Page 17 of Mafia Star

“Is that what you want? Do you want people to watch me spank you? Watch me fuck you for the first time?”

“Fuck me? I didn’t agree to any of this.”

“Yes. You did. You did when you stepped into my arms. You did when you sent Danny away. You did when you didn’t argue with my suggestion. You know you could have said no at any point, and I would have respected that. But you haven’t.”

He turns my head toward him, and I put up minimal resistance. When our gazes meet, he lowers his mouth to mine. His kiss is possessive, and I relinquish control immediately. His hand slides between us and cups my pussy. I press my hips forward, but he does nothing more. I whimper with need.

“Do you want people to watch us, Beth? Do you want other women to see my cock as I fuck you?”

“No.”

My answer is immediate. I don’t want that at all. Normally, I don’t mind some exhibitionism. But I’m suddenly feeling territorial in a way I never have before. I have my own question.

“Would you allow other men to see me?”

“If that’s what you want. Since I’m the only man who’s going to fuck you from now on, let them see what I have. What they’ll never have.”

“From now on? Marco, you don’t decide that.”

“I know. But you’ve been here since we ran into each other, yet you’ve only watched. I’ve done the same. Neither of us has fucked someone else. We’ve messed around, but no dick has entered your cunt, and I haven’t put mine in any. Why is that, Beth?”

I close my eyes. I don’t want to admit this aloud. Instead, I lean into him. He kisses my forehead and releases me to take my hand. We walk side-by-side to a stairwell. This leads to private rooms I’ve never gone into before. I look up at Marco, who’s staring at someone else. I follow his gaze and recognize the owner of the club. The guy nods to Marco, and we head up the stairs. He seems to know where he’s going, but the first door we stop at has the light glowing underneath. We move to a second, and he opens that one. The lights automatically flick on.

He follows me in. His hand goes to my nape as the door clicks closed. He pulls me back and past him until my back hits the door. His hold slides to my throat and isn’t tight, so I don’t fight it. I could break away if I wanted. We come together for this kiss, and I can’t get enough. All my pent-up desire and frustration from the past week and a half pours forth. We nip and suck at each other’s lips and tongue. His hands massage my tits while mine roam over him. But the moment I’m done reaching everything I can, he snags mine and pins them over my head. I’m stretched against him, my back arching to push out my tits.

“Did you really want to scene with Danny tonight?”

His warm breath beside my ear is so fucking erotic that I almost don’t understand the question.

“No.”

“Did you want to find Jeff and scene with him?”

“I would have.”

“Answer my question, piccolina. Did you want to?”

“No.”

“Who did you really want?”

“You. Did you want to scene with someone else?”

“No.”

“Would you have?”

“Yes.”

I don’t like that answer. Not in the least. Especially not after he said he hadn’t fucked anyone since we ran into each other. I know it makes me a hypocrite, and I’m fine with it.

“Do you know why I would have?”

“Because—”

“I want to fuck every thought of you out of my brain and my balls.”

He speaks over me, not interested in any answer I might come up with.

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