Page 37 of Seized By the Mafia King
“Little bunny.” I squeeze her, dragging in the strawberry scent of her hair. “Mine. You’re mine.”
“I love you,” she whispers into my neck.
For a second, I’m not sure I’ve heard right, but my heart takes it in anyway, jumping and expanding. I pull back her head so I can see her face.
“Say it again.” I must look ferocious, manic.
But Willow just smiles. “I tried to fight it, but there’s no point.”
“No, there isn’t.” I tighten my grip on her arse and her hair. “You’re my soulmate. You can’t escape me, and anyone who takes you from me will pay with their life.”
I’m moving then, taking her into the house with one thought in my lizard brain: get her to a bed. Get inside her. Breed her. Make her mine in every way, forever.
“Good,” she replies, then deliberately pulls up against my hold. It must tug her hair, and she lets out a sound of pleasure-pain as our mouths touch.
And that’s it.
I take the stairs two at a time and crash through the door to our bedroom. Kissing her, my tongue thrusting into her mouth, I lower her to the bed and cover her with my body.
Being with Willow and having my lips on hers is like coming home after a lifetime in exile, but I’m impatient for more. I grab at her clothes, tugging them to get at her naked skin.
“Have to see you. Now,” I grit out, my hands all over her. Then there’s no patience left in me, and I rip all the fabric I can reach, even as I keep kissing her.
She squeaks with surprise, but doesn’t complain as I drag the tatters of her top and shorts off her. I rear up, and the fact she’s still wearing knickers is un-fucking-welcome. Willow is trying to get my clothes off too, so far achieving only my tie and threemiddle buttons with her less efficient but not as destructive methods.
I grab the cotton panties in both hands and tear them from her body, leaving her naked.
“Spread your legs,” I demand, and though she obeys, it’s not quickly enough and I shove them roughly apart, my hands on her knees and reveal a sight that makes me groan.
“Fuck, look at you. My priceless jewel.” She’s pink and shiny. So soft and tempting. “You’re going to taste like heaven, and I can’t wait to eat your pussy until you come on my face.”
“Please, Zane. Let me touch you.” She reaches for me but I’m not sure I’ve got enough control to keep myself together and make this as perfect for her as it has to be if she’s exploring with her soft little hands.
“Soon, soon,” I promise, catching her hand and kissing the palm. “But before that, you’re going to be a good girl and come for me.”
“Zane!” she protests. “I don’t need that, I need your?—”
“Willow,” I cut her off in my sternest voice. “This is your first time, and I have to do it right.”
“Now, I just want younow.” Frustration laces her words.
“Don’t make me force you to be good,” I warn her lightly. “I only have so much control, little bunny.”
That stops her, and makes her bite her lip. Then, slowly, deliberately, she sits up and nudges at my suit jacket.
“Like that, is it?” I grab her wrist with one hand, and my tie from where she discarded it on the bed with the other. In seconds I’ve bound the soft dark-red silk around her wrists and eased them over her head.
I exhale, and look into her face as I discard the suit jacket, and flick open my top button. My knee is between her legs. “Better?”
“No,” she mutters, but the way she arches her back, pushing tits up towards me, says, “Yes”.
I smirk. “Don’t worry, you will be.” I run one hand down her front and pause on her flat belly. “I’m going to fuck a baby into there.”
“Then do it!” she whines.
“When you’re ready, little bunny,” I reply. “And not before.” Dipping my head, I kiss her inner thighs, teasing both of us. Her skin is soft and sweet. I kiss closer and closer, until I breathe in the scent of her pussy, and she shivers.
Then I take a long, decadent lick up her seam and groan. “You’re delicious.” I use my fingers to part her wet folds, and taste her again. She’s sugar and musk and a little bit salty, and I cannot get enough of her, especially when she wriggles and sighs as I run my tongue over her clit.
