Page 17 of Betraying the Mafia Boss

“Do you mind if I…” She rolls her lips between her teeth. “I’m kind of cold.”

Heat travels down my spine, shooting straight to my cock at her request. I can feel my erection stretch my slacks. “That might be dangerous.”

“I don’t mind danger.”

I lift my arm and shift to make some space for her. Not much. Just enough she’ll have to sit close. She’s small and fragile, I want to protect her in every way I can.

She looks up at me, and I see a different kind of vulnerability in her eyes. Without thinking, I lean in, our lips meeting in a gentle, reassuring kiss. It's not fueled by desperation or loneliness, but by deep longing. I’m kissing her tenderly, but I’m ravenous now.

I want to pull her close and kiss her like both our lives depend on it.

Her hand traces my neck until her arms are wrapped around me and she deepens our kiss.

Chapter Six

Isabella

Vincent is stealing my breath away with each swipe of his tongue into my mouth. His kiss is ravenous and desperate. And somehow, I can feel his hands all over me, unzipping my dress, pushing the hem up and sliding between my thighs.

I grab his sweater, clutching tight as I kiss him back.

Fuck, he’s such a good kisser. His tongue brushes mine with primal need and he taste like champagne and mint gum.

A zap of electricity ripples through me as his finger glides up my thigh. I’m aching all over for him, my core pulsing to have him touch me in very intimate ways.

Vincent breaks our kiss, pulling away to look into my eyes. His eyes are dark with need, reflecting the desperation in mine. My gaze falls to his lips, they’re swollen from our rough kiss and I want to suck on them.

“Do you want this to go any further?” he asks, his voice rough and husky.

I nod. “Yes. I want it to go further. I want to feel you inside me.”

I don’t feel ashamed when the throbbing between my legs intensifies with every breath I take. I’ll lose my mind if I can’t have him tonight.

His hand slides out from between my thighs and moves to my neck, wrapping tightly around it.

“You won’t regret it?”

I bite my lip, my voice raspy. “I won’t, so please fuck me.”

I may regret it, but I can’t bring myself to care about the things I may regret right now.

“Oh, god. How the hell am I supposed to stay away from you when you’re so fucking beautiful?” A moan escapes my lips when his fingers brush across the swell of my breast. His touch is electric and it’s driving me to the point where I can feel my self-control slipping away from me.

His lips find mine again and this time he’s kissing me with a need which can’t be denied. He tilts my head to the side, then kisses down my neck.

My body feels like a stick of dynamite. This man has lit the fuse and I’m ready to detonate. I want to feel his warmth, his touch and everything else he has to offer tonight.

He pulls my dress from my shoulders and it pools at my feet. I’m left wearing only my panties.

“Wow.” He gasps like it’s the first time he’s seen a naked woman, and I’m suddenly too self-aware. My nipples are hard and dark with lust and his eyes are drinking me in like I’m fine wine.

Flames lick my cheeks, my stomach churning. “What?”

“You’re perfect when you’re naked,” he rasps. “Your body is so beautiful. I want to see you like this, spread over my bed.”

“But we’re locked in a storeroom,” I manage to say as my entire body flushes at his words.

He reaches out and grabs my wrist, pulling me closer. “You’re right, but I intend to make the best out of the situation.”

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