Page 48 of Satin Empire

Except maybe I’m starting to see this relationship in a new light, and that’s a freaking revelation I can’t process at the moment.

“Great,” I say and look at him like I’m seeing the man for the first time. He’s so damn handsome: a chiseled jawline, a straight nose, and dark eyes that seem to drink me down and hold me deep inside of him.

Without thinking, I get out of my chair and go to him. He watches me coming with a mixture of desire and curiosity. I shut his laptop lid, push it away, then sit in his lap facing him, my core pushing down into his crotch.

“Did you think I might say no?” he asks softly and leans forward to kiss my neck.

I shiver and grip the back of the chair. “I wasn’t sure. I mean, he’s some random little kid.”

“He’s your family,” Carlo says and tilts back to stare into my eyes. “I want to get to know everything about you, baby. If you’re in my life, so are they.”

I bury his mouth with mine, whimpering into the kiss. I don’t know why that turns me on so freaking much but the seriousness with which he said that sent a spike of pure lust in my core.

He wants me, he genuinely wants me, and not just to fuck and keep around as some worthless mafia housewife. He wants to be a part of my life. He brought me into this new business venture, and now he seems to actively want to meet my family.

It’s strange, but it makes me want him so fucking badly I could scream. I grind into him, groaning as his hands grab my ass, then he’s shoving me off him and I’m standing as he unbuttons my pants and pulls up my shirt. I feel exposed out back but I can’t stop as he kisses my hips, my belly, down to my mound, gripping my ass with both hands.

“I’m pretty sure your neighbors are going to hate us,” I say, eyes rolling back as he stands and pins me back against the table. His mouth buries mine as his hand slides between my legs and his fingers push deep inside my pussy.

“My neighbors are going to love the sound of your fucking moans,” he whispers as his fingers do their beautiful business, teasing in deep before rolling around my clit, in and out like that, driving me crazy.

“Oh my god, that feels good,” I say and he keeps going, driving his fingers deeper and deeper, his big hands pushing my limits until I can barely take more.

Carlo has an instinct for when I’m about to lose my mind, because he stops and turns me around, bending me over the table. I can’t think, I’m too caught up in lust, and I lean on my elbows and look back at him as he teases my entrance with his tip before gliding himself deep inside.

“That’s my fucking good girl,” he says, and I’m so full I could scream. I’m trying so damn hard not to make any noise, but he’s doing everything he can to get it out of me. His fingers stroke my clit as he fucks me from behind.

And the thought of someone catching us makes everything heightened. It’s the thrill of fear mixed with lust. He couldn’t wait a single minute, he had to take me right here, and I love that I make him that wild for me. His cock feels like heaven, his fingers like bliss, and I don’t know how much longer I can last.

His hand grabs my hair and pulls me back against him, his cock buried between my legs as his other hand strokes my clit in circles.

“You’re holding back on me, baby,” he whispers in my ear and bites my shoulder. “Don’t tell me you’re shy now.”

“I’m just enjoying myself.”

“Liar. I want to hear you scream.” He wiggles his hips and I groan. “Come on, baby, you know I love it when you’re moaning with my dick deep between your legs. There’s nothing sweeter than your face flushed and your mouth open as I take your tight little cunt.”

“Carlo,” I gasp as he starts to fuck me again. “Oh my god, you’re going to drive me crazy.”

“Scream for me, baby. Scream so loud the neighborhood isn’t sure if I’m killing you or fucking you. I want the world to wonder if I’m strangling your pretty little throat.” His hand grabs my hair tighter as he slaps my ass and fucks me rough. “You’re not shy, you filthy fucking girl. Moan for me, I know you want it.”

“Fuck, Carlo,” I say and he’s killing me, but he’s right—and I can’t help myself. Groans and gasps escape my lips, softly at first, but then he’s hammering into me and fucking me like a beast, and there’s nothing I can do. I give in to him and let go, forgetting about anyone but him as he drives in deeper and deeper, pushing my core to the very edge.

“That’s my good fucking girl,” he whispers and strums a finger over my clit.

That’s all I needed. One last stroke, one last good girl, and I come on his dick like my body needs an orgasm to survive. I melt for him, moaning, gasping, nearly screaming, because the guy’s a machine and I’m his servant, a melty, floaty, mess of a girl, willing to do whatever it takes to come again.

Then I feel him stiffen and finish, his warmth filling me from behind. I grin to myself, spinny and happy, and give him what I know he wants. “Very good boy,” I croon, smiling over my shoulder.

He shudders and beams back at me. “Fuck, you drive me crazy,” he says and roughly pulls me against him. He buries his mouth on mine, devouring me, and I let myself succumb.

Chapter 24

Carlo

The wind blows through Alana’s hair despite the scarf she has tied over her head. She smiles at me, leaning back in her seat, and I maneuver the Porsche to the north side of the city, heading for one of the warehouse spaces we’d looked at online.

It’s the third stop we’ve made this afternoon, and none of them have been right. The buildings themselves are all decent, not in great shape although the bones are solid enough that I can renovate, but the locations are all wrong. I need somewhere that’s both cool and accessible, somewhere with foot traffic where people will want to actually go. Instead, it’s always some back alley nowhere with nothing around, and I can’t imagine people traveling when there are dozens of decent spots in prime areas.

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