He chuckles softly, and circles my clit with an expert touch, making me shake and pant. His pressure is perfect. Not too hardor too soft like I did when I first discovered how to pleasure myself. Zane’s confidence and competence is a turn-on like I’ve never imagined.
I’ve been told stories about the London Mafia Bosses since I can remember words. They’re said to be brutal, uncompromising, power hungry, and arrogant. Bethnal Green is supposed to be one of the worst.
And I can’t deny that there’s truth in what was said. Zane is all those things. But he’s also intoxicating. His attention focused on me makes me glow.
A cocky London Mafia Boss.
But is it really ego when he’s this amazing? Because he is that good.
I’m so close, wriggling to get more. To have that extra that will tip me off the edge.
“Such a needy girl, soaked for me,” His voice is low and rough. “You want this as much as I do, don’t you?”
I moan as he moves his hand down, and with no warning, his fingertip finds my entrance. Seamlessly, the flat of his thumb rubs my clit, and it’s even better. Then he pushes.
“Open,” he commands.
There’s a pinch that makes me gasp, then he drives his finger deeper and it feels amazing.
“That’s it. You’re being such a good girl for me.” He slips in and out as he runs over my clit in firm lines, and the feeling of being stroked from inside and out is intoxicating. “Let me in.”
Seamlessly, he slides another finger in, and I choke out a cry.
“Good girl,” he soothes me again, his voice honey and brandy dripping off a spoon. “You like that? My cock will be even better.”
The flex of his hips presses the heated iron bar of his erection against my stomach and the touch of discomfort only heightensmy pleasure. That and the frisson of fear. He’s big, and I’m tiny by comparison. How would it feel…?
I imagine him ripping open his trousers and shoving into me right here, and yes, my god, I want that. To have him overwhelm me.
“Come all over my fingers, little bunny,” he croons. “Give me all your cream. I’ll take care of you. I’ll make it so pleasurable. I’ll give you babies too. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I can’t say yes, but I’m nodding against his chest. Or am I writhing with need because I’m so close to orgasm? The way he’s holding me pinches in a dozen different places, but he’s careful. I can tell, even through the fog of ecstasy that has enveloped my mind, that he’s aware of every part of me.
“Zane…”
He’s still before I’ve finished the word.
My eyes fly open and he’s looking down at me. He hasn’t let go, but he’s stopped. There’s a taut silence as he slowly withdraws his fingers.
“No, no.” I’m confused and tug against his hand that’s still holding mine. “Please.”
“Willow,” he breathes seriously, his eyes shards of ice. “What are you saying?”
“Please, give me…” I’m so worked up, I’m practically incoherent. “Please, make me…”
He waits.
“Make me come,” I sob out the confession.
“My love. I’ll give you everything.” Then his fingers slide back into my slit, and he’s moving harder. “Good girl for asking. All you ever have to do is ask.”
Then his fingers shove into my passage, beckoning me, and I shatter into a million pieces, the pleasure spiked and quick even as it repeats, pulsing through me with his clever caresses.
The bliss is so intense that my legs give way, and I slump, but he holds me secure. I’m buzzing and all my focus is on the places where he and I touch.
A chirping bird intrudes.
Then the cool of the tree trunk and the dig of pain into my back, and the sunshine on my cheek.
