Page 31 of The Mafia Heir's Obsession

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lucie

The knife issharp and ugly, the type used to cause maximum damage. To kill.

He slowly closes the distance between us and holds out his hand, drawing it over his palm.

I have to bite my lip hard to stop the scream from escaping.

I don’t think I’ve ever had the urge to scream and shriek more in my life than after meeting this man.

My eyes pop open wide. I don’t know what I expect, geysers of blood, an unholy wound, but he licks the knife and I catch a glimpse of silver on his tongue.

The piercing. My head spins at the sight. It’s so unbelievably hot.

I don’t know where this fetish I’ve developed for pierced tongues comes from, but it won’t go away.

Or maybe it’s just him. This dangerous, unhinged, violent man who just licked his own blood from a deadly knife.

He flicks the knife shut. Hands it to me. “Okay, so how… thorough are they with this? Do they, I don’t know, send it off for DNA tests? Have some kind of semen sampler ready to inspect?”

“How would I know? It’s not like I’ve done this before.”

“I don’t know either,” he snaps as he starts to pump his fist. “I don’t deal with maniacal parents who want to see virginal blood from their kid. It’s fucking weird.”

“It’s some outdated tradition.” I swallow. “They probably just want to hold it up and admire the fact I’ve been claimed by my husband. I don’t know.”

“Calm down, sweet Joy.”

“Call me Lucie.”

“I’ll call you whatever I damn well want, and when we do fuck, you’re going to love it.”

My head gets light when my pussy throbs like his fingers are still pumping in there, still leading me right on up to orgasmic bliss only to stop and pull the delicious bliss away.

“Now, how much blood and where? Do you want to make it look like we?—?”

“Jesus! I’ve never lost my stupid virginity.” A laugh escapes. “Maybe just the normal spot?”

“Missionary. So fucking boring. Well, I guess it depends on how you do it, but…” He slides me a long look as I keep laughing. “Stop it.”

“This is funny.”

“No,” he says, his mouth turning up, “it isn’t. It’s fucking hysterical.” And he starts laughing, too.

I rush over and take his hand and hold it where I know my ass would be if I was on my back. “There.”

He lets a few drops fall, then smears them, and to my eternal delight and disgust, he leans down, spits, and rubs that in, too.

“A work of fucking art.”

“This is absolutely insane,” I say.

He’s smiling and it lights up his eyes and holy fuck, he’seven hotter like this. He’s a beautiful man, handsome, and dangerous and when he smiles… he breaks all the records.

Callahan backs me into the bed and rolls me on top of it, kissing me, nipping my lips, kissing and sucking my neck. His demanding mouth moves to both breasts, tugging at my nipples and then sliding his studded tongue against one, then the other. It shoots sparks of pleasure through me.

I’m not laughing anymore. We’re kissing and he’s mauling me, pushing my skirt up to my waist.

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