Page 27 of Mafia Princess

Her entire body shuddered against mine, and I wished we weren’t surrounded by people, because I’d make her scream and moan along with all that shuddering.

Karina moved her cheek against mine, and it was my turn to shudder as the soft feel of her skin made me want to lose all control.

“Why don’t you tell me howyouwant to touch me, Detective?” Her lips brushed against my ear. Good God, it was like a hurricane collided with a tornado, storming through my insides as I envisioned myself touching her exactly the way I wanted to, the way I needed to.

Without giving it a second’s thought, I grabbed her hands and pinned them harshly against the wall above her head. The music was pulsing, people dancing and singing, the smell of sweat and sex swirling around us, causing the sexual desire between us to skyrocket.

She looked up at me, and I swore to God I felt her hips move. It was the slightest of movements, but I felt it nonetheless, and it was enough to make me groan in the back of my throat.

I rolled my hips, giving her the smallest feel of what I knew her body craved. “Once I start, there’s not an inch of this perfect body of yours that will remain untouched.” And that was the God’s honest truth. I wanted to experience every bit of her, feel every part of her body against mine.

Taking both her wrists in one hand, I glided the other down her side until I felt the curve of her hip. “I want to touch you until you beg me to stop because your body can’t handle the burn anymore.”

The softest of moans rolled over her lips and across my earlobe. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Karina? For me to set your body on fire?”

She pushed her chest harder against mine, her breasts firmly pressed against me. Her lips moved against my cheek as she said, “My body is already on fire, Detective.”

Jesus Christ.My hand slipped over her hip and down her ass. A deep, guttural moan escaped me when I dug my fingers into her flesh, pushing her harder against my now raging hard-on.

“Let me have you, Karina.” It was a goddamn plea. I’d happily go on my fucking knees if it meant I could spread her goddamn legs.

I let go of her wrists, wanting to cup her other firm ass cheek, needing to push her harder against me. Her hands fell to my shoulders, and she slowly weaved her fingers through my hair at the back of my neck. Every inch of my body was electrified, ready to consume this woman in every way imaginable.

Both of us were breathing rapidly, and I almost lifted her off her feet as I gripped her ass harder, tighter between my fingers. We were both already lost—lost in the moment, lost in each other. The harder I pressed against her, the tighter she gripped my hair. I couldn’t stop myself from moving my hips, grinding my cock against her, wishing we were naked. Dry humping was never my style.

“Lorik,” she said softly against my cheek, but it sounded more like a moan.

“I want you, Karina. I want you so bad it’s almost impossible to fucking breathe right now.” I leaned back, ready to finally taste her. To feel her lips against mine as I claimed her mouth with vehement strokes of my tongue. I didn’t even care that Enzio and Antonio were nearby. All I cared about was her, feeling her, having her, claiming her—fucking caging her.

I wanted her.

I needed her.

I craved her.

And I would fucking have her.

She lifted her chin, and I leaned down, ready to have my first taste of Karina Valenti. So close, I could feel her warm breath against my wet lips.

She paused, our lips barely touching. “We can’t do this,” she whispered, and I suddenly had an overwhelming urge to throw her over my shoulder, spank her, and kidnap her to a place where I could be buried inside her twenty-four-seven.

Karina placed her hands on my chest and looked down. “I can’t do this with you, Lorik. Not with you.”

Motherfucker! Goddammit!

Shit!

“Karina.”

She nudged lightly against my chest. “I’m sorry. I have to go.” Then she slipped away, leaving me to rest my head against the cold, hard wall.

Jesus Christ. I could hardly catch my goddamn breath, leaning like a loser against the wall with an aching cock the size of fucking Japan. What in the name of ever-loving fuck just happened? I totally lost it. I completely lost myself…inher. It was insane, it was stupid, it was reckless…and it sure as hell needed to happen again.

When I finally managed to grab a shred of control, I turned and took a deep breath. That was when I saw him—Enzio Mancuso standing a few feet away, looking freaky as shit while he stared at me. Did he see what happened between Karina and me? How long had he been standing there in the shadows like a fucking vampire?

An epic stare-off took place between us for what seemed like ages before he finally shot me an arrogant grin and walked off.

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