Page 85 of Runaway in the Mafia
I expected them to laugh it off or agree to the challenge. But they paled as fear rounded their eyes. For a second, I was flattered that I had achieved this. Quiet triumph hummed in my chest. Then my back heated, and I knew I wasn’t the reason for it.
“So eager to trade me off,mia ammaliatrice.” I didn’t have to turn to see his dark amusement. It was almost comical to watch the reaction of the two girls across from me. Switching between a need to pee in their pants and morbid fascination. “You know, the only one who’s welcome to me is the witch in yellow.”His deep voice rumbled softly. Sank, with its claws, right into mychest. Then he seamlessly brought up the volume and scared the shit out of our audience.“Now fuck off before I put bullets in your mouths for insulting my wife.”
They shrieked and scurried off. Their gasps and running feet echoed in the hall. I wanted to do the same. I took a step and jerked back. The champagne in my glass sloshed over my hand. I spun to find him, leaning on the wall, the tip of one black shoe firmly placed on my yellow trail.
I pulled my angry gaze from the floor to his. “Do you mind?”
Leaning forward, he took my glass from my lifeless hands and emptied it in one gulp before placing it on the console behind him.
“I do.”
A sheet of awareness pooled through my body. He rubbed his hand thoughtfully on his jaw, wicked delight dancing in his eyes. He was dressed from top to toe in black. It felt like a warning. Since the last time he’d been complaining that his victims made Pollocks out of his white shirt. He had a vest on underneath his coat, and the devil head tie pin he’d apparently had a fondness for clipped on to his vest rather than the tie behind it. For some reason, it notched up his looks to dangerously hot. Not that he needed the addition, anyway. All of him was a delicious decadence. The pin, the vest. I wasn’t sure why, but the way it stretched tight on his flat abdomen and ruffled softly with every breath he took made me want to step up to him, rip it apart, and sink into his naked abs.
I shook my head to clear my maddening thoughts. I needed to get away from him so I wouldn’t indulge in them. I tugged at the fabric. Realised there was a fat chance of it moving with his weight on it. Frustration rolled up my throat. “You’re going to tear it.”
“I’ll buy you another one.”
“You can’t,” I hissed. “It’s custom-made.”
I tugged again.
“All this effort,” he muttered. “You’re going to tear that button.”
I stilled. His gaze was right between my breasts on the button hidden from view behind the tight silk. How did he know...
“Who do you think gave Divya instructions? He stepped back, then reached down and grasped my waist before I could storm off. He reeled me in, like a lifeline coming to shore. “To make it tight around your tits, leave a hidden slit right between your...” I gasped as his hand landed on my crotch. “Ah, found it.” Satisfaction hummed in his tone.
His grin was so devious, I already knew his intentions long before his fingers slipped inside the yellow satin. A groan vibrated off his chest. He was like the cue stick to a set of snooker balls. A nudge was all I needed to have my brain cells stumbling. I pushed my hands in between and shoved. He didn’t budge. It was like trying to move a brick wall. Instead, he dropped his mouth to my neck and licked a path up to my ear. “Fuck, you smell good.” I gasped when he nipped at my earlobe. “When you’re my wife, I’m going to tie you to my bed and fuck you a hundred times every day.”
I wanted to tell him that was impossible. But I thought better of challenging him. I’d learned my lessons. He’d always prove me wrong.
My breath heaved. He picked up on it, followed it right down to my cleavage, and buried his mouth in between. “You’re like fucking gold in yellow,” he mumbled right before he pressed on the tick holding the fabric on my breast and peeled it off one cup. “And I fucking love gold.” Cool air brushed my nipple. He ducked his head. I clutched his hair and pulled his head away from me before he could latch on to it. He frowned at me. “I don’t take kindly to being disturbed.”
“We’re in the hallway.”
“And your point is?”
How could he not see the obvious? “Anyone can walk in.”
His lips thinned into a tight line. “I’d kill anyone who sees you like this.”
“Yes. Of course. That’s the solution.”
He grinned. “I’ve got another one then.” He yanked me to my room and slammed the door shut behind us. “Now, where were we?” He walked me to the nearest wall, ducked, and pulled my nipple right into his mouth. Electricity sparked and ran right along to my core. I moaned and clung to his head. How did this man do it? One touch and I melted like butter on a hot pan.
He was soft. Unhurried. Took his time sucking one nipple long and hard and rolled it around in his mouth before dragging his hot mouth to the other one and repeating it. I was a mess. Hot. Wet. So bothered. Aching for him. One finger slipped in between my thong and sank in. He pushed in so slowly that it grated on my nerves. I clutched his hair and yanked. His chest rumbled with a wicked laugh. “Impatient little witch,” he muttered right before adding two more digits.
My body emitted strange sounds. I was all hollow and needy. I rocked my hips in agitation. I was a tight, coiled wire and chased the release.
“Say it,” he muttered.
I groaned. “What?”
“That delicious word.” My brain fuzzed.What delicious word?He pulled his digits out. An annoyed look on his face. “I want to hear it, Ahana, or you’re going to be hot and bothered for a fucking long time. Scream my other name. Now.”
Hey Bhagwan.No way would I do that. This was so wrong. It didn’t stop me from grabbing his hand and shoving his fingers inside me. He worked on me again. I was so wet that it made a sound. He moved deeper. Faster. Harder. A thin line of sweat pooled on my back. Any kind of decency I had, I shoved it off meas I rode his fingers. Then he did something. Twisted his fingers, pressed on a spot. My body shook. I hooked my legs around him and screamed out. “Hey Bhagwan”spilled out of me as I trembled and shivered on his fingers. Reality left me for a few heartbeats. I came down to the rustling of a belt buckle and the rush of awareness.
My hands grabbed onto his on his belt.
