Page 60 of Runaway in the Mafia
He chuckled, but it sounded more like a dark rumble. “It was all good and not yet.”
Why the hell was he still looking at me?
Lia moved past him to the hallway, and he and all his evil intentions stepped inside. I was up and pasted against the wall in a heartbeat.
Why did this man act like an animal? He prowled… actually prowled… towards me. Slowly, steadily, with a smirk on his lips. He orbited into the room. I inched my way to the doorway. Wrong move. Just when I thought I might have actually gotten out of the room in one piece, he pounced. I screamed. His palm crashed onto my mouth, shutting me up.
“What on—” Lia uttered, as echoes of her feet running downstairs reached the bedroom. A deep, angry growl sounded by my ear.
“Tell her you’re alright, or I’m shutting you up with my cock in your mouth.”
Oh my God.
“What’s it going to be?”
I didn’t even have to think about it. It didn’t matter which game we played. He was the type to win every one of them. I nodded shakily, and his palm left my mouth.
I licked my lips, “Huh…”your brother attacked me?“There’s… a cockroach.”
His scowl burned with irritation.
“Good God, woman.” Lia’s voice was annoyed at the bottom of the steps. “I need coffee. Get Vitale to shoot it or something. I think he needs to kill someone.”
It was my turn to glare at him. His smug look pissed me off. He had me boxed between his arms two feet from the doorway. I’d gone to the effort of scrubbing my skin raw to rub his scent off me. But he seemed to be intent on leaning forward and getting it all over me. I pushed back to the wall.
“You left me hanging, mia ammaliatrice.Why?”
“What world are you living in? That was never an option.”
“The only world I choose. The one where we fuck. Like rabbits.” He dropped his mouth to the edge of my lip and licked it. My toes curled, and my nails dug into the wall. “You’re a fucking witch.”
“Insulting, are we?”
He pushed his hand underneath my pyjama bottoms, yanked my thong and snapped it back. Hard.Oh my God.It hit my clit and vibrated on my needy core. I bit my lip. Put in an inhuman effort into keeping my pelvis from rocking against him. He had no qualms about it and rubbed against me with a devious smile on his lips. He grew thick in his boxer briefs. My effect on him was fascinating. Utterly addictive.
“Why don’t you give in?” he rasped.
My thoughts scrambled. “What?”
“Touch me. I know you want to.” He bent his head, pulled the thin skin on my neck, rolled it in his mouth and let it out with a snappy bite. “I know you want to run your tongue on me. Drop to your knees and finish off what you started last night.”
Oh no. No. No. No.
I ducked under his arm and shot halfway across the room, clutching onto the bathroom doorway, before he could catch on.
“This is never going to happen again.”
When he turned, there was maniac written all over him. The kind that was a danger and should be locked up. “I disagree.”
“It’s not up—”
Two long strides, and he was on me. Crowding me in against the bathroom doorway. I didn’t even get the chance to lunge for the door. Let alone slam it shut in his face. “If you even fucking think I’m done with you—”
“Doesn’t anyone want coffee?” A beat later, Lia walked in, carrying three mugs cupped in her hands. I jerked away from him and hit my hip with a sharp sting against the sink.
His fists clenched in the doorway. He looked violent enough to blow a hole through the door. With his fist.
“Huh…” Lia’s gaze was sceptical, “What’s going on?”
