Page 41 of The Mafia’s Girlfriend

I moved my mouth back to her. Sucking on the soft flesh along her neck would have to wait another time.

Another time? She was already making me get too hooked on her, too eager for a next time.

Knowing she was about to come, I muffled her sounds with my mouth over hers. I kissed her hard, growling into the force that she kissed me back with. With a slight tense, she came. I swallowed her moans. I held her side so she wouldn’t fall. Against my thighs, I felt her legs quiver and shake from the power of her orgasm. Even though she kept her arms looped around my neck, I held her tight as her slick inner walls sucked on my finger. She clenched, riding out her climax, and I softened my kisses as she calmed down.

I lifted my face, needing to catch my breath at the sight of her shattering apart for me like that. Her eyes stayed closed, letting those long lashes lie on her flushed cheeks. Her lips were kiss-swollen and puffy, absolutely lickable and tempting as her mouth hung open.

I eased my fingers out slowly, but she flinched as though she didn’t expect it.

Jerky and uncoordinated, she held on to me as she gained her strength to stand fully without me pressing her to the wall.

Is she...

I frowned, staring down at the stupefied but satisfied expression that covered her face.

She’s a virgin.

The fact stunned me, but I didn’t doubt it. Her inexperience showed in her stiff reactions. Those moments of surprise, like she hadn’t experienced this before to anticipate what was coming next.

She was so tight, too.

Holy shit. This didn’t change things, but at the same time, it should.

She was already off-limits to me, but now, she was completely forbidden.

A virgin? No fucking way was I getting involved there. I felt like a dumbass, thinking ahead to the idea of something long-term with her. That was how much she got to me. But to be the first and only man to ever have her, that wouldn’t be fair to either of us. She deserved someone to be gentle and slow with her, everything I wasn’t. I had the right to find a woman would could keep up with the brutal expectations of a hard life, which included playing hard.

“Dammit.” I said it as a reaction to realizing she had to be more untouchable and more unattainable. But it was also a whispered statement about others walking closer.

Two came near this shelter, but I recognized them. The night shift was beginning their patrols.

Her eyes widened with alarm as she heard them chattering as well.

This shed hadn’t been locked up for the night, and I bet they’d make sure it was.

We couldn’t be caught. I had to make sure she got out of here unseen.

I helped her shove her dress back down, keeping my wet fingers to the side and not getting her sticky. She noticed and held up a rag on the shelf behind her.

I shook my head, maintaining a steady gaze on her as I sucked my fingers clean.

Her jaw dropped.

“Go.” I mouthed it, tipping my head to the other side. “Stick to the path and go to your condo.”

“But—”

“I’ll ask the guards to have an additional patrol on your condo tonight.”

She furrowed her brow but nodded. I couldn’t let her go out when it wasn’t safe, but these two would see to no one lurking around.

“I’ll... I’ll just stay at Krista’s tonight.”

I hated that she feared being alone, but I hardened myself from wanting to save the day. She wasn’t mine to protect, dammit, and I had to make that reminder stick.

Whatever her story was, I couldn’t insert myself in it. She was dealing with something, but so was I. I had my own stuff to deal with. No matter how sweet she tasted and how gorgeous she was coming on my hand, I had to stay away.

No more.