Page 46 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

“For god’s sake. It’s been weeks…No! Never mind!” She takes a deep breath. “Is that a threat?”

“Think of it more of a recommendation,” I tell her, looking down at my laptop and pulling up my email.

“Andre—”

I glance up from the screen and almost melt at the sight of her ocean blue eyes.

Fuck, I’d forgotten how stunning she is. I know I need to be around her to ensure her silence, but this is going to be so much harder than I thought. Especially when my dick is throbbing in my pants, practically screaming at me to bend her over this very desk and show her who’s her boss.

“You can go now.” I try to sound bored. I can’t let her know how much she affects me. Not when she could use it against me.

Lila opens her mouth as if to say something else, her eyes searching my face for an answer I refuse to give her.

At my silence, she gets up and stalks out slamming the door behind her, and I can’t say my eyes aren’t glued to her luscious ass the entire time.

Turning back to my laptop, I close my email and open up my security app which shows a live feed of all the cameras I had installed the moment Max signed on the dotted line.

I flick through them, looking quickly at the main reception area, the break room, my office, and finally Lila’s office. I sit back in my chair, watching as she walks in and kicks off her heels. I smile as she rubs her hands over her face and starts pacing the room.

I love that my being here has such an effect on her.

“I’m in your head, Lila Morano.”

And you’re in mine.

As if to confirm that thought, my dick rubs against the zipper of my pants, and I bite back a groan as I watch Lila.

The smell of her perfume still lingers in the air around me, transporting me back to the booth at the bar, my tongue licking her neck as I teased her nipple through her dress.

“Fuck, Lila.”

I let myself give into the temptation of her. Just because I have a no-sleeping-with-a-woman-more-than-once rule, doesn’t mean I can’t jerk off to her.

Before I have a chance to talk myself out of it, I reach down and undo my pants, reaching into my boxers and pulling my aching cock free.

It seems no amount of self-pleasuring satisfies the need to be buried inside Lila. Simply watching her perch on the edge of her desk, her legs crossed over one another causing her dress to rise up and expose her thighs, has me gripping my cock and pumping hard.

“Fuck.” I press a few buttons on my laptop and zoom in.

I allow myself to remember what it was like to trail my fingers along the soft skin of her inner thigh, feeling the wetness pool between her legs as I slowly ran my tongue up her center.

I move my thumb over the tip of my cock, cursing at the bead of precum already forming.

With Lila, it’s like I’m nothing more than a horny teenager, quick off the mark as I let my eyes fall to her chest on the screen.

Her dress is form fitting and barely contains her full tits, which beg to break free of the material.

What I wouldn’t do to storm in there and rip it right off her before wrapping those delicious thighs around my waist and fucking her so hard she’s screaming my name for the entire building to hear.

Because everyone needs to learn who Lila Morano belongs to.

I tighten my grip on my cock, hissing as I start increasing my pace.

She is mine.

Even if I can’t have her in the way she deserves, the thought of someone else touching her, being inside her, has my blood heating with rage.

I want to mark her. Have her spread on the desk before me like a fucking dessert as I spill onto those luscious tits. To know that she walks around this office with the evidence of my claiming beneath her dress.

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