Page 65 of Mafia King of Lies

A deep sound erupts from my throat, surprising even me. My back arches into him, his teeth grazing my soft skin.

“Matteo,” I breathe his name like a silent hoping for—needing for—more. “Please.”

I know exactly what I’m asking for, and I refuse to beg. He won’t deny me what my body craves.

He pulls back, his eyes laden with lust, and his lips plump from their assault on my own. His chest heaves up and down, his hands squeezing my thighs hard.

“Say it.” His commanding voice is laced with sex and need. “Say it, amore.”

“Fuck me, Matteo.” I lick my lips, trying to swallow down whatever timidness still resides within me. “Fuck me.”

His eyes flash and he growls before smashing his lips back down onto mine. He lifts from the counter with ease and carries me toward what I presume to be my room. I am too lost in the taste of him to know exactly where we are.

I hear the kicking of a door and then, a few seconds later, the closing. My tongue tangles with his, my senses completely overtaken by his presence. His large hands squeeze my ass and I squeal into his mouth in shock. He chuckles, deep and low, into our kiss, and the sound alone drives me crazy.

He sets me down on my feet, our lips never once leaving each other. He grabs my face in both his large hands and forces our lips apart. My lips are bruised from his assault. His darkened gaze moves over my face, taking me in with a new kind of hunger I’ve never seen in them before.

“Are you sure about this?” I can see he is fighting his restraint.

I don’t have the capacity to speak, so I simply nod my agreement.

As if possible, his stare darkens. “Strip.”

I blink, my mind barely catching onto what he said. “What?”

“Take off your clothes, amore.”

I bite down on my lip. This man has already seen me naked, but for some reason, I still feel so shy. Nonetheless, I push past it and peel off the fabric from my body. He is the only man I have ever been with. The only man I will ever have, and he sets my body alight in ways I can’t quite put into words.

The fabric pools at my feet, leaving me exposed and bare to his gaze. My nipples are taut, begging to be kissed by his lips. My wetness slicks my inner thigh, my body ready for him.

“Perfection.” His eyes move over my body drinking me in. “You are my Achilles heel, Maria.”

I swallow hard, trying to keep my cool, but I want nothing more than to pounce on him and have him claim me.

“We will do this my way, amore.” He grabs my hips and pulls me toward him. “It won’t be kind, it won’t be gentle, but I promise that I will adorn your body. What you give me is a gift and I will cherish it.”

I don’t speak. I simply press my hands on his chest.

“Get on the bed,” he commands. “Spread those gorgeous legs for me.”

I go onto the bed and move until my head is on the pillow and my legs are spread wide for him. I wait in anticipation for his kiss. And without hesitation, he comes in between my legs and dips his head low.

His tongue flicks against my skin, stealing the slickness from my thigh, and I nearly lose control. His large hand trails up my torso and comes to rest on my breast. He squeezes my nipples between his fingers and a wave of pleasure moves down myspine and pools at my center. The bundle of nerves in my clit is on fire.

“Matteo,” I moan into the dim lighting of my room. “Fuck.”

His mouth comes over my clit, and he sucks me hard. My legs buck, and I almost close my thighs in on him, but I have to resist. His tongue moves up and down the sensitive skin, teasing every inch of me.

“Heaven,” he mutters against my lips. “You taste divine.”

I don’t respond. I am too lost in the passion, drowning in the sweet abyss. I feel him in every fiber of my being. His touch overtakes my system.

Then without warning, he plunges two fingers into me and my back shoots off the mattress from the violent intrusion. His other hand presses me back down and he uses his hand and tongue to push me further and further to the edge of my passion.

“Matteo, please.” I am barely holding on as he continues to work my body in the most sinful ways. “More.”

I look down between my legs and I meet his amused gaze. He shoots me a devastatingly sexy smirk.

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