Page 52 of Mafia Heiress
The tables are covered with linens and there is candlelight spread throughout. It’s as if someone took a speakeasy from the 1930’s and brought it to the twenty-first century.
“You should dance. You look like a stick in the mud, miserable on your special day,” Ana says, over the music.
“This wasn’t my idea, remember?” I retort, taking a swing of the extremely expensive champagne she ordered.
“Fuck you. Let’s dance. I don’t want to hear it. This is my night out and you’re gonna like it.”
She grabs my drink, places it on the table and pulls me from my seat. I can’t help but laugh and follow her lead. As much as I don’t want to be here, it will be good for me to get over everything that happened with Marcello.
It’s been two days since we slept together and I haven’t heard from him. It’s as if he’s disappeared. I’m truly afraid he won’t return, and that night is all I’ll ever get.
“Get the puss off your face. Let go and stop worrying,” she shouts, leading me into the crowd.
Bodies press around us and soon the beat takes over. I’m not a fan of this type of music, but surrounded by all these people it seeps into my soul and my body follows.
My hands roam up my body and reach into the sky. My hips sway to the beat and I close my eyes just feeling the moment. I let it all go. Everything that’s worrying me, my father’s kidnapping, the thought of losing Marcello.
Hands creep up behind me and I stop moving to look behind me. A sly smile comes over the guy and I roll my eyes.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, pulling away to turn around, but he holds me firm.
“Remember the last time I was behind you like this? Cause I do. The way you screamed my name. I can’t seem to get it outta my head.”
“Is that all you think about, Ciro?”
“It is when you’re near me. It’s like you’re a drug I can’t seem to shake. The way your body goes in time with the beat of this music. I couldn’t stand to not be near you any more.”
He spins me around to face him and the heat in his eyes goes straight to my core. He roams his hands down my side and finds the short hem of my dress. His fingers graze over my skin and a shudder runs up my body.
“I’d fuck you right here if I could.”
Bending down, he kisses my neck, traveling toward my earlobe. He sucks in his mouth before giving it a gentle bite, making me grab onto his biceps. His muscles are tense underneath me, and I can imagine him taking me against a wall.
“We’re in public. This isn’t exactly normal behavior for me,” I whisper, running my hands up his arms to his shoulders.
He pulls away for a moment, and looks me dead in the eyes. “Let’s take it somewhere private then.”
Before I can answer he’s pulling me out of the crowd. I turn at the last minute, getting a glance at a very pissed off Ana. I’m gonna hear her mouth later.
People part as he drags me down a long corridor to a secluded nook between the walls. He slams me against one, and I can’t argue that it’s one of the hottest things he’s even done.
“I’m gonna fuck that sweet pussy until come drips down your legs and you can’t walk back to your little party.”
“You talk too much, Ciro. I’m an action girl. I want to see what you got.”
His lips are on me in a moment, demanding that I take all of him. His hand presses on my collar bone and my back arches into him. He parts my legs with his thigh and I spread for him, more than willing.
Cupping my ass he lifts my leg up, grinding his jeans on the thin fabric of my panties. My dress pops around my waist and my bare ass is exposed to anyone who enters the hallway.
“You like it that people could see us? You want to show them what a bad girl you are?”
“Yes, please. Ciro, I need you inside of me.”
The sound of his zipper and our breathing is the only thing I’m aware of. He slides his fingers between us and moves over my panties to enter me. He pumps several times, not gentle, making me curl into myself.
“That’s it, principessa. Come for me. I know you like to be finger fucked. I’m gonna beat this pussy so the whole club can hear you scream.”
I have never been this turned on in my life. His fingers pump in and out, hitting me in all the right places. I grab onto his hair and beg him to go faster and harder.
