Page 84 of Revenge on the Mafia

She stared at her foot. My hand was rubbing against her ankle. Her face was flushed. Fuck. She liked it.

Her index toe got my attention. She squirmed. I got to her big toe. She rolled her lip into her mouth.

I’d fucked her twice. Bare. She’d either not registered it, or she was on something. I hoped it was the former. The thought of her carrying my seed inside her. Fuck. I shook my head. Never knowing a child of mine was a fucking heartache I didn’t want to imagine. It made my insides burn like acid. I bit her pinky to take the brunt of my rage. Her head tipped back. She took my punishment with a moan. Made me want to fist her hair and fuck her into the mattress.

My grip tightened even though I should have walked away. I took each toe into my mouth, sucked and released it. She’d unleashed a new kink in me. But I wouldn’t fuck her. I’d let her go soon enough and go back to my depraved sofa.

She rolled her head up. Our gazes hooked. Hers half-lidded. Mine probably manic with lust. I sucked another toe in. The air in the room tensed and coiled. Heated my blood to the boiling point. A lick of her lips. Oh, she knew what she was doing. Pulling me in one shallow breath at a time. My gaze dipped. To the lace shifting up and down. Fuck. It had tiny holes, and through them a teasing display of her mocha-brown nipples.

I wasn’t sure if she pulled me in or if I’d lost my senses. But the next instant I was on the bed, crawling toward her. One chance to see what she looked like naked, and then I’d get out.

Static collected on her skin as I rolled the silly thing off her. When I pulled it off completely, she was as glorious naked as I’d imagined her a hundred thousand times.

Her hand reached for my shirt. I brought it down to my belt. Her lips turned bitter. I caught it in my mouth. She tasted like my own personal piece of heaven. The taste of spice and honey mixed with a tinge of melancholy. When she moaned into my mouth, I ached to ask for a promise. She’d never let another man get that sound.

She fumbled for my belt. While I sucked her tit and groped the other, I told myself I’d leave soon enough. Her tits were heavy. Soft and firm. Perfect for my palm. Her hands grated on me as she struggled to get the zip down. Then she pulled my aching cock out. My mind was infected with hot lust. I shifted out of reach because I was sure I’d come in her hands otherwise. She groaned in frustration. I distracted her by dipping lower. Past her sweet navel, which had gained something new. A tiny little gold ball that I licked, sucked, and pulled. I wanted every inch of her body inked into my memory to carry into the afterlife. I dipped lower and soothed my fingers over her moles. It was wet and sticky from the mess from her pussy. My tongue itched for the cleanup. Clenching my palms around her ass, I lifted her up. Her hand fell on my chest, and I shrugged it off, but one word brought me to an annoyed stop.

“No.”

I stared at her, trying to comprehend what she meant through my lust-injected brain.

Her gaze settled on my shirt. Then rolled down to my throbbing cock and below. I got her point. She was naked. I wasn’t. I couldn’t.

“You don’t want me to eat you?” I rasped.

Her face flushed. But she still held my gaze. “Por favor.”

A growl of frustration rattled up my throat. At that moment, I resented her, myself, and my shitty life. I dropped her back onto the bed roughly. Popped three buttons open and shoved her hand to her star. She gripped it like it was her favorite thing. “More,” she whispered.

“No.” That was all I could give her. It wasn’t the right time.

Her hand squeezed my chest.

I gritted my teeth. Desperation and panic raced in my chest. “Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

She stared at me for fourteen fucking seconds. My control waned, until I was hanging onto the last thread. “I need you.” Fucking bullshit. “You can’t go down on me.” Fuck. She looked away. “But you can fuck me.”

I’ll take that.

I didn’t give her the time to think. To reject me. Cupping her knees, I pushed them to her face and thrust inside. My name spilled out as a groan from her sweet lips. She gripped me so tight she made me see fucking stars. Gritting my teeth, I fought for control. Searching for calculations, numbers of any kind. I couldn’t come up with a single one.

She arched her back beneath me. My own little wildcat. Bucked her hips, seeking her own high. I gripped her hip. She moaned in frustration. I kissed her ear. Sucked her earlobe. Heated it with my words. “Shhh… let me fuck you slow.”

Her head snapped to mine. Confusion colored her vision before it turned into despair. The hand on my chest fell open. Soothing my skin.

I pulled out entirely. Combed her hair off her forehead. Thrust into her heat again. Deep. And slow. Deep. And slow. Her muscles clenched around me. Releasing with reluctance as I slid out and clutching with greed as I thrust back in. My eyes burned into hers. My chest ached to have her as mine. Mine and mine alone. To the end of my life.

She evaded my gaze and rolled her head to the side. “Eyes on me, stella mia.” She stared at the wall. I gripped her chin and brought it back to mine. “What’s on your mind?”

She shook her head, fighting to look away, two beads of liquid in the corner of her eyes.

It drove me mad that I couldn’t get inside her head. Was it Joel? Was it him she was remembering while fucking me? I wanted to fuck the memory of him from her head. Words I hadn’t allowed spilled out of me. “Tell me you’re mine.” I asked her for something she’d never give.

She didn’t answer. I told myself I didn’t expect her to. Then after a few breaths, she did, anyway.

“Yours.”

Oxygen crushed in my lungs. I was sure it was a dream but didn’t want to shatter it, anyway. Instead, I wanted to howl it out like some rabid animal. “Sì?”