Page 66 of Mafia Wedding

"God, I love you."

Her face instantly pales, and I grin. "Too soon?"

"Yes!"

"Good thing it's just an expression then—-"

She's visibly relieved, but just as her cheeks start regaining their color—-

"Or is it?"

Her expression immediately turns vexed, and it's just too fucking hot and cute I can't help stealing a quick hard kiss from her mouth—-as well as an equally quick bite on her lip that's just hard enough to make her hiss.

"Stop that!"

"Make me."

Teasing her has become an addiction, never mind if the flash of anger in her eyes also has me taking a careful step back. I've seen photographic evidence of how vicious my kitten can be, and when I see her taking a deep breath, I prepare myself for the worst—-

"Damn you!"

Since that can't be all there is to her wrath, maybe this response of hers is like a three-course punishment, and we're just getting starters, I mean started?

I wait for the main entrée, but nothing happens, and I look at her in bemusement. "Is that it?"

"I've never cussed out loud," Kayra mutters. "I've made it a point to avoid doing anything that's considered stereotypical to a psychopath...but I said them this time, just to let you know how annoyed I am."

Un-fucking-believable.

How can anyone as deadly as Kayra be so arousingly adorable at the same time?

One move is all I need to take her by surprise, and my kitten is back to hissing in annoyance as she finds herself flat on her back and me looming over her like a certain master from Greyskull.

"Has anyone told you you're perfect?"

"I've had someone say I was perfectly psycho if that counts?"

"Ignore them," I say right away. "Multiple studies have effectively established links between perception bias—-"

"There you go again talking like a shrink to spare my feelings."

"I guess you'll just have to get used to it...won't you?"

All she can do is gasp in response, with my hand having dipped inside her jeans, and immediately covering her desire-drenched cunt.

My gaze locks with hers as I grind the heel of my palm against her mound, and this time it's my name she gasps out as her body arches up.

"Rake!"

I start kneading her wildly quivering cunt, and a shudder rocks her slender frame.

"You like that," I growl.

All she does is nod, but the look of helpless need on her beautiful face says everything, and it makes me start playing with her clit—-

"Rake."

It's my first time to hear her moan, and I rub her swollen nub of flesh harder and faster because I want to keep hearing such sounds.

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