Page 41 of Mafia Heiress
“Now you can go.” I pull down my tank to cover the wound. He just shakes his head and goes into the other room, before coming out with a button down shirt slung over his arm.
“Let’s get that shirt off of you.”
He bends down and helps me up to a sitting position. I watch as he peels the tank from my waist and travels up, lifting one hand up at a time, finally pulling it free over my head.
His eyes go wide when he notices I don’t have a bra on. My tits are out and proud, teasing him like a peep-show window.
Inhaling a breath he goes to move around me and slips the button down over my shoulders, careful not to jostle me. I watch his controlled movements and if this was another time I’d feel more than happy to have his hands all over me.
His nimble fingers begin to button the shirt, but I grab onto them, too curious for my own good.
“Why?” I whisper, watching his impossibly gorgeous, blue eyes flint back and forth trying to figure me out.
“Why what?” he asks, hands still held in stasis waiting for my command.
“Why did you put the bid in? I know Marcello’s truth and I can guess Ciro’s, but you’re not like them. You’re normal. Someone who isn’t a part of this life. Why?”
He considers me for a moment, watching me as if he’s unsure. I don’t think he wants to tell me everything, but I can see it bothers him all the same.
“I can only give you a small portion of the truth as the rest isn’t mine to tell. I need to have the power your family can offer. This was the easiest way to get it.”
I nod, understanding. Power is something we both crave. None of this was ever for love. I wish I knew about the money and what they had to do. From the beginning I had my eye on the prize, but being kept out of the loop doesn’t sit with me well. If there was a money exchange I should have been included.
“Power is intoxicating. It’s something I’ve always been after. Tell me, Dante, if I should pick you, share this power with you, what will you do for us? For me?”
I’m playing with fire, but between the physical pain and the thoughts running through my mind, I need a distraction. This day, while it might be normal for Ciro, it’s nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Maybe I need a distraction, something to take me away for a while.
“For you? There isn’t much I wouldn’t do for you. If you were my wife, that is.”
It takes me a moment to understand what he’s saying. Pick him and I’d be his world, but what if I don’t want to be someone’s world. What if I want to own the world?
He lets go of my unbuttoned shirt and pushes it slightly open, so my tits are exposed once again. He grazes his fingers over my collarbone and down my sternum to the center of my breasts where my chain rests.
“What is this for?” he asks, holding the charms in his hand.
“My baptism cross, the evil eye for protection, and the anchor for hope.”
“Hope. In what? What do you hope for, Jack?”
I lean up, so that his hand is forced back to my chest and I get in his face, licking my lips. “To be Queen.”
His eyes go wide and his tongue darts out to lick his lips, but I catch it before it can disappear, pulling him into a kiss that I desperately craved. I lay down, pulling him with me. He braces himself on either side of me, making sure to not touch my wound.
The kiss is deep and passionate. So unlike Ciro or Marcello. The pace he sets is in control, but with a creativeness that shocks me. If this kiss is anything like how he fucks, I’m not sure I want to wait.
He threads his hand in my hair and pulls my neck to the side to expose my pulse to him. He kisses down my chin, to my throat, making me squirm underneath him.
“This can’t go far. You’re still injured,” he mumbles into my chest before he takes a nipple inside of his mouth. I groan, trying to arch my back off the couch, but he holds me firm underneath him.
“Make me feel good then. I want to forget about today. No money, no killings, just me letting go.”
He swirls his tongue over my peaked bud and bites down gently before releasing it with a pop. He sits up and examines me for a moment, before making his decision.
He grabs my hand, placing kisses on my palm before resting it on his cock. His sweatpants are doing nothing to hide his erection. The hardness of him, makes my pussy clench wondering what he has in store for us.
“I want you to feel how much I want you right now. This is all because of you. These tits and those soulful eyes. I want nothing more than to fuck you untill you can’t remember what day it is. But for now, I’ll be satisfied with you fisting my cock while I finger fuck you.”
And my panties ignite into flames.
