Page 20 of Vengeful Mafia Prince

"Don't mention him," he spits back, anger in his voice. I jerk with surprise. I feel as though one wrong move could cost me everything, and I need to be smarter than that if I'm going to survive this.

"Sorry," I mutter. I take a long sip of my drink. Even now, I can feel the electricity coursing between us.

"So what did you come here for, if you know I want nothing but bad things for your family?" he demands, finally turning to look at me. I can't meet his gaze. I feel as though I'll combust on the spot.

"Because... because I wanted to see you," I confess. "I needed to see you, Giovanni. Because... because I have to tell you that whatever we've been doing, it ends here."

"What part of it, exactly?" he asks as he slides a finger to my waist. Oh, hell. A part of me lights up for him, even though I hate that it does. I want to push his hand away, but more than that, I want him to take me again. I step away from him quickly, trying to regain my composure.

"The... the physical part," I reply. "And everything else. I don't even know who I've been doing it with, Giovanni. I feel like I've been lied to, about— about whatever is going on between us, and if there's one thing I really hate, it's being lied to."

"You really thought when I was fucking you, I was doing it to keep up an act?"

I stare at him.

He moves toward me, planting his glass of scotch on the rail of the balcony. I do the same, mirroring everything about him, almost without thinking.

"I want you, Elena," he continues, his hand moving to my face. He forces me to look up at him, meeting his gaze whether I want to or not.

"You want me to show you how much I want you?"

I swallow hard. "We shouldn't be doing this. I just told you, we can't— we can't keep doing this physical thing between us. It's going to get us in trouble, it's going to—"

"No, you said you didn't want to do that physical thing with Johnny anymore," he corrects me, finger trailing along my jaw and down to my throat. "But a physical thing with Giovanni? You'd want to find out what that's like at least once, wouldn't you?"

His finger is moving further and further down my neck, toward my cleavage. There's this devilish, dangerous smile on his face that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Oh, the way he says it, I could almost believe that this is the right thing to do.

I move in to kiss him, and he pulls back. I let out a gasp of irritation, and he pauses, staring at me for a moment.

"You really want Giovanni?" he asks.

I nod. "I really want him..."

He grins, and with that, he kisses me once more. A shock of pleasure courses through me as he kisses me hard, his tongue thrusting into my mouth and his hand reaching to press mine against his cock.

"You see how fucking hard you make me, Elena?" he growls into my mouth. "You think I could fake something like that?"

I can barely gasp out a reply before he drops down, kneeling between my legs and lifting my butt on to the edge of the railing. He pushes up my dress, running his lips along theinside of my thigh, and I feel every single part of me quiver with a helpless excitement.

"Oh, Elena, you really thought I would believe that you just came here to break things off with me?" he teases as he glides his mouth further and further along the inside of my thigh. "Dressed like this? You knew what I'd do to you..."

He finally presses his mouth to my pussy, through my panties, but the sudden shock of warmth is still enough to draw a desperate moan from my lips. I can feel him grinning against my panties, inhaling the scent of me deeply before he pulls my underwear aside and presses his face against my pussy for real.

I cry out. I can't help it. His tongue swerves long circles around my clit as he rubs his fingers along my outer lips. The sensation is such that I feel like I could come right then and there, my body giving in to the pleasure, but he pulls back before I go too far.

"You like that, Elena?"

I nod, panting. But I know it's not enough. When he gets me talking, he wants me to tell him just how badly I want him. I manage to get the words out, even if I know this is utterly sick and twisted.

"I... I like that."

He grins and goes back to work between my legs, this time drawing my clit between his lips and applying a gentle sucking pressure. My toes curl helplessly. My body is responding to him, the pleasure already brewing deep inside of me.

Before I know what I'm doing, my hands are on his head, and I'm grinding back against him like it's the only thingthat matters on earth. He moves his tongue against me again, sending another helpless shiver of pleasure through my system. I can't take this, l can't.

He knows he's coaxing me closer and closer to the edge. I can practically feel that cocky energy coming off him in waves, that reminder that he has me exactly where he wants me, and nothing is going to change that. Even if there's a part of me that longs to have the self-control to turn back and walk away from here, I know she doesn't exist. Not really.

I can feel the orgasm brewing inside of me already as he works his dexterous tongue across me. My breath is coming fast and hard, my belly boiling as the pleasure arches, and arches, and reaches the very edge, and—

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