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“Lift your head, Liv,” he ordered.
I looked up, my eyes taking him in hungrily. He looked so good. I swore he just got better looking as he aged. The silver hairs around his ears had barely spread in the last several years, but he did have some faint lines around his eyes. His body, however, was still rock hard muscle and ink. All the way from his ridged stomach, to his lean arms, to the tattooed backs of his hands.
His brows were lowered, his eyes glittering in the firelight. He brought the cigarette to his mouth and inhaled, bending his head to exhale out the window.
He still hadn’t fully quit. When the twins were born, there was almost a year and half where he didn’t smoke once. But then he started socially smoking about six months ago and that had escalated into a cigarette after sex here and there. It was better than it was and I was grateful that he was trying.
There was an aura of distraction around him tonight. I studied him for a long moment in silence.
“You may speak, little fucktoy,” he said distractedly.
“You have some tension to work out,” I said, my voice hoarse.
His brow twitched. “Perhaps.”
“What’s wrong?”
He pushed off the window and sauntered to me, his fingers brushing up my neck.
“There’s an imbalance in my city,” he said. “Something is stirring.”
“What does that mean?” I asked softly.
He shrugged once. “Nothing that you need to worry about.”
There was a firm barrier between his life here at home, our life when we were alone together, and the city where he was both mayor and mafia boss. I respected that he wanted to keep them all separate.
“What can I do to…relieve that tension?” I murmured.
I fluttered my lashes as I dragged my gaze down to his groin and back up again. Beneath the front of his pants, his cock hardened just enough to tent the fabric.
A promise of the hard arousal he would fill me with tonight.
He cupped my chin. “Let me treat you like you’re nothing but a fucktoy.”
His grip slid down and gently encircled my throat. He bent and kissed my mouth, only pulling away when we were both breathless.
“I’m nothing butyourfucktoy,” I whispered.
I caught the faint groan in his chest as he turned away to stab out his cigarette by the window. With one hand, he unfastened his shirt halfway down his chest. Revealing the ink on his chest and the smattering of dark hair between his pectoral muscles. Transfixed, I watched him go to the dresser and take something from the top drawer.
“Open,” he said, returning to the bed.
I parted my lips and he slid a ball gag onto my tongue and locked it around the back of my head. A shudder of need moved through my stomach in a wave and centered between my legs. Somehow he knew exactly what I needed.
He lifted me and positioned me on my knees at the edge of the bed. From this angle, we could both look into the mirror across the room. My eyes met his in the reflection. Large, heavy with arousal. Desperate for release.
He brought my wrists together behind my back and clipped the chain between my cuffs. Arousal shot through my hips as he reached down and tore my panties in two with a quick twist. The fine lace shredded and fell onto the bed in scraps.
“Bend over,” he ordered.
I obeyed, tightening my core to keep my balance. His hand slid down my waist to my ass, drawing back and slapping it hard. Pain stung and I gasped, muffled by the gag. His mouth twitched and he pulled my hair free, gathering it in his hand and drawing my head back. Forcing me to look his reflection in the eye.
“Watch yourself get eaten out,” he said. “I want you whimpering around that gag while I eat out your tight pussy.”
I nodded and he sank down behind me until he wasn’t visible in the mirror anymore. My lashes fluttered and my nipples ached as his hot breath hit my pussy. Gently, he pressed his tongue deep into my slick pussy. Stretching me around him. My eyes rolled back and I clenched.
He growled, pumping twice and pulling out. He licked from my clit to my asshole, lapping at the arousal like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. My whole body ached and my sex throbbed with the need for release. He was so fucking good at this I wanted to melt into the bed and writhe while he tongue-fucked me to orgasm.
