Page 44 of Runaway in the Mafia
“I don’t think we should be alone.”
“Stop thinking then.”
She didn’t budge. I took a step forward, and she stepped back. I saw two pairs of hands on the edge of the curtains. A male and a female. Great. We were the fucking entertainment.
I groaned. “Ahana, can you get in the car?”
“No.” Her voice was shaky. You’d think I was dragging her to the pits of hell. “This is inappropriate. I’m calling for a taxi.”
“What’s inappropriate is you going anywhere with anyone dressed like that. Now get into the damn car.”
She pulled out her phone. Shouldn’t have. Two strides and I had her. She squealed, and I slapped her hard on her ass. My hand stung. That’s how mad she had me. “Put me down,” she squealed.
“Should have fucking listened to me.” I gritted through my teeth.Jesus, her ass. My cock pulsed in my pants. I wanted to put her in the back seat, shove her face on the leather and fuck her on all fours. Give my fuckingconsigliereand his wife an actual show.
But like the good boy my Mamma brought up, I just dropped her on the seat like a sack of potatoes. An exquisitely exotic and heady sack of potatoes.
I put my face an inch from hers. Her intentions were clear as a made man with a gun. “You run, I’ll come after you and I’ll whack your ass five times harder.” The words were out before I could use my fucking brains. Fuck. I shouldn’t have. I pulled back with worry. But it wasn’t trauma I saw in her eyes.Well, fuck me. She was turned on.
Finally. This show was about to start, and I was here for it. I yanked the seat belt and buckled her in, all the while gritting my teeth because, for all my bad intentions, I wasn’t fucking her in front of an audience.
Her breathing was heavy. Laboured. Her hands fisted on the seat. An insane need took over to slip my hand in between her legs and see if she was wet. For me.
A short laugh escaped me, and I shook my head. This was only because I hadn’t fucked in like forever. I couldn’t even remember the last time. I fuck her once and I could get rid of this itch, the one crawling all over me on pins and needles.
I stood up, slammed her door, and walked around. By the time I got in, my molars were clenched so hard, I was in danger of cracking my jaw.
“I don’t know what your problem is.”
I gave her a death glare before starting the motor.You.You are the fucking problem.
I was out of the driveway and on the main road before she grated on my nerves again. “Can you at least stop kidnapping me?”
“Can you stop fighting me?” I snapped back.
I took my view off the road to glare at her and found her with her arms crossed, killing me with her looks. Unbelievable. A small laugh escaped me. “Never going to happen, is it?” I shifted gears. “This disobedience of yours might work on others. But with me…” I put my foot to the floor. “It’s only going to get youfucked.” The car blasted forward, and she fell back against the seat. But she fucking shut up. For the entire drive back.
The motor hadn’t even come to a standstill before she lunged for the handle. Too bad I had locked it. “Not so fast,mia ammaliatrice.” I lunged for the tail end of her saree and yanked her in, glittery glass shit and all, and dragged her over my lap.
She was all hot and sultry, and a groan rumbled off my chest. “Fuck, you are gorgeous.”
My hands crawled through her silky hair and grabbed her skull. I expected her to say something. A no would have done it. But nothing spilled out of her lips. Nothing that stopped me when I smashed my lips to hers.
She felt like the first drop of water after months in a desert. She felt like temptation. The apple that misled Adam. She was sweet. Tasted all peachy like the fuckingfrangipani. She was sultry, like a night full of musk and sex. My tongue seeped in. Exploring. Drinking. Drowning. One hand bit into her skull, and the other found the velvety bare skin on her waist. My fingers walked across it, found the first piece of silk, and tugged. Like a waterfall, the top part of her saree rippled onto her lap. Only thing left behind was a scrap of fabric masquerading as a covering. It was so tiny it would disappear in a washing machine. The dip in it was so deep it vanished perfectly in the valley between her breasts. Delirium rolled inside me. A flimsy piece of silk had covered all of this. My vision blurred. Lust slammed into me. I was so hard, there was no way she couldn’t feel it. Then she shifted and took the doubt with it. A moan escaped her, and she rocked on my dick. Her eyes were glassy, and my vision hung by a thread. With a growl, I pushed her head onto the wheel and licked my way down from her neck to her breast. It was warm, smooth, and velvety. There was a drone of an annoying noise in my ear, but I was too far gone to make a note of it. It took me a while to realise she was trying to shove me. With a grunt and agrowl, I lifted off paradise and looked up to the blast of my car horn.
For fuck’s sake.
She was off my lap and on the passenger seat before I could lunge. “I’m not falling for you,” she snapped, her saree clutched to her chest, her lips clearly fucked. By me.
“Who said anything about falling?” I wiped my hand on my lips. I could still taste her. And being the greedy man I was, I wanted more. Much more. “Fucking. That’s what we are going to do, and mark my words, the next time I find you in one of these.” I jerked my head at her saree. “I’m fucking you on the closest surface I can find, and I don’t give a shit if it’s horizontal or vertical.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
AHANA
Heat rode my skin. Intoxication rolled inside my head. A low hum of frustration pulsed between my legs. I could feel it even when I crawled out of my slumber, where I was no doubt drugged by his presence. I’d dreamt of him. No surprise there when the night before, I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing against his erection. It had felt like he had reinforced steel hidden behind his pants.
The memory of it made me wince as my eyes fluttered open. Soft sunlight poured in, and quietness lulled me. An illusion, surely, because awareness rustled me. A scent that shouldn’t have been present slithered to me. The rich undertones of a spice. Smooth and mellow. At home in a dark office or a darker alleyway. But never in my bedroom.You have got to be kidding me.
