Page 61 of Mafia Manipulator


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“You’re absolutely right,” he murmured, closing his notepad. “I think we’re good for now.”

“What happens next?” I had to have the truth so I could plan accordingly. “What do we do?”

“I’ll put a few calls in,” Rocco answered. “Only those I can trust will know the truth. Be ready.”

Those words weren’t meant for me, they were Miceli’s ears only. Be ready. Such a finality. “What do we do?” I deserved an answer to my question. Miceli shouldn’t be the face of this brewing war. He had Rocca to think about. He needed to protect his most treasured possession, his daughter.

“You heal.” Rocco’s pointed glare fixed on my brother. “Both of you. When we’re ready, we’ll announce that you’ve been found alive and well. Hiding.”

I still worried somehow we’d get blamed for our parents’ murder. “We can do that.”

Rocco smirked. “In the meantime, I’ll keep Miceli posted.” He lifted the files I hadn’t seen until when I first entered his office. “Do you mind if I take this for my investigation?”

“They’re yours,” Miceli murmured, the sound rumbling against my back. “I have the originals locked away for safekeeping.”

“Very well.” Rocco stood, then exited the office into the small area near the kitchen, Soren following behind him.

Kyle was the next to leave, going back to the gym for another round. The tightness in his shoulders showing to me anyway, his anxiety and worry. Blowing off steam was always a good thing, right? Especially for a boy his age. Once we were alone, Miceli pulled me astride him and I hummed in pleasure. I shouldn’t be aroused at all considering the conversation we’d just had, yet, the idea of being in this space with the man I’d craved for so long. I gave over to the passion and allowed it to ignite my excitement.

“Are you feeling better?” He brushed his lips over mine while gripping my hips. “Not too sore anymore?”

“I am. Not as tender as yesterday or right after the incident,” I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Can you stay for a little while?”

He chuckled low and at the back of his throat. “That’s my line.”

“Is it?” Batting my lashes, I laughed, knowing exactly how foolish I appeared. “Take me to bed?”

“As you wish,” he whispered, before kissing me in a hot, crushing kiss, stealing my ability to think of anything except where we were connected.

In the next breath, he was out of the chair and headed for the stairs. His pace was quick, his determination to get me into his bed was etched across his face. He kicked shut the door behind him and locked it, closing us in without worry of being found. Rocca was two doors down, enjoying her afternoon with friends over video chat, so I knew we’d have to keep the noise down. Selfishly, I didn’t want to. I wanted everyone to know Miceli Daidone was claiming me.

I pulled off my shirt while he removed his. The wide plane of his muscular chest and hard abs had me licking my lips. He was glorious. Tanned. Tight. His tattoo stood out in relief on his chest, reminding exactly who this powerful man was. Instead of scaring me, he turned me on. The idea of those hands of his not only brought me pleasure but killed people... I must be certifiably sick in the head, being aroused by the dichotomy.

Miceli flicked open the button on my shorts and groaned. “No panties, what a little tease.”

“Maybe,” I agreed. “Or it could have been laundry day.”

He laughed, removing his slacks and boxers before climbing up onto the bed. “I can’t wait to devour you. But first.” He lined the ruddy tip of his cock with my pussy and pushed forward, filling me with a single thrust.

My eyes went wide, my body tensed the minute he retreated. I was coming. Keen whimpers of pleasure broke from me as I rolled my hips, drawing out the bliss while he shoved deep once more. The guttural groan he let loose with sparked across my skin. I trembled under him. Adrenaline pumped through my veins.

“That’s what I wanted.” He pulled out completely, then slid down the bed, positioning himself so my thighs were over his shoulders and his mouth was on my pussy.

I gasped at this man, threading my fingers through his hair as he traced the shape of my vagina. His tongue dipped inside, driving me wild with lust. He hummed against my clit while palming my breasts, adding to the sensations arcing across my clit. It was all too much and not enough. I wanted to ride his face. I wanted his mouth to be covered in my cum. I wanted him to suck on my clit until I was screaming his name. As if reading my mind, he finally drew the hard bead past his lips to suck and lash with his tongue.

I swore I swallowed my tongue.

My breath hitched. Tension pulled my body taut. Lifting my hips off the bed, Miceli pressed them back down, holding me in place with his hand. Each time he’d licked the same path, he’d stop, hover over my clit, compounding the anticipation before he’d bypass the hard bundle of nerves. By the time he delved into my passage, I was a sobbing, wet mess. I ached to the point it hurt to find no relief within his touch. This man was torturing me in the sweetest way.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered, glancing up at me from between my thighs. He swiped his tongue across my clit, and I gasped. “So ready to orgasm.” He slipped two fingers into me. I arched, coming unglued. I was sensitive. Ready to explode. He fucked me in short, powerful strokes, taking me higher while his lips were wrapped around my clit.

“Miceli,” I choked out, heart hammering, body coiled tight in expectation.

“Not yet. Not until I am inside you.” He retreated from me, then kissed a path up my body, taking his time to kiss and nibble on my nipples before burying his faced in the crook of my neck.

Then he was pushing inside of me, slowly this time. My toes curled. My head pressed against the pillow under my head as I strained through the delicious pleasure pouring through my system. I clenched around him, so close. I loved this part of an orgasm. The moment where you wanted it to stop so you could enjoy the instance for another second and then freefall into total mind-bending bliss.

Miceli ground his pelvis against mine, working the bundle of nerves until I was crying out, shaking in his arms. The bottoming out of my stomach, the beautiful electric pulse spreading throughout my body, left me a gasping, writhing mess. When I opened my eyes, Miceli stared down at me. The exertion of not moving was written all over his face as he watched me take my pleasure.

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