Page 22 of Protected By the Mafia

“Not as much as having a bounty on my head.”

His lips twitched. He gave her throat a gentle squeeze, then let his hand fall away.

Feeling bold again, Felicity tugged a little on his shirt and pitched her voice to her most seductive tone. “Got anything more scandalous?”

His eyes darkened and he tugged her forward, bringing them chest-to-chest as he wedged himself between her knees. “I’d fuck you right on this counter if I weren’t such a good guy,” he said, his voice thick and rumbly. He tilted his head and trailed his lips along her jaw. “But starting tomorrow night, if you fall asleep before me or sleep in later than me, maybe I just slide my cock inside your sweet pussy, grab hold of your fucking perfect curves, and have my way with you.”

She gasped, her body throbbing with want despite the lingering soreness that remained between her legs. That was definitely more scandalous. She licked her lips and slid her arms around his neck again. “Why don’t you just show me all your favorite things, then?”

He grunted, tugged her back by her hair, and sealed his mouth to hers. The kiss was rough and wet and had her arching against him. His other hand landed on her bare thigh and slid up, beneath the hem of her borrowed shirt, until his fingers dipped under the line of her panties to squeeze her ass. He sucked on her tongue before breaking the kiss, not easing his hold. “Then unless you tell me to stop—clearly—your body belongs to me.”

“Yes, please.”

He hadn’t expected her to be so damn eager. Nor was he an idiot. He recognized a self-distraction tactic when he saw one. Felicity was, without a doubt, overwhelmed by the emotion of the stories she’d shared with him after dinner. So she was distracting both of them the only way she could—by embracing their mutual hunger for each other. It was fucking cheating, because when she dropped to her knees in the shower, trailed her fingers over his dick, and asked him to help her learn how to give a blowjob, he was screwed. He had no choice but to comply.

Her hot little tongue teasing his length was the highest caliber torture he’d ever known. He let her set the pace when she finally parted her lips to take him into her mouth, and just the visual nearly ended him. Those plump lips, those flushed cheeks, those deceptively innocent golden amber eyes. It was all he could do not to thrust his full length past her lips and teach her what it meant to deepthroat. But she wasn’t ready for that, so he held himself in check.

With an agonizing, deliciously delirious slowness, Felicity sucked more than half his cock into her mouth. She teased the tip with her tongue, bobbed her head, and finally hollowed her cheeks on a hard suck that had him roaring his release down her throat.

Cristiano tangled one hand in her hair. “Fuck, baby, that’s it. Drink it all.”

Her tongue swirled around him one more time before she dropped back to her haunches, breathing hard. Her glorious, naked breasts heaved with each breath. She made a beautiful fucking sight, but if she stayed on her knees in front of him like that, he would lose control.

Cristiano lifted her to her feet and pulled them both under the warm spray of the shower. “Did you turn yourself on when you sucked me off, sweet Felicity?”

Her fingers danced over his chest and she nodded. “Yes.”

He turned her around, her back to his front, and walked his hand down her stomach, fingers dipping between her thighs. “How about I give you a little relief, then, without aggravating those muscles too much?”

She tried to grind against his hand, a soft whimper escaping her.

He grinned, slipped his fingers through her folds just to hear her stuttering gasp, then stroked his way up to her clit. He wanted desperately to fill her pussy, but he’d fucked her harder than he should have earlier. A few more hours’ rest would be good. Her clit, on the other hand, he could play with. So he did. And while he fingered that sensitive nub, he grabbed hold of one boob with his other hand and bent his head until he could find her skin with his lips.

She squirmed in his arms, moaning and gasping, until suddenly she let out a sharp cry and her body shuddered. With a final sigh, Felicity went limp in his arms.

Cristiano caught her and spun her around, kissing her again. “I want the sound of your orgasm for my goddamn ringtone, just so I can hear you come with my name in your mouth every fucking day.” He licked his fingers and groaned at the taste of her. She was the most addictive thing he’d ever met.

A new flush built on her cheeks. He loved the way she blushed, too. Fucking adorable.

“I don’t know if I’m comfortable with that as a ringtone,” she said. “Other people would hear it.”

He grinned, a little too wide, and squeezed her hip. “Much as I like the idea, baby, I can’t go through with it. I’d have to kill my own family.”

She let out a tired laugh, but somehow the sound was still lighter than before. Her palms slid up his chest, over his scars, and rested beside his heart. “Earlier, you said you wanted to tell me something. Tell me while we clean up, before I crash?”

Her request sobered him. It was more reasonable than she knew, and he found he was the one who suddenly wanted to distract the conversation with sex. Or perhaps that was the addiction. Either way, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and reached for the soap, belatedly remembering he’d lifted her bodywash from her apartment but then left it in the duffel. She was going to have to continue smelling like him for a while.

He could live with that, actually.

Felicity insisted on washing him first, so Cristiano absently slid his fingers through her wet hair and made a mental note to take another risk—if she was up for it—in the coming days. First, though, he had to put her through one more scare. “The reason I was late tonight,” he said, as softly as he could, “is because someone found the storehouse where I was holding Tristán.”

Felicity’s gently scrubbing hands faltered.

Cristiano caught them with his, ceasing her movement and drawing her wide-eyed gaze. “They set off some kind of small-scale EMP and fried the whole damn security network long enough to break in, bust him out of his cage, and get out. The system didn’t reboot until they were gone, so I didn’t get the alert until they were in the wind.”

She dragged in a breath. “Y-you’re saying … Tristán is … free?” The fear in her voice sliced through him.

He swept his hands up to her face, holding her gaze. Forcing her to look at him. “I’m saying he bought himself a day, maybe two. He’s not strong enough to make a break for the border or some shit like that. I will find him, Felicity, and when I do, I’ll make him pay.”

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