Page 137 of Tempting My Mafia Monster

“Don’t leave,” she whispered. “Stay. Just for tonight.”

I swallowed. My chest ached. “Just for tonight.”

“It’s enough.”

“No,” I breathed.

She smiled sadly. “It has to be.” She stared into my eyes with that quiet strength that always undid me, forcing herself to be brave even as she wanted to crumble.

Did she really believe this could be enough?

When she takes another man’s name and moves to Russia, it won’t be enough. As long as we are both breathing, nothing will ever be enough to stop me from wanting her. From needing her. From loving her.

But it’s what she had to allow herself to believe. And it’s all I could give her.

I threaded my fingers through her hair and kissed her in a way I knew, without a doubt, I had never done before. With a vulnerability that went against everything Sean had made me.

One night of… enough.

Impossible Dreams

I’d spent the past three days convincing myself that Maddox Moriarty was my impossible dream. Everyone has one. The kind you carry through life, quietly wondering who you might have become if fate had been a little kinder. The love that could never work, no matter how much you wanted it.

But tonight, he was mine. The moment I saw him standing in the doorway of my bedroom, looking as tortured as I felt, I knew I wasn’t strong enough to make him leave.

His hands tangled in my curls as he kissed me with an aching tenderness that stole every coherent thought from my mind. The sensual sweep of his tongue against mine melted away the tension in my body as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

His hand slid from my hair and circled my waist, drawing my body flush against his as I moaned into the kiss. He hooked one of my thighs and lifted me onto his hips, never breaking away as he walked us towards the window seat. When he lowered me onto it carefully, as if I were the most delicate flower he’d ever picked, I reluctantly pulled back from his lips and opened my eyes.

He’d sat me on the edge and dropped to his knees between my open thighs. His black eyes held mine as he dipped his head and kissed his way up my inner thigh, while his fingers peeled my thong down from under my oversized T-shirt. His stolen T-shirt, actually.

My head dropped back against the glass window when he kissed my clit softly. He kissed it again, ending with a small suck and flick of his tongue, drawing ragged breaths from my chest as my hands gripped the pink cushion beside me. He was being a tease and taking his time. Savouring every second. Without realising until that moment, I needed this from him.

I was angry at the world and how cruel it could be. I was angry with my family and the sacrifices I had to make for them. But mostly, I was angry with myself and the choices I’d made. I didn’t want to take that anger out on Maddox, nor did I want hot, explosive, angry sex. I wanted this. Him. I needed to feel his desperation and devotion, and to know I wasn’t the only one carrying the weight of our tragic love.

My hands clawed into his hair as his tongue slowly swirled around my clit. I moaned as his hands tightened on my thighs. I lifted my head, panting, and met his dark gaze between my legs as he worshiped me with his mouth and tongue. He groaned against me; the vibrations making me lightheaded as the pleasure built. He watched me fall apart for him, slow and all-consuming, an orgasm that never seemed to end.

Lifting the T-shirt higher, he kissed his way up my stomach as I tried to clear my mind and my vision of the blinding pleasure.

“Is this mine?” he husked, his voice deep and possessive as he tugged the shirt.

“Y-yes,” I panted, letting a slight smirk curve my lips. “I stole it from the pool house while you were with Gio.”

“Little thief,” he murmured against my skin, pulling the top over my head and throwing it to the floor. His lips traced the ink on my ribs as his hands slid along the curve of my waist, drawing me closer to him. “Are you still mine?”

“Always,” I answered without hesitation as he ran his tongue along his handwriting.

His hands cupped my tits, pushing them together as he rubbed over my nipples with his thumbs. My eyes fluttered when he took one in his hot, wet mouth and gave it the same treatment he’d just given my clit. I arched off the window seat with a moan, my hands clawing through his dark hair as he wrapped his arms around my back.

In an impressive show of strength, he lifted me with one arm and stood; his lips ‌found mine again, and he moved towards my double bed. Our tongues danced as I reached inside his shorts and wrapped my hand around his heavy dick. He groaned, lowering us onto the mattress as I rolled my thumb over his leaking slit and massaged his tip with pre-cum.

“Fuck,” he growled against my lips, trapping my naked body between his and the mattress. “I need to be inside you.”

He kissed me deeply, and I pressed my hands to his chest, forcing him to roll onto his back as I straddled his waist. I sat back and stared down at him. Moonlight spilt through the bay window, washing him in an ethereal silvery glow while shadows danced across the sharp angles of his face. He was the most rugged, brutally beautiful man I’d ever seen. His hands rested on my hips as I knelt up and took his enormous cock in my hand, before sinking down torturously slow.

His head tipped back, a low, satisfied groan rumbling through his chest beneath my palms. Holding his gaze, I took all of him into me as my breath caught in my throat. My eyes closed for a heartbeat, overwhelmed by the fullness and stretch of him deep inside.

When I opened them, he was already watching me.