Page 21 of Ruthless Mafia Heir

"Look at how wet you are for me already," he adds, shoving a hand between my legs, his fingers grazing the outside of my slit again. "You really need my cock inside of you, don’t you?"

His words are almost taunting. He already knows the answer. I can’t deny him now, not if I wanted to.

And God, I don’t want to, not even one little bit.

"Spread your legs."

I move them apart, looking over my shoulder at him. He slides his hand up the back of my neck, his fingers wrapping around the hair at my nape and giving it a light tug.

"You know how good you look right now, Sophia?" he murmurs. "You’re practically begging for my cock."

The filthy words fall out of his mouth with such ease. I know it’s far from the first time he’s said them. I don’t care, can’t care. I’m staring at him, silently begging him to give me what I need. And finally, he reaches down for his cock and takes himself into his hand.

Even the barest glimpse I can get of his dick from this angle looks so fucking good. And it feels even better when he shifts forward to press himself against my entrance, just the head popping past my aching slit. I groan again, my fingertips clawing at the wall.

And, slowly, slowly, he feeds the rest of his cock inside of me, taking his sweet time, letting me get used to the feel of him thrusting deep inside my pussy. I’ve never felt anything like this before. I’ve never been so reckless, not in all my life, and it feels as though I’m going to burst, as though the pleasure is threatening to rise up and consume me at any moment.

"Push back against me," he orders, and I obey him at once. He lets out a satisfied groan as I grind back on the last few inches of his cock, taking his full length into me at last.

The fullness is almost more than I can take, and I have to pause for a moment just to get used to the feel of him like this. He rests his hands on my hips and lowers toward me so that his mouth is just an inch or two from my ear.

"You have no fucking idea how long I’ve been waiting to have you like this," he tells me, a low growl rising up from somewhere deep in his chest. And then, at last, he begins to move.

The way he fucks me, right there against the wall of the restaurant, is more than anything I could ever have imagined, even in my wildest fantasies—the pressure of his fingertips digging into my hips as he pulls me onto him, his breath in my ear, all of it building to that point of no return that threatens to give me something I know I will never be able to replicate with anyone else.

He wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me flush against his body, and I can feel his breath starting to grow ragged against the back of my neck. Another moan escapes my lips, and this time, he clamps his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet.

"Careful, now," he warns me. "You don’t want anyone from the restaurant seeing you out here getting fucked by the boss, do you?”

The words are downright torment, so hot I can’t think straight. I need to stop this. But I need it to go on, more than anything. I’m grinding myself back into him with every thrust, feeling his length throbbing inside of me, the practiced skill with which he fucks me, like he owns me—like he knows I’m already helpless to resist him.

I’ve been teetering on the brink of an explosive climax since the moment I felt him push into me, but finally, I feel myself go over the edge and into my release. I clench around his cock, my body giving in to the intensity of the attraction between us. Nothing can touch this, nothing can come close. I claw at the walls, his hand clamped over my mouth to keep the moans of pleasure from escaping my lips, and rock back against him, desperate and needy.

"That’s it, baby," he murmurs in my ear, his teeth catching slightly on my lobe. "Come for me, okay? Come all over this cock..."

He plunges himself into me one last time and stills, allowing me to massage him to his own climax. I feel the moment he tips over the edge, and it sends another shock wave of pleasure through my body, knowing I’ve been enough to get him off, knowing I’ve turned him on enough that he can’t do anything but give in to it.

He holds himself there for a long moment and then, finally, pulls back, turning me around and pulling me into another kiss. My legs are trembling so hard, it’s virtually impossible for me to stay upright, and I cling to him for dear life.

When he pulls back, his eyes are dark, the expression on his face nearly impossible to read. He presses his forehead against mine, staring into my eyes. And then, at last, he speaks.

"You need to tell me how the hell you know about Silencio."

Chapter Fourteen—Blake

As we drive back to my place, I glance at her out of the corner of my eye.

She’s not looking at me. Her eyes are pinned to the window, staring out into the city streets beyond the glass, like she wishes she could be anywhere in the world but here with me right now. I could have offered to drive her back to her place, but I want to keep her close tonight.

Not just because of the intense sexual encounter we just had, either. No, when she mentioned Silencio, everything fell away for a moment. There’s no way she should know about that, but she does. How? Who told her? I need to know where the leak has sprung so I can plug it up.

We pull to a halt outside the apartment building where I keep my penthouse in the city. I could have taken her to my father’s estate, but I don’t want my family asking questions about her. I don’t want to explain how easy it has been for me to fall for someone like her, someone I barely even know, someone who could, all too easily, compromise everything I’ve been working for all this time. If she finds out the ins and outs of what my family does, she might expose us.

And if she does, I’m going to have to deal with her, once and for all. And I don’t want to do that.

I offer her a hand to get out of the car, but she brushes it off, ignoring me. I can smell myself on her skin, our encounter right there outside the restaurant still written all over her. My cock twitches just at the memory. Fuck, it was hot as all hell. Seeing her finally give in to how badly she desired me, it was a turn-on like nothing else. And the way she responded to my roughness tells me that she has a whole lot going on beneath the good-girl facade that she doesn’t let anyone else know about.

We head to my penthouse apartment, the doorman stepping aside to let us in. It's not the first time he’s seen me here with a woman, but he doesn’t say a word about it, much to my relief. I don't want to get into the details of this with him. As far as he’s concerned, this is just another in a long line of one-night stands.

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