Page 41 of Ruthless Mafia Heir

I moan softly against his lips, already needing more. My hands scrabble for his fly, and he chuckles, brushing them aside.

"Here, let me," he says, a grin curling up his face.

I part my legs and lean back, unable to do anything more than watch helplessly as he guides himself against my slit once more. As I feel him nudge into me, I groan, reaching up to grasp his shoulders so I can push myself onto him. It’s as though I can’t get close enough, as though I can’t do anything to sate my hunger for him.

But he grabs my arms and pushes them above my head, pinning them there as he slides all the way into me. I let out a needy whine, and he lowers his mouth to my ear to offer me an explanation.

"Oh, if you think there aren’t times I’m still going to take control, Sophia, you’ve got another thing coming."

I gasp, my belly rising to press into him, my ankles hooking around his calves as he begins to move into me in long, deep strokes. His hands are strong around my wrists, leaving me helpless to do anything but take him, to feel the pleasure he’s driving into me, over and over again, my body on the brink of giving in once more.

"You feel so good, Sophia," he growls against my ear, sliding his hands down to grope at my breasts and my waist. His fingertips dig into me, rough and needy, and I can tell he’s starting to get close to his own release right now.

He pulls back so I can see the look on his face as we both spiral into pleasure once again. My lips are parted, my eyes pinned on him, taking in every tiny change in his expression, everything that tells me he’s feeling everything I am right now.

I rake my nails down his back roughly and lean up so I can kiss him. As our tongues meet in his mouth once more, I feel it, the explosion of pleasure coursing through me. I can’t control it, wouldn’t want to even if I could, and I cry out against his mouth.

I feel him growing closer to reaching his own release inside of me. His tongue in my mouth, his cock in my pussy, he grinds himself deep one last time and holds himself there, like he’s enjoying the feel of me spasming around him in orgasm.

And that takes him over the edge. He groans against my mouth, a raw, needy noise that seems to come from some place buried deep inside of him. I wrap my arms around him, squeezing my eyes shut as I bury my head into his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him, needing to lose myself to it, needing to give myself to him more than anything.

He holds himself there for a long time before he draws back, clearly not ready to give up on the intensity of the moment yet. But I flop back, spent, hardly able to catch my breath.

He grins as he pushes himself up over me and plants a kiss on my forehead before gently lifting me into his lap so he can run his fingers through my hair.

"I was hoping we’d christen the place today," he murmurs playfully into my ear. I turn to him, eyebrows raised.

"You didn’t even know if I was going to say yes to taking it!”

He cocks an eyebrow. "Oh, I had a pretty good guess, I think," he replies.

"You’re such an asshole," I mumble as I lean in for another kiss. His hands lose themselves in my hair, and I can’t help but moan once more. Whenever he touches me, I feel like I’m losing myself. I’m giving myself over to him, unable to deny it, unable to even want to deny it.

He brushes his nose against mine as he pulls back, and I can tell what he’s going to say before he opens his mouth.

"I love you, Sophia."

I breathe the words in, take in the weight of them. I don’t know why, but I feel like this might be the first time he’s said them out loud to anyone.

"I love you, too, Blake," I reply, the words spilling easily from my lips. Because I do. I love him. This infuriating, terrifying, intoxicating man, I love him, and I want him more than I can put into words.

I wrap my arms around him and lose myself to our kiss once more. The rest of the world can wait a while.

Epilogue—Sophia

As I stroll out of class, breathing in a heavy dose of the late spring air, all florals and promise, I spot a familiar figure leaning on a car in front of me.

I can’t help but smile. I notice a couple of girls checking him out as they go by, probably whispering to themselves, wondering if that’s really Blake Devereaux. And it is. And he’s here to see me. Hard to believe, but it’s true.

I lift a hand from the pocket of my jacket and wave at Blake, making my way over to him. Even now, after all these months, I still feel like something of a schoolgirl when he comes to pick me up like this. I should be over the blushes, but hey, when they feel this good, who am I to argue?

I reach the car, and he pulls me into a deep kiss. For a moment, I forget myself, pushing my fingers through his hair and pulling him in close. But then, I recall where we are, and I pull back.

"Blake," I protest. "There’s a ton of students around. People will talk."

"Oh, like you mind people talking," he teases. "Come on, let me drive you home."

"You sure? You don’t have to worry about me—"

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