Page 26 of Claimed By the Possessive Mafia Prince
DARIO
That night, my dick is in my hand. I stroke up and down as my mind returns to the kiss, the softness of her lips, her personality evident in the way she pressed herself against me.
Hungry, eager, and yet reserved, guilty. Classic Siena.
In the fantasy, the kissing progresses, and soon we’re lying on a bed of palm leaves. She pulls her dress up, rustling it around the tempting, mouthwatering thickness of her thighs. Her honey eyes urge me on as I free my steel and guide it to her underwear, spots of wetness making me savage.
“I want you,” she moans.
“Then stop pretending you don’t.”
“It’s not as simple as that.”
I groan as I push her underwear aside, revealing her wet slit. In reality, I’m pumping my cock hard, precome gliding up and down my length, my girth aching as an explosion threatens to erupt.
“Is this what you want? Just a fuck?”
“What if I want more?”
The fantasy feels vividly real. I can feel her soft skin, taste her breath on my lips. When I slip inside of her, it’s like I can feel the heat of her perfect pussy wrapping around me. I thrust, gliding deep, and she responds by bucking her hips and grinding her hands down my back.
Soon, I can’t take it anymore. I pump my hand even harder.
Hot come erupts out of me, shooting onto my stomach, rivulets of release running between the gradations of my abs.
Standing, I step into the en-suite and take a quick shower, then wrap a towel around my waist and walk onto the balcony of my room, looking up at the sky of stunningly clear stars. I wonder what Siena is doing right now, if she’s thinking of me, if the kiss meant as much to her as it did to me.
The next morning, I get my answer.
I wake early and go for a run, enjoying the heat and the sweat coating my entire body. As I jog past the collection of buildings that serve as the hospitality wing.
I spot Siena leaning against the wall, twirling her hair around her fingers.
She looks beautiful–no shock–and there’s something unmistakably flirty in her body language as she leans toward a tall man. The man says something, and she laughs like it’s the funniest thing in the world.
What are you doing?A sensible voice growls in my head as I approach.Are you going to start a fight over this?
Siena looks up, honey eyes getting wide for a moment. She bites her lip as she avoids my gaze. The man turns as he hears me approach. He’s almost as tall as I am, a handsome fella with bronze skin and dark eyes.
“Can I help you, sir?” he says.
I stop, realizing I haven’t got a plan, except I don’t like the way Siena is laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
Do you hear yourself?
Neither of them answers. Pure shock and confusion cover both their faces.
“Excuse me?” the man finally says.
“Care to share the joke?”
“We’re discussing an order of flowers for the vow renewal,” Siena says stiffly. “Is there something I can help you with?”
Suddenly, I feel like a jackass. Perhaps this feeling should’ve come much sooner. Siena’s kissable lips are frowning at me now instead.
“No,” I grunt.
