Page 121 of Mafia King of Lies

My words are enough to ignite a fire within his eyes. He crashes his lips down onto mine. The kiss is searing and unlike anything he has ever given me before. It claims every cell in my body and torches me with his mark.

I need this tonight. I need him. Because after tonight, it will all fall apart.

Our mouths crash together with ferocity, tongues battling for dominance. He lifts me into his arms, carrying me to the edge of the bed before lowering me with careful hands. I rip my lips from his, breathless, staring him dead in the eyes.

“Get on your knees,” I demand.

Something wild and dangerous flashes in his eyes. A challenge. For a heartbeat, I think he’ll resist—Matteo has never been one to yield control. But then, slowly, deliberately, he sinks to his knees before me, his gaze never leaving mine.

Power surges through me, intoxicating and raw. I reach out, threading my fingers through his dark hair, gripping just tight enough to make his breath catch. His hands slide up my thighs, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, voice rough like gravel. His thumbs trace circles on my inner thighs, inching higher with agonizing slowness.

I don’t answer. Instead, I tighten my grip on his hair and pull him closer. His hot breath fans against me through the thin fabric of my nightdress, making me shiver.

“Maria,” he breathes my name. “Tell me what you want.”

Instead of answering, I simply place my foot on the edge of the bed and lift my dress to reveal my throbbing core. There is a buzz that moves through the air.

His eyes darken with a deep lust and passion. “You want me to eat you out?”

“Yes.” I thread my fingers deeper into his hair. “I want you to make me come with your mouth. Make it feel like the first time you ever touched me.”

I don’t give him a chance to respond. I shove his head to my pussy, forcing him into action.

He gives himself to me completely, his mouth claiming me with a reverence that betrays his hunger. My head falls back as his tongue sweeps against me, precise and knowing. He remembers everything—every spot that makes me tremble, every rhythm that drives me wild.

I roll my hips against his face, chasing the pleasure that builds like a storm inside me. His hands grip my thighs, holding me open for him as he devours me. When he slides a finger inside, curling it just so, I cry out, my body arching.

“Oh, yes!” I sigh into the dimly lit room. “Fuck me with your mouth.”

Matteo knows my body better than I do. He knows exactly where to press, where to lick, where to suck until I’m trembling and incoherent. My thighs quiver around his head, and I can feel his smile against me, smug and satisfied even as he worships me.

“That’s it,” he murmurs against my flesh. “Let me hear you, Maria. Come undone for me.”

Another finger joins the first, stretching me, filling me, while his tongue continues its relentless assault. My thighs begin to shake. I’m close—so close—but I don’t want it to end. Not yet. I want to prolong this for as long as I can.

I pull his hair again, forcing a grunt from deep within his throat. The sound drives me crazy.

“Don’t stop,” I command, my voice breaking as he circles my clit with maddening slowness. “Don’t you dare stop.”

He hums against me, the vibration sending a jolt up my spine. His hands grip my hips, pulling me closer to his hungry mouth.

“Fuck,” I breathe. I feel myself nearing the edge. This man works me in ways that I cannot fully comprehend. “Matteo, I’m going to…”

He bites down gently on my clit and that is my undoing. The orgasm rips through me, splitting me in two.

“Yes!” My scream fills the room. My voice echoes against the walls as I roll my center into his mouth as the orgasm rides out.

Matteo hums in appreciation before he pulls away and looks up at me with shining eyes. He laps up my wetness, holding eye contact from knees, the crescendo of my orgasm dripping from his lips.

I grab his chin and slam my lips against his. I taste the sweetness, and my heart hammers in my chest. He rises to his feet, his hands making quick work of removing my dress. And then I stand before him naked and bare.

Usually, this would be the time that I would reach for his length and get on my knees. But I don’t. This isn’t about him tonight. Tonight, I take what I want from him. It’s about my pleasure. My wants and needs.

“Take off your clothes,” I command, ignoring the ache rising in my chest. “All of them. Now.”

His eyes spark with a gleam of mischief, and he smiles. “Your wish is my command.” And so he takes his clothes off, layer by layer, until he stands bare in front of me.

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