Page 18 of Betraying the Mafia Boss

I try to cover my extra sensitive breast, but he pushes my hand away, taking it down to wrap around his erection.

He’s as hard as a rock. Big. My clit pulsates wickedly.

My heart is pounding as I take him in my hand, feeling the heat and hardness of him. I can barely breathe, my desire clouding my senses.

"I know it's not the right place, but I can't resist you," I whisper, my voice shaky with need.

He chuckles, a deep rumble that vibrates through me. "I don't want you to resist. I want you to feel as much as I do right now."

With that, he pushes me down onto the floor, his legs straddling my thighs. His lips find mine once more, his tongue delving into my mouth, exploring and teasing. My breath catches in my throat as I feel his erection pressing against me, the moisture between my legs growing with each of his kisses.

I moan, arching against him as his hands roam over my body, a trail of fire leaving tingling in their wake. I can feel his hunger for me, the desperation that threatens to consume us both as we continue to kiss, our senses dancing a passionate waltz in the dimly lit room.

“I need you,” I whisper against his lips, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.

“I need you too,” he rasps, his breath hot on my skin. His hands slide down my body, cupping my ass, pulling me closer to him, our naked skin rubbing against each other.

I can feel the heat of his erection against my most intimate area, the friction causing me to moan again, my core clenching in response.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he growls, his voice gravelly with need.

With one swift movement, he rips of my panties, pushes my thighs apart and positions himself at my entrance. My breath catches in my throat as I feel the tip of him pressing against me, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me closer. I whimper with need as he slowly pushes into me, my eyes fluttering shut as I feel the fullness of him filling me up.

His thrusts are slow and deliberate at first, our bodies moving in sync with one another, the heat between us growing with each passing moment. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, my nails digging into his back as I try to get more of him inside me.

Our pace quickens, our bodies moving in a frenzy, our moans and gasps filling the storage room. The pleasure building inside me feels like waves crashing against a rocky shore, each one more intense than the last, my heart pounding in my chest as I finally let go, my body shaking with the intensity of my orgasm.

He continues to thrust into me, his own release building, his hands gripping my hips tightly. His lips find mine once more, his tongue intertwining with mine as he releases inside me, the warm liquid filling me up.

We lie there, panting, our bodies still moving as we come down from our shared high. He pulls out of me, his cock leaving a wet trail of cum down my thigh.

I look up at his face, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and regret.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, his voice hoarse.

I lift a hand to brush hair away from his forehead.

“Don’t be. This was incredible.” I pause trying to catch my breath. I’m not completely off my high yet and my body still tingles all over.

He leans down and kisses me gently, his hand tracing the curve of my hip.

“It was way better than I thought,” he says, his voice firm.

We lie there, our bodies fitting together, our hearts beating in sync. I glance up at Vincent and our eyes meet. Something about the way he looks at me makes my heart race.

A voice in the back of my head tells me this is more than sex—for me at least. I’m insanely attracted to this man, but I can’t tell if he sees me as a booty call or if he’ll want something more.

Then Elio flashes through my mind. I wonder what his reaction will be when he finds out I just fucked the man I’m supposed to be leading to his death.

One thing is certain, he won’t be pleased.

***

“Hey,” a voice whispers. It’s so throaty and deep, I think I’m dreaming so I smile and stir in my sleep.

It sounds like Vincent, and I really don’t know why I’m dreaming about him, but I don’t hate that I’m dreaming about him either.

“Hey, Silver. Wake up,” the same voice says again, as a warm hand cups my cheek.

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