Page 56 of Taken By the Mafia King
“That’s it,” he whispered, eyes shining with sudden pride.
I reached between us, finding it hard to catch my breath. I circled my trembling fingers over my clit, biting down my lip as I held his gaze.
“Keep doing that,” he whispered, kissing away a tear. “You’re doing so well.”
It started in my thighs, that creeping warmth that tightened every muscle in my body as it spread upward toward where I was joined in an unholy act with the Mano Della Morte. His eyes were fixed on mine, watching me come undone as he used my body with shocking tenderness. With love and purpose. With desire and even hate, and everything in between.
My breath hitched as that tension snapped and I clamped down around his cock. He fisted the pillow beneath my head and roared my name as he and I came undone at the same moment, like he was holding back and waiting for me to meet him there at the precipice.
He spilled himself, and I milked him dry. The tips of our noses touched, our eyes barely open, our breathing matched.
“Killian,” I mumbled, my voice strained and full of emotion I couldn’t name or make sense of. He opened his eyes and looked at me, and then something shifted. Something changed.
“What’s the matter?” I asked him, but he didn’t respond.
He only looked at me like I was the biggest mistake he’d ever made in his life.
CHAPTER 42
KILLIAN
“Killian.” Sera breathed my name into the darkness. Her voice oozed with pleasure and contentment. I’d never heard her speak my name like that.
I hovered over her, my breath ragged in my lungs, my cock still inside her. She made no effort to move. Instead, she lay there dreamily, a small smile curling the corners of her perfect lips. When her eyes fluttered open, they shone like gems in the darkness.
Her gaze cut me.
I pushed off the bed, leaving her empty and grasping at the blankets to replace my warmth.
“Killian?” This time, my name held a note of confusion. Unease.
That was more like it.
She propped herself up on her elbows and watched as I zipped up my fly and moved to the door. “Where are you going?”
“I have business to attend to,” I said flatly, pausing before I opened the door.
“Oh. Are you coming back after?”
I should have at least told her goodnight or said something—anything—but I simply walked out the door and locked it behind me, trapping her inside once again.
Alone.
She didn’t even knock on the door or ask me to come back. Silence choked the hallway as I walked toward the stairwell. That made me feel worse, like I’d thrown water on whatever fire burned in her blood. I rested my fist against the wallpaper, fighting the urge to punch a hole through the wall in order to feel something other than regret.
Not regret for sleeping with her. Regret that I’d put myself in a vulnerable position with a woman whose safety was already at risk, even in my own home. Whatever was igniting between us—something I couldn’t ignore any longer—would be the end of us both if I wasn’t careful.
Plus, it seemed she was a virgin before I laid claim to her. Had I not seen the sheets beneath her when I left her room, I wouldn’t have fully believed it. She’d been open and pliable in my hands, with no fear or second-guessing the fire that burned within us both. She’d fully submitted to my primal demands without hesitation. More than that, she’d made it clear that the longing I could not dampen within me coursed through her veins as well.
Her body had been made for mine.
So why did I feel like such shit for taking it?
Steeling myself, I moved to the top of the stairs as the first inklings of morning light started to drift through the windows in the grand foyer. A few of my men had arrived for the day, some of them looking haggard from a night spent gathering intel on the aftermath of our raid on Giuseppe’s warehouses. They lingered in the foyer awaiting orders.
Mikey looked up and spotted me above. He nodded in greeting. “Morning, Boss.”
I ran my hand over my face, rubbing away the fatigue. That raid had only been a few hours ago. How could that be? It seemed like days had passed. I’d never been a man who craved sleep, but I felt like I could have fallen into bed and slept for hours. Days. Maybe Sera’s bed.
