Page 99 of Mafia King of Lies

My thighs part slowly, deliberately. A silent offering.

“Tell me what you want, Maria,” he says, voice like velvet dragging over steel.

I swallow. His voice makes my legs shake, my heart’s racing, but it’s not fear—it’s anticipation. “Your mouth.”

“Where?”

He kisses the inside of my thigh, soft and slow, like he has all the time in the world. Each kiss sends a pulse of heat straight between my legs, the ache building with every breath.

He trails higher, closer—until his lips hover just above my clit, teasing, cruel, deliberate.

“On my pussy,” I whisper, already trembling, my voice cracking under the weight of need. “Please, Matteo.”

“Good girl,” he breathes. His hands grip my hips, strong and grounding. “Leg up.”

He lifts my leg over his shoulder with ease, his eyes never leaving mine. Then his mouth finally covers my clit—and I shatter.

A sharp cry escapes me as he sucks hard, his tongue drawing lazy, controlled circles. He’s not rushing. He’s savoring. Drawing it out like he knows how close I already am.

My back arches off the wall. My hands find his hair, fingers tightening, anchoring me.

He groans into me, the vibration sending a fresh wave of heat spiraling through my core.

“You taste like sin,” he growls into me. “The sweetest fucking sin.”

I whimper as his tongue slides down to lap at my folds, slow and methodical. He works me like he’s crafting a masterpiece. His beard is rough against my inner thighs, every graze of stubble adding another jolt of pleasure.

“You’re so wet already,” he murmurs. “All this for me?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Only you.”

A finger slides inside me, then another. He pumps slow and deep, curling his fingers just enough to make my knees buckle.

“Matteo, I—I can’t?—”

He rips his mouth away, licking his lips like he’s drunk on me. “Yes, you can,” he growls.

“Don’t run from it,” he says, dragging his tongue back up to flick over my clit. “Take it, Maria. Let go.”

His fingers keep moving, his mouth never stops, and I’m unraveling. My breath comes in sharp bursts. I want to cry and scream and beg, all at once.

“Matteo—fuck—don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

He groans again, tongue working faster now, fingers pressing deep. My orgasm builds slowly, torturously, a wave that keeps climbing.

Then—

He sucks hard, just once, and the world explodes.

My body convulses. My head thumps against the tile. I cry out his name like it’s the only word I’ve ever known. My legs shake around his shoulders, but he holds me through it—steady, relentless, insatiable.

Even after I come, he doesn’t stop right away. He licks softly now, like he’s easing me back to earth, and I can’t tell if I want to push him away or beg for more.

When he finally pulls back, I can barely breathe. My body feels boneless. My skin is flushed and tingling.

He rises slowly, watching me like he’s proud of what he’s just done—and maybe a little smug.

“You’re fucking divine,” he murmurs, voice rough with arousal. His cock presses hard against my thigh, thick and aching. “Turn around.”

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