Page 35 of Mafia Beast

Her hand falls from my head as she whips around. “What are you doing?”

“I thought we could play a game,” I say, stealing her words from her. I clasp her other wrist in the open cuff.

Her eyes go wide. “What kind of game?”

“A little game where I interrogate you.” I run my fingers up her arms, resting my hands on her shoulders as I lock in on her gaze. “And find out exactly what it is you are up to.”

“What I’m up to?” She looks away.

“Yes.”

I move her toward the bed. She tries to fight me, struggling against me as I lift her arms, unclasping a cuff as I wind the center links around the bedpost then reattach the cuff around her wrist. She stands there, her back against the post, her arms locked behind her back.

Trapped and all mine.

Her gaze goes defiant as she cocks her chin in the air. “Well. What do you want to know?”

I press my fingers against her lips. “I’ll ask the questions.” I drag my finger from her lip down over the curve of her chin, lighting over her neck, between her breasts, down her trembling stomach till I reach that heavenly patch of silk. The fabric is thin and slippery as I move my fingertip over her pussy.

“Oh…” Her eyes close, her back arching against the post as she shudders lightly.

I tower over her, loving the pink blooming on her cheeks as I stroke her pussy over her panties. “Is there anything you want to tell me? Any special reason you had those cuffs out tonight?”

“I told you…” She gives a little pant. “I just wanted to play.”

“It just seems a little out of character for you, to go from trying to run away from me every time I see you to trying to seduce me.”

“Well, we had such a nice dinner together earlier. I changed my mind about you.”

“Oh, really.” I slip the tip of my finger under the elastic band of her panties, finding her warm wetness. I circle her clit with my slickened finger. “And what do you think of me now?”

“Oh. God.”

“I’m not God but thank you for the compliment.” I drop down on my knees before her.

I stare up at her, holding her gaze as I slip my fingers under the bottom edge of her corset, finding the thin waistband of her panties where they hug her hips. “Look at me,” I say, wanting to drink in more of that fear-filled excitement in her eyes.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I peel the panties down from her hips, stopping to unclip those garters from the stockings, leaving them hanging. I slip the panties over her stockings, over those gorgeous fuck-her boots and help her step out of them.

She’s shaking as I smooth my hands up her thighs. I grab her soft flesh, parting her legs. Her boots slide apart, and the soft scent of her pussy reaches me, making my mouth water.

I’ve been dreaming of this moment, of tasting her. I almost regret locking her up, wanting to feel the magical touch of her hands in my hair again. But also, I want her to be completely powerless in this moment.

My gut is telling me there’s more to the story. I’m going to enjoy every second of finding out what it is. I dip just the tip of my tongue between the lips of her pussy. I flick it over her clit, and her body ricochets against the bedpost.

“Oh… gosh… that feels incredible.”

God. She tastes incredible. Like I knew she would. I want this pussy to belong to me and only me. “How long has it been since a man ate your pussy?”

“Too long. Maybe my honeymoon? Years ago.”

While I have her here…

I might as well find out more about her past.

I slip a finger inside of her, adding some friction to go along with the caresses of my warm, wet tongue. “Tell me. How did you first meet the family?”

“My name was Alice. I got a job working part-time… God, that feels good… for Bronson at Bachman’s Jewelers, working at the… at the… counter.” She gives a gasp, searching for air. “He found me there. Came in one day, looking for a watch. I helped him. We started to date. I thought he loved—” She shudders and moans.

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