Page 20 of Captured By the Mafia Boss
I get us into my bedroom, cup her arse and lift her onto the bed following her down without breaking our kiss.
While she’s all quick movements and harried touches, I’m calmer than I’ve been in years. I don’t have to panic or rush. I’m at peace. This won’t be enough, but it’ll be sufficient to remember in the years after she’s gone.
To that end, I slow. And when she squeaks with frustration, I murmur, “Do I need to get the ropes back out, or will you behave?”
“King.” She digs her nails into my shoulders and scrapes them down.
I arch into the pain. But I ignore her intention to hurry. I take one hand, kiss her palm, and place it over her head on the pillow. Then the other.
“Stay there, Lia.”
“You’re so bossy,” she whispers, and stretches luxuriously before her hands find my biceps and squeeze. I flex for her, a little, then growl playfully and replace her wrists, running my fingers down the soft skin of her inner arms.
I take in every detail of her as I explore her body with my fingertips and mouth.
I’m only a man, so of course her sweet breasts get extra attention and it’s only when she tightens her fingers in my hair that I notice she’s disobeyed, again. I hold her nipple captive between my teeth and swirl my tongue over the firm tip, a little punishment and reward. I love that she wants to touch me.
This has to fuel a lifetime of memories, and I breathe in the vanilla scent of her and combine my pleasure and Olivia’swith kisses that make her shiver deliciously beneath me. She’s beautifully responsive to my every movement and incredibly curious. Much as I try to keep her hands away for fear of going off too soon, the second I let her out of my grasp she’s kneading my buttocks or tracing my collarbones.
I could tie her up again, but we’re both enjoying this little argument and her disobedience.
I’m happy to allow her to play.
Until her palm finds my cock. And fuck, her small hand, wanton and yet innocent. She strokes me too lightly but my body doesn’t care, responding more strongly as though she were as rough and quick as I am with myself. Olivia steals the air from my lungs when she encircles her fingers over the head and pushes down. I can feel precum seeping out, my desperation for her mounting with every slight movement she makes. I’m still holding myself over her, and her hand disappears down at our hips. I’ve brought her legs up to waist level, and she’s so open to me, knees spread apart without a hint of embarrassment.
But all the time she’s watching my face, and I watch hers for any sign this is less than what she wants. But there’s nothing. Just lust and need, and affection and something a dark creature in my chest purrs is love, but my brain can’t accept.
Perfect, beautiful Olivia.
I push her hand away and make my own way to that soft core of her. She sighs with relief as I ease between her folds. She’s so wet it spills out, coating my knuckles. It’s almost too simple to slip two fingers into her passage and stroke, matching that movement to my thumb circling her clit. I watch her face as she steadily, oh so gradually, loses herself under my slow ministrations.
I make it deliberately languorous, taking forever to build up her pleasure. I kiss her breasts, cheeks, lips. I tell her she feels like heaven and looks like a fallen angel. I lose words of love ontoher skin, so quiet as she moans I know she can’t hear what a fool I am for her.
And when she comes, pulsing around my fingers and bucking her hips, I begin again.
I repeat it all, the same and different, tending her until she gasps and cries out and clings to my neck.
“Ethan.” Her voice is hoarse and my name, my real name, on her lips is better than I could have imagined. Her eyes are closed after her second orgasm and her body almost liquid she’s so at ease.
“Lia.”
“I made a request. You promised.” She doesn’t sound relaxed anymore.
“I know.” I’ve waited my whole life for this. As though I’d forget.
She pulls my head down and whispers in my ear. “Fuck me, King. Take me. The way I know you can. I want to feel the echo of you in me years from now. Ruin me for any other man. Make me regret what I did and mourn you until my dying breath. Make me pine and cry for you and your body once you’re gone. Give me something to remember you by.”
And damn, I want to. I want her more than anything. I’d give up my life, everything I’ve built, and several limbs for her.
But…
I can’t do this.She’s too precious, and what we have is too honest to sully this moment with a lie.
“Olivia.”
She gazes up at me with blown-out pupils. Those sharp blue eyes are still hazy with the ecstasy of her orgasm.
“Yes?”
