Page 32 of Taken By the Mobster

Olivia leaned back and rested her head on his shoulder. “I know. I trust you.” She put her hands over his, tugging on them until he completely wrapped her in his arms. “Help me not be afraid anymore, Declan. It’s been so long since I felt anything good.”

“Close your eyes,” he whispered. “Trust me.” He slid his hands down her hips to the apex of her thighs, then lowered them until his fingers skimmed the top of her underwear.

Olivia took a deep breath and closed her eyes. This was Declan. He wouldn’t hurt her. He couldn’t.

Declan slipped his fingers into her underwear and between her legs. He found her clit with his middle finger and rubbed it slowly.

Olivia gasped, and her hips jerked toward his hand. She leaned against his chest as he slipped his hand into her underwear, and his long finger entered her.

“There you go, baby,” he whispered. “I got you.”

He pressed his thumb against her clit, sending an electric jolt rushing through her. If Declan hadn’t been holding her waist, she might have fallen. Olivia groaned as he circled the sensitive nub of nerves with his thumb, and his finger pumped in and out of her. His lips found her earlobe, and he sucked it into his mouth as he took a single step toward the bed.

The movement caused Declan’s hand to move inside her, sending a shot of pure bliss right through her. Olivia trembled, her knees shaking, and when he did it again, she had to hold back her scream of pleasure. Declan smiled against her neck and took another step forward. He eased a second finger into her entrance, his entire palm pressed against her. They stood at the side of the bed: her body held tight against his chest, his lips on her neck, his fingers moving inside her at a maddening pace.

Declan pushed his hips into her back and urged her to move, rocking Olivia’s body against his hand. “Come on, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear. His breath tore in and out of his throat, making his voice impossibly deep and sexy.

Olivia’s hips jerked as she ground against Declan’s hand, filthy moans helplessly falling from her lips.

“Oh, fuck, baby, that’s it,” Declan groaned.

Olivia whimpered at the feeling of fullness as a third finger joined the other two, and desire overwhelmed her.

“Let go, Liv. Let me take care of you,” he urged.

Olivia grabbed the hand Declan had around her waist and tugged, guiding it to her breast, the nipple hard and erect, pushing against the fabric of the shirt she wore. Declan rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, sending a sharp sensation shooting through her.

She dug her nails into his arm right above his wrist, and her hips bucked as he fucked her with his fingers. Her body was wound tight, approaching an orgasm, something she hadn’t experienced in years. Olivia tensed in anticipation.

Declan’s movements slowed, and his lips moved back to her ear. “Relax, Liv. Take a deep breath, and let it happen.” He caressed her as he nibbled at her neck, kneading her breast with his other hand.

Olivia took a deep breath and released it. She closed her eyes and leaned back against Declan’s chest.

“Yeah, that’s my girl,” he whispered as he pumped his fingers, twisting them so he brushed against her sweet spot. He slid his other hand down her waist and between her legs, finding her clit with his fingers.

“Right there,” Olivia gasped. “Oh my God, right there.”

Declan plunged his fingers in and out of her, hitting her sweet spot with each thrust of his fingers. His mouth closed over her pulse point and he sucked, the dual sensations too much for her to take.

She let go in a burst of pure pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and every nerve ending ignited as she had the most mind-blowing orgasm she had ever experienced. Her brain short-circuited, and she lost awareness of everything but Declan.

He lowered her to the bed, still kissing her neck. Olivia laid on her stomach, her head on her arms, her body trembling from the aftershocks of the intense orgasm she had experienced. Declan laid beside her and brushed her hair from her face. She turned to face him and put her hand on his cheek.

“Thank you,” she said. “That was amazing. I forgot how wonderful it could be with someone you—.” Her mouth snapped shut. She couldn’t bring herself to say the words.

Declan pulled her back into his arms and peppered her face with kisses. “You don’t need me in your life, macushla. I’m bad news, no good for you. I need to let you go.” His arms tightened around her, contradicting the words he had just said.

Olivia shook her head. “No. Don’t say that.”

Declan sighed. “Olivia—.”

She buried her face against his chest and shook her head. She refused to listen to him, refused to entertain the thought that she would lose him before she got him back. There was no turning back for her. She was too far gone. Not now, not after everything. Olivia had damned herself and fallen in love with a mobster.

Chapter 16

Olivia

The crack of a gunshot echoed through the room, dragging Olivia from a deep sleep. She shot upright, a choked scream coming out of her. The blankets wrapped around her legs, trapping and holding her hostage. A heavy weight settled on her waist.

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