Page 33 of The Mafia's Bride
“Must be from something else.” She pants, but her hips move, seeking more. Wanting more friction. Dying formore. “Someone else.”
I laugh at her. She can’t deny this is for me.
“Liar.”
I don’t give it to her. She’s not in charge.I am.
I move my hand, and she whimpers as my thumb finds her clit. Her knees shake as I grind against that sensitive bundle of nerves, those beautiful eyes rolling into the back of her head. “I saw the billboard. Good work. But a bit bland. You’re going to have to try harder to get under my skin. To end this arrangement. If that’s what you still want.”
“Don’t worry. I have more tricks to try out.” Her mouth opens into an O, breaths heavy between us. Her nails claw into my forearm but she doesn’t stop me.
How would they feel, scratching my back, drawing her marks into me? Owning me the way I secretly want her to?
“I look forward to it.” My nose brushes her neck, and I inhale deeply, letting her scent wrap a hold around my heart. She smells like home. “Sloane, this is happening. No matter what you throw at me, fight with me, no matter how many times you draw blood, this is happening. Youaremine.” I move my fingers faster, twisting to hit that spot that has her eyes fluttering, pink dusting her cheeks. Her legs tremble, and that delicious mouth pants harder, puffing air against my throat.
I grab her chin, forcing her eyes to watch me. “Oh no, little menace. Watch me own this pussy. Watch how it drips all over my hand, you’re making such a fucking mess for me.” My thumb rubs her clit, and her body clamps down hard on my fingers. “I will own every single inch of your body and heart, Sloane. So do your worst because you can’t escapeme.”
My words are just the push she needs. She comes violently on my hand, and I barely react, closing my mouth over her shouts, swallowing them on my tongue. As much as I want to hear her explode, feel that fire erupt, I can’t have my family coming out here to see what is going on. This is between us only.
My tongue sweeps into her mouth, drawing out her moans, tasting that temper for myself. It’s devilish and pure heaven wrappedinto one delicious gulp. Her tiny hands grab my lapels, holding me tight to her body, her supple curves cradling my hips just right. I nibble on her swollen bottom lip as the orgasm fades and retrieve my hand from under her skirt.
Her green eyes are bright, pleased, raking over my face, seeing me in a new light. But I see her annoyance at how easily she submitted. It’ll only make her fight harder. I can’t wait.
“I’m your equal in every way that matters, Sloane.”
I lick my fingers, tasting her. My cock kicks, and fuck, it’s an effort not to rip into her. To claim her in all the other ways.
She watches my tongue dart out, catching all of her release. Without thinking, I shove them into her mouth and she greedily takes them, leather and all. She tastes herself, enjoys it, and I have to hold back the urge to fall to my knees for this she-devil.
“Taste how good you are, Sloane.” My words are rough. “That is mine.”
I step back, fixing my cuffs. “Nothing you do will cause this to end, menace. So do your worse.”
14
LEX
Sitting at my desk two nights after my formal engagement dinner, I flutter through the various papers left for me.
My eyes see the white pages, the stark black ink, but all I can truly see is Sloane.
Her fire, her temper. That spark of cunningness behind those thick lashes.
I can’t deny she felt soft, malleable under my hands, or how her gasps broke my control until only a thread was left. But it’s her mind that draws me to her, that distracts me even now, when I should be focused on my responsibilities.
This would be so much easier if it were just sexual attraction. I wouldn’t feel this need to always know where she was, or worry when she isn’t within my sight. I wouldn’t feel this relentless pull to check on her.
It’s even more frustrating that I don’t know what to do with it. I’ve had women, plenty who want to be with the next Capo, but none have tormented me. None of them had pulled a knife on me.
As the next in line to power, I pride myself on control, on alwaysbeingin control. You have to be to survive. But Sloane has thrown me into the deep end without a raft.
Which makes this situation volatile at best.
My interlude is broken by Tony, dropping a stack of papers in my face. “And these?”
“Payroll.” He shrugs, ignoring my ire.
Two days, and I still couldn’t get her out of mind. Her smell, her taste, the way she hated me and yet, bowed to me. There’s lust and infatuation, but this is more.
