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His fingertips climbed higher, sneaking past the edge of my panties, then swiping through my folds.

“Fuck,” I hissed, banging my head on the wall. “Raf, please.”

“You’re so goddamn wet,” he growled, moving his fingers faster, finding my clit with expertise. “I bet you taste fuckin’ divine.”

I groaned out, his words having just as much of an effect on me as his fingers were. I’d never been one for talk during any kind of intimacy, but Raf was changing the game for me in that department without even realizing it.

“Fuck it,” he growled, pulling his hand away.

My eyes snapped open as I stared down and watched him dive beneath my dress. He gripped each of my thighs, lifting me off the wall and placing them on his shoulders and—

“Oh my God.” My palms slapped against the wall, my attention not able to move off of the sight in front of me: Raf on his knees, buried beneath my dress as he swiped his tongue from my hole, up to my clit, then back down again, plunging it inside me. “Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please, Raf, don’t stop.”

He growled, moving his tongue faster, lapping me up like he was on death row and I was his last goddamn meal.

I needed something to hold on to, anything to touch, so I grabbed the top of his head, wishing that I could—my mind took over before I could even think about it and I untied my dress at the side, letting it flop open.

“Fuck. Me.” I weaved my fingers through his hair, staring down at him as he gazed up, not stopping his torment on my clit. “Raf, you look…fuck…” I moaned, thrusting my hips harder into his face. The sight of him kneeling below me, his face buried between my legs was almost too much to take. “That’s it, baby,” I groaned out, not thinking about my words. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”

I tensed, my entire body going ramrod straight as my orgasm slammed through me with so much force that my ears popped and my senses went into overdrive.

Damn. It had never felt like that before.

“I got you,” Raf murmured, moving his head and grabbing me around the waist as I slid to the floor. “I got you, mama.”

CHAPTER 6

RAFAEL

I tried to keep the grin off my face as I sauntered down the stairs and back outside, licking my lips and still tasting her on them, but it was real damn hard when I knew what I was leaving behind in the bathroom.

Every part of me wanted to turn back around, say fuck it, and do every single thing to her that my body desired.

But I couldn’t.

I had to remember where I was, and who I was with.

Fuck. I’d forgotten about Alina.

I paused in the kitchen, grimacing at the idea that I had to go back out there and sit next to her. I had no idea how she’d managed to invite herself along today, but I had somehow picked her up and brought her here with me.

Did that mean I was leading her on? Because there was no way in hell that anything was happening between the two of us.

She was to the Mafia what puck bunnies were to hockey players. She wanted in as a girlfriend or a wife, but it was only for clout, to assert some kind of control over everyone around her. Too bad for her that it would never fuckin’ happen, not with me anyway. She had me pegged for a fool, but she was so damn wrong.

I heard Peyton’s footsteps overhead, signaling that she would be down in a matter of minutes. She’d need some time to right her clothes and do her dress up. Holy shit, the image of her was making me hard again, and the last thing I needed was to—

“There you are!” I snapped my head around as Navy bounded into the kitchen with Dario in her arms. She gripped my forearm, her eyes wide as she blurted out, “You need to get back out there and save Bailey.”

“What?” I frowned, already stepping around Navy, concern thrashing through me. “Why?”

Navy raised a brow and tensed her fingers on my arm, causing me to halt. “One word: Alina.”

“Fu—” I cut myself off as I glanced at Dario and gave him a cheeky smile. “—dge. Fudge. I meant fudge.”

Navy pursed her lips and raised her brows at me. “Sure you did.” She laughed as she let my arm go and waltzed past me and into the living room where I heard her greet, “Oh, hi, Peyton.”

Dammit. I needed to get out there asap so it didn’t look like I’d just spent the last ten minutes eating Peyton’s pussy out.

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