Page 12 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

“I moved here when I was twelve.” My stomach knots. “To live with my aunt.”

I’m not sure why I say it. I know Andre doesn’t really want to get to know me, it’s just small talk before we both get tipsy enough to get naked. But I guess after a year of being on my own, I’m more lonely than I thought.

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ANDRE

My eyes are on her, but hers are on the landscape.

“Are you two close?”

She shakes her head. “Cassi’s really the only family I have. What about you?”

My jaw sets, eyes flying to the view in front of us. This is not the time or the place to talk about me. That is not why we are here.

“I’m a closed book, sweetheart.”

I set my champagne down on a side table and turn to face her. Just like that, our ‘get to know each other’ session is done. This is what we came here for.

I slide out of my jacket and toss it on the floor.

“Getting straight to it, huh?” She smirks.

“I wanted to get straight to it in that fucking booth,” I growl. “I feel like I should reimburse you for that dress, though.”

“Why?” The vein on the side of her neck is pulsing, and her pupils are dilated as her chest rises and falls at a faster pace.

“Because I very much want to tear it off you.”

“This old thing?” She glances down at herself, fighting a smile as she tugs on the hem, shimmying her body a little. Her breasts bounce, and she glances up at me, whimpering as her eyes meet mine.

I’m burning for her.

Her lips parts as if she is about to say something, but I cross the distance between us, my hands tangling in her soft curls as I crash my lips to hers.

I devour her, and she melts against me, moaning.

God, that sound shoots straight through me.

My right hand moves to her waist and guides us until she’s pressed up against the window. I only break the kiss long enough to take her champagne glass and toss it aside, spilling the contents all over the carpet before devouring her mouth once more.

Tracing my tongue along her lower lip, I ask to be let in, and she lets me explore her. I’m greedy, taking everything she offers. And just like that, I’m addicted.

She holds my shirt and pulls me closer against her, my thigh moving between hers, finding her blazing.

I want her to grind up against me, know exactly how bad she wants me.

Gasping for air, she lets her head fall back against the glass, and I go for her jaw, her neck, kissing, biting, sucking. Marking. Claiming. Even if just for tonight.

“Would you like this better, Lila?” I move to stand fully between her legs.

Her dress has ridden up almost to her waist, and I lean in once more, blowing gently to tickle her skin, reveling on the shiver that makes her tremble in my arms.

“How do you like it, Lila?”

Her breath catches as my hips grind into her, forcing her to feel just what she does to me. My hardness against her heated center, with only her panties keeping me from getting drenched by her.

“I… I…”

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