Page 33 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings
“Just wait,” I gasped as he switched to my other nipple, giving it the same thorough attention. “He’ll be planning your funeral soon.”
Mr. Enigma continued downward, his tongue tracing patterns on my stomach that made my muscles jump and twitch. Without warning, he took my cock into his mouth, the sudden wet heat enveloping me completely.
My back arched off the bed as pleasure surged through me with shocking intensity. His tongue swirled around the head, tracing the sensitive ridge before taking me deeper. His hand wrapped around the base, creating a perfect tunnel of wet heat and firm pressure that had me gasping.
“Look at Mr. Iceflare,” Mr. Enigma instructed, pulling off just long enough to speak. “See how jealous he is that I’m tasting you.”
Mr. Iceflare’s entire body vibrated with barely contained rage. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, his chest heaving with each breath.
“He’s gone from wanting to strangle you to plotting your murder,” I managed, the words ending on a moan as Mr. Enigma’s mouth returned to my cock.
“He does,” Mr. Enigma confirmed with a wicked grin. “But he also wants to see you come. We all do. Don’t we, Mr. Storm?”
Mr. Storm nodded once, his eyes never leaving my face as his hand moved over his own length. “Beautiful,” he said, the single word carrying more weight than Mr. Enigma’s more elaborate praise.
Mr. Enigma took me back into his mouth with renewed enthusiasm. When he hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard, I couldn’t hold back a cry, my hands fisting in the sheets as pleasure built to unbearable heights.
His free hand moved lower, fingers sliding between my legs. When one finger breached me, curling upward to find that spot inside, I nearly came on the spot.
“Oh God!” I gasped, my back arching off the bed. “Right there, please.”
“Look at how hard he is just watching you,” Mr. Enigma said, adding a second finger alongside the first. “How much he wants to be the one making you fall apart.”
Mr. Iceflare’s expression had transformed into something primal and dangerous, his control visibly fraying with each passing second.
“He’s going to dismember you piece by piece,” I managed, the words ending on a genuine moan as Mr. Enigma’s fingers found that perfect spot again.
“Worth it,” Mr. Enigma replied with a wicked grin. “Just to see the look on his face when you come for me instead of him.”
He redoubled his efforts, his mouth and fingers working in perfect synchronization. When he hummed around me, the vibration was the final push I needed.
“I’m going to—” I gasped, my body tensing as pleasure built to unbearable heights.
“Come for me,” he commanded, the words vibrating around my length. “Let them see how beautiful you are when you fall apart.”
My climax ripped through me without mercy, a broken cry tearing from my throat as pleasure crashed through me in waves. My inner muscles clenched rhythmically around his fingers, my cock pulsing in his mouth as he swallowed everything I had to give.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, licking his lips as he looked up at me with hunger in his eyes. “Even better than I imagined.”
I collapsed against the pillows, boneless and gasping. Mr. Enigma moved up my body, his lips finding mine in a kiss that let me taste myself on his tongue, a strangely intimate gesture that made my heart race.
“You taste yourself?” he murmured against my lips. “That’s what perfection tastes like.”
“You’re quite the poet,” I said softly, letting my fingers trace the line of his jaw. “Do those lines work on all your conquests?”
“Not charm if it’s true,” he countered, his hand moving back between my legs where I was still wet despite my recent orgasm. “And you’re still so ready for more. For me.”
He positioned himself between my spread legs, his cock nudging against my entrance without yet breaching. “Do you want this?” he asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. “Want me inside you? Filling you up? Breeding you?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “Please, Mr. Enigma. I need you inside me.”
“Say it again,” he demanded, the head of his cock pressing more insistently against me. “Tell me exactly what you want. I want them to hear you beg for me.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “I want your cock,” I said, loud enough for the others to hear. “Inside me. Please, Mr. Enigma. Make me yours.”
His eyes darkened at my words, a satisfied smile curving his lips. “Since you asked so nicely,” he purred, beginning to push forward, the pressure building as he breached me inch by torturous inch.
“Did you see that, Mr. Iceflare?” Mr. Enigma called over his shoulder, his voice strained with the effort of restraint. “He’s begging for me. For my cock. And he feels fucking incredible.”
