Page 20 of Caged Bliss

I stifle a whimper. “What now?” I whisper.

“It might help if you took off your clothes and let me tie you to the bed. We can talk business while I let these machines turn you into a melted puddle of orgasm.”

I blink rapidly. “I’d rather you did that, not the machines,” I blurt out, which I regret instantly.

He stiffens. I feel him press against me tighter and a low rumble escapes his lips. “Careful, baby,” he whispers. “I’m not sure Tommy would like it if he saw you begging for my cock.”

I take a steadying breath and force myself to change the subject. If I don’t, I really might get down on my knees and ask him to give me what I want, and that’s bad. That’s very bad.

“I did what you asked. I got the files.”

“Good girl.” His mouth grazes my neck. “Where?”

“I want more than money.”

He chuckles, low and dark, before the hand on my hip dips down to the bottom of my bodysuit. His fingers graze the inside of my bare thigh.

Oh, god. Oh my freaking god.

I’m shaking with how badly I want him right now. I must be soaked because every inch of my skin is screaming for his touch. It’s irrational, it’s primal, the sort of deep sexual yearning that threatens to crush every logical part of my brain.

He’s destroying me. He’s breaking me down to bits.

And I like it. God, I love it.

“What do you want, baby?” He turns me abruptly from the table and grabs two glasses, both champagne. I follow him to the bed and we sit, only a few feet from where an enormous dildo slams into the air. I picture that entering me over and over and shiver.

He shoves the drink in my hand and gives me a look. I sip and force myself to calm down as he moves close, his palm on my thigh, our legs touching. He leans over, kisses my neck, and I moan.

I don’t have to fake it.

“You want more money?” he whispers. “I can give you more money.” He kisses to the corner of my mouth. I want him to keep going so much I could scream.

I turn and throw my leg across his hips until I’m straddling him. He throws his glass of champagne back then tosses it onto the floor. The glass bounces and rolls away. I do the same thing; mine shatters into a million pieces.

His hands grab my ass and he pulls me tighter into his lap.

I wrap my arms around his neck.

He’s rock fucking hard between my legs.

My god, he’s so hard that he’s almost pulsing. And he’s big, really big. I move my hips, just a tiny bit, and his eyes burn into mine with a shocking lust. He’s barely holding back.

I lean forward, kissing his throat. “I want you to get my sister away from Tommy.” I kiss back to his ear and run my tongue along the outer shell. “I want you to get her into rehab and help her get clean.” I nibble on the lobe, my hips moving faster, grinding my pussy against his hard dick. Fuck, it feels good. His fingers grip my ass hard, moving me in a rhythm now. “And I want you to put her through college when she’s ready.”

I pull back so he knows that’s everything. But I’m not sure he’s even listening. His eyes are blissed out as I grind harder and I’m whimpering now, moaning like an idiot, dry-humping this total stranger, my boss’s boss, a member of the freaking Bianco Crime Family. He’s dangerous, deadly dangerous, and dripping with wealth and power. He could crush me.

He’s everything I need.

And he’s about to make me come.

“Is that all, baby?” he asks, grabbing my hair with one hand, moving my hips faster with the other. I’m grinding hard into his thick cock and gasping for air. I can’t believe how good this feels but the tension’s driving me absolutely wild. Meanwhile, the mechanical cock monsters keep on pounding at nothing, making enough noise to cover our conversation.

“That’s all,” I moan, my mouth hanging open.

He leans forward, his lips inches from mine. My head’s in outer space as my muscles tense. I’m grinding into him faster and whimpering like a drooling idiot, all because of this gorgeous asshole.

“Then you work for me. And once Tommy’s out of the picture, I’ll give you everything you want. Do we have a deal?”

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