Page 17 of Mafia Baby

Dominic looks down, licking his own lips before he looks at me. Feeling a sudden burst of bravery, I smile softly and reach up to whisper in his ear.

“I was thinking about going to the VIP room, if you wanted to join me?”

I step away and watch as he puts my thong into his jacket pocket. Then he places his drink down on the bar and stands up, taking my hand and leading me up the stairs.

Chapter Seven

Dominic

Gianna’s hand is tight in mine as we climb the club’s stairs to the VIP room.

I’ve been watching the floor all night, so I know no one else is in there.

I’m surprised at Gianna’s bold move, but I’m glad she made it. I might have followed through on my decision not to see her again, for Will’s sake, if she hadn’t handed me her tiny pair of underwear.

There’s no way I’m turning down this open invitation.

Stepping into the room, the loud music from the dance floor is barely audible. This room was designed to be soundproof. There’s a full wall made of glass, but it’s one-way mirror glass. So we can see out, but no one can see in.

Inside the room is a velvet couch and some throw pillows. There’s also a small fridge in here which I know they fill up with alcohol every day.

Leading Gianna into the room, I make sure that the door is locked behind us. The one thing that would ruin the mood now would be some douchebag bartender bringing a drunk girl up here and walking in on us naked.

I turn the light down to be so dim that I can just make out Gianna’s curves.

I bring her to me and kiss her, biting down on her bottom lip. She gasps and that’s all it takes to push me over the edge. I already know that she’s not wearing underwear, so that’s one less step to worry about.

I push her up against the wall and kneel in front of her, lifting the bottom of her dress over my head.

Opening her lips, I softly lick her first, waiting for the first moan before thrusting my tongue into her opening. Gianna moans again and squeezes her thighs together on either side of my head. I keep going just until she’s wet enough for me, although she was halfway there before I even began.

I stand up and kiss her neck, biting softly as I make my way down her neck and slip her dress off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. I suckle each one as Gianna runs her hands through my hair, calling out my name.

“Tell me what you want.” I growl into her ear, nibbling on the lobe as I do.

“I want you to fuck me.” Gianna moans. “Reaper,” she whimpers.

I pull back and look at her. How does she know my business name and why does the sound of her saying it make my cock leap to attention, ready to burst.

She smiles slyly at me. “What? It’s your name, isn’t it?”

I smile a little at her, trying to sort out how I’m feeling. “Yes, but never in the bedroom.”

“This isn’t a bedroom,” she says coyly, reaching between us to touch my straining cock, trapped behind my slacks.

“I can’t argue with that,” I agree. I lean closer to her and whisper in her ear, “No one calls me that but business partners and the men I’m hunting down to kill. It’s not yours to use.”

She pouts a little, a flash of real anger in her emerald eyes for a moment. “Fine,” she says petulantly. “But you can’t stop me from thinking of it when I look at you.”

The rest of her dress slips down her hips as I stand in front of her and unbuckle my pants. She starts on the buttons of my shirt. Her fingers are frantic, grabbing at my skin in between each button.

Gianna places her lips on my upper chest, moving down with her tongue. As she reaches my lower abdomen, I pull her up. I want to enjoy myself fully inside her, and that might not happen if I let that pretty little mouth wrap around my cock again.

Moving her over to the deep couch in the room, I lay her down and reach over to my pants, looking for a condom, playing with her clit as I do so. Gianna lays still, allowing my hands to roam over her as they please, moaning with pleasure.

“Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” Gianna breathes. “What happened?”

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