Page 8 of Claiming His Mafia Princess

DALILA

My fear melts away when I taste him again — my anger dissipates, and all I can feel is his heart hammering against his chest in time with mine.

Nevio is a killer, an enforcer, while he looks quiet and unassuming. I know who this man is, and I know I shouldn’t want to kiss him.

Everything inside me says I should kick, scream and fight my way away from this, but I can’t make myself let go of him. In his arms I feel safe, as if this monster would murder anyone who touched me, but he’d never lay a finger on me.

My skin burns like fire with need when he touches me. His cock is hard, strained against his pants. There’s no hiding it when he pulls me against him and deepens the kiss that I started.

Tomorrow I’ll be married to the man the devil kissed.

Nevio pulls me up into his arms, against his hardness, and takes me to his bed, our bed now. He puts me down tenderly, kissing me, his hands roaming over my silk pajamas. Teasing me, making me buzz with need. “Please.” I hiss into his kiss. I want more. “Nevio, please don’t stop.” I beg, breathless — desperate.

“Not tonight, Dalila.” He growls, burying his head in my neck, “Tomorrow night, I will make you mine. After we’re married.” Now he’s a gentleman, what the fuck, he kills people and in bed he wants to be chivalrous.

“I don’t want to wait anymore.” I say, hoping he will give me what my body is so desperately craving. Nevio pauses. He looks down into my eyes and smiles at me. It’s a devilish smile, one that reveals parts of him no one sees. Playful and mischievous.

“Patience,” he says, “I will make you feel good, but I am not taking your virginity tonight.” My body shivers at the low timber of his voice. Then his fingers slip under my shirt, his warm hands against my skin. I moan at the sensation.

My nipples pebble hard when the palm of his hand grazes over them. It’s like a tingle that turns from painful to pleasurable. I want him to stop, at the same time I want more — God, please don’t let him stop.

He pulls my top off, over my head and throws it off the bed behind him. On his knees towering over me, Nevio looks at my exposed body. A hunger in his eyes that I’ve only read about in the books in my old bedroom. Then he leans down and kisses me. Harsh, rough — his need matching the desire firing inside me. He kisses down my neck, a trail of heat making me writhe beneath him, wanting so much more.

When he suckles my nipple into his mouth, my back arches off the bed and I let out a cry of pleasure. His tongue swirls around the sensitive bud, making my pussy wet. He keeps kissing me, lower and lower, down my belly. When he reaches the top of my shorts, I hold my breath — wanting more but afraid of what more is.

No man has ever touched me this way, and while I am hot with want, the shiver of fear still lurks beneath the surface. He hooks his finger into the elastic and pulls them off, shoving them down my spread thighs. They’re not off, but I’m naked and exposed to him, those dark blue eyes taking mental pictures before he kisses my inner thighs.

My pussy clenches with each kiss, and when he nips gently, biting me, I moan his name. My whole body shivers and shakes. I have read about this — in those same books — but never imagined how intimate it would be to have a man down there.

His face is so close to my most private parts, I’m shy, but so turned on I can’t stop him — so I lean back, turning my face into the pillow so I can’t see the way his eyes glaze over my body.

My fingers grip the soft cotton bed covers. When his tongue touches my clit, my whole body jerks. When my legs try to close on their own, he forces them apart with his hands holding me open and exposed to him. “Nevio,” I cry softly, “I haven’t—” he pauses when I stop talking. “No one has ever touched me — there.”

The pause only lasts a moment before his mouth is on my pussy again, licking — teasing — making me want to close my legs. My orgasm teeters on the edge and every time I think I am going to come, he slows down again. The sweet torment is driving me crazy, the inaudible words coming from my mouth sound like someone else.

Nevio doesn’t stop. His tongue rubs against my throbbing clit and when he slides a finger into my tight pussy, I am no longer in control. My entire body shakes and gives in to his caresses, and my pussy clamps over his finger as wave after wave of pleasure engulfs my body entirely.

I gasp and then I can’t breathe.

It’s more intense than it ever felt when I played alone.

It’s more intense than any of those books described.

Nevio chuckles, low and dark, and crawls his way back up over my body.

His cock is throbbing. It’s so hard against his pants.

I want to feel it.

I reach out and run my hands over the bulge as he lies down next to me.

He grabs my hand, shuddering under my touch.

“Don’t,” He says, his voice thick with warning.

“Why not?” I pout, not think it’s very fair of him to deny me.

“Because if you touch me, I won’t be able to control myself. I want to wait. Until tomorrow night.”

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