It wasn’t supposed to be me getting married.”

Yeah, but you’re so much fucking better.

The thought shocks me for a second.

“You ever mess around with any guys before?”

She nods stiffly.

“How many?”

“Times?” Lucieblushes.

“Guys.”

“One.”

“Good, I only need to kill one guy. I’ll need his name.”

She starts to laugh but stops when she sees my face. “You’re not killing anyone.”

“I might, we’ll see how it goes.”

I go up to her and rip her wedding dress open because I need to see some flesh.

Her shriek pierces the air. I push the material off. “Now she screams.”

The dress is half-off and I can see pale rose nipples, hard through the lace of her lingerie. I drag her up to me and take her mouth in a wild, deep kiss, and as I do, I push her down on the bed, lowering myself on top of her.

She writhes under me, fingers in my hair, tugging at my clothes. I kiss my way down to her left breast and suck her nipple through the lace, just enough to make her arch, not enough to make me lose control.

Though I can’t help myself from dragging my hand up under the skirt and ripping her panties to stroke and tease her pussy. So hot and wet. Perfection.

She’s panting. “Callahan, what if?—”

“Relax, I’m not gonna fuck you.” I shove two fingers into her and pump them, edging her up and up until she’s a mess, my hand wet, her hips thrusting for me.

Fuck, I want her so badly. I roll off her before I can’t stop myself from going further. Her eyes drop to the erection that’s straining against my pants, and bless her perverted little innocent heart, she licks her lips. “Do you want?—?”

I come back down over her, holding myself above her by my arms. “Want you to blow me?”

She nods.

I get up, get my knife from my inside pocket of my tux. “Darling, you’re not ready for my cock. And I’m sure as fuck not getting down and dirty with you in here. I’m not that twisted.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“No.”

She sucks in a breath as she registers the steel blade so close to her. “W-hy do you have a knife?”

I help her off the bed with my free hand. “To dothis.”

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