Page 42 of The Mafia Bachelor

He grunts and I take that as a good sign, and even better as his balls shift in my hand, drawing up towards his body.

This is all so much messier and more raw than I imagined. His fingers tighten in my hair and send sensation washing down my neck, my eyes are watering. He’s almost pounding into my mouth, I’m drooling, and I can’t keep up with his pace. It’s overwhelming, but in the best way.

It’s real, not polished like every choreographed thing we’ve done together. I relish the honest, stripped down, dirty desire.

He’s swelling further, and I almost gag. Just when I think I can’t manage anymore, he lets out a guttural shout. The first spurt of his hot come hits the back of my throat.

Then he’s pulling out, and the next strikes my chin and neck, shock ricocheting through me. A third paints my naked breasts in a white line that immediately drips over my nipple.

It’s filthy, and degrading, but I’ve never been wetter between my legs as Kill looks down at me. And his expression is a combination of stunned—probably mirroring what’s on my face—and feral. He’s looking at me like I’m his snack, and he’s starving.

Before I can say anything, Kill has grabbed me under my armpits and hauled me to my feet. I give a little cry of concern about messing up his suit with the absolute mess of his come and my saliva that’s all over my chin and breasts, but he doesn’t seem to care, marching with me clutched to him through the lavishly appointed rooms to… A bedroom. He tosses me onto the bed, and I squeak as I land in the middle of the mattress.

“Take off your knickers,” he growls, and I reach for them without question, slipping the cotton down my legs.

Then my eyes go wide as Kill strips off his suit with ruthless efficiency. Almost angrily. His cock is softening, but the set of his jaw is hard as he shoves off his clothes with no ceremony at all. Discarding them onto the floor until he’s naked before me.

And ohmygodohmygod. If Kill is intimidating when he’s suave and in a suit that cost more than my parents’ annual rent, and impressive in swimming shorts, naked he’s downright scary. I look shamelessly, as I wanted to when he was in the pool. And now, I follow the tapering trail of black from his chest to the base of his cock. I want to trace the lines that swirl and snake and cover him from neck to ankle, with only a few bare patches between.

My heart rate hitches up as he stalks towards me over the bed, on all fours within a moment, but still a predator. And my body responds with a gush of heat and arousal, because terrifying as he is, I have this absolute confidence that Kill won’t hurt me.

Quite the opposite.

“Spread your legs for me, love,” he says roughly. I don’t move quickly enough for him, and he grabs my ankles and yanks them apart.

I gasp and a shot of fear goes through me. I almost tell him. The words are right there. “Be gentle with me, I’m a virgin. I’ve never done this before, and I’m giving you my first time because I love you more than life itself. Though you’ll never be mine.”

I press my lips together.

I don’t know if I’ve seen him this savage. Even when he shot that man, he was calm afterwards. But although my brain is yelling shit about red flags, my body is responding to his possessive treatment of me. As though I’m already his property.

And I like it. A lot.

Then his hands press my inner thighs. I’m certain he’s going to haul me onto his cock with no further discussion, and I can’t say a thing. Not only because my throat has closed up, but because I want to be what he needs, and to feel him inside me again, this time deeper.

He gives me a dark look. “Forgive me.”

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KILLIAN

She emits a little whine of agreement, and a growl rumbles from me in response.

“Spread your legs more for me, love,” I order as I position my shoulders between her thighs and thrust my hands under her arse, gripping her to get my tongue on her sweet, wet pussy. I’d like to take my time, but I’m desperate to have her taste in my mouth and feel her come for me.

“You’re not…” She takes in where I am, my face almost on her delicious cunt.

And I realise that she assumed I would go right to fucking her. I raise my eyebrows. “Give me a minute, and we’ll get to that, but while I recover from you sucking my brain from my cock, I’ll keep licking your pretty little pussy until you’ve had all the multiple orgasms you can bear, and possibly one that you think is too much.”

Her mouth falls open in a perfect “o”.

I press a kiss to her inner thigh, smirking at her. “Now, are you going to be a good girl and do as I say?”

Her breath catches as I say, “good girl”, and she nods.

My grin widens. “I’ll make you scream for me. Let everyone know that I’m making you come over and over.”

Pink tinges her cheeks.