Page 37 of Savage Mafia King

I kiss her, covering her mouth with mine before she can say anything else. There's nothing else for us to say, not anymore. All I want is to show her, beyond a shadow of a doubt, how badly I want her, how much I need her, how I don't give a damn what kind of complication this will bring into my life, as long as I have her here by my side. I never thought I could fall for her in the way I have, but when she touches me, everything falls into place. Everything makes sense.

She slips her hand into my hair, kissing me back, starting slow and soft at first, and then, as the heat between us begins to grow, deepening more and more.

I pull her back against my chest and slip my hand between her legs so she can watch me as I play with her pussy in the water. Though my cock is stirring to hardness already, all I want in the world right now is to get her off in any way I can.

"Oh," she gasps as my fingers caress over her silky folds. She's so soft, so delicate despite the tough exterior she puts out.

I dip my hand down between her legs properly, running my fingertips along her pussy before I push them inside. I can feel her contracting around me at once, her body giving in to how good this feels. She can't deny it, and right now, she doesn't want to. All that matters is that we give ourselves over to each other.

I thrust my fingers into her deeply, letting her feel how much I want her. My cock is pressed against the small of her back, but I don't care about getting myself off right now. No, all I give a damn about is taking her to that point of no return, letting her settle into the sweetness of our closeness.

I reach my thumb up to caress her clit as I move my fingers inside of her, and soon, her hips are grinding back against my hand, her body begging for more, begging for as much as I'm willing to give her. I lower my lips to her neck, grazing them lightly along her damp skin, and feel the throb of her pulse beneath my tongue. She inhales deeply, her body relaxing back against mine, her hips rising and falling in time with the motion of my hand.

"I want to feel you come, baby," I murmur into her ear before I catch the lobe between my teeth and tug gently.

She moans again, her body working even harder in the water. I can see her stomach moving as she gasps in helplessbreaths, her pussy beginning to tighten around my fingers. She squeezes her thighs together around my hand, as though pinning me in place, and I grin, my tongue slithering into her ear.

"Anything you want, Isabella, I'll give it to you," I murmur as she lets out another little whimper of desperation. "Anything."

"I want you inside of me," she moans, and I still my fingers within her.

Much as it's tempting to make her come like this, there's a part of me that craves the feeling of her pussy contracting around my cock.

"You're sure?" I ask her softly as I graze my thumb over her clit once more. She whimpers but nods, planting her hands on my knees to give herself the leverage to move up and angle her pussy over my cock.

I wrap my arms around her waist as she lowers herself down on top of me, letting me feel the warm embrace of her tightness around me. I groan against her ear, sliding my tongue along the side of her neck, and she slumps against me, letting her full weight down on top of me for a moment, like she can hardly make sense of how good it feels.

"Fuck," she groans as she presses her hands into my knees again and begins to move.

I can't get enough of her. The way she feels, the way she reacts when I'm moving inside of her, it's everything to me. This has gone so much further than I ever could have imagined it would, our connection throbbing so deep inside both of us thatit feels almost unreal, but right here, right now, all I want is to make her come.

I move up inside of her, taking her in long, slow strokes, savoring the sensation of her around me. My head hooked over her shoulder, I watch as my cock thrusts into her, deep, hard, filling her with every stroke.

"You look so good inside of me," she breathes, and those filthy words send another tremor of pleasure through my body. I push harder into her, and she lets out a cry, the sound filling the small space around us.

I can feel her getting close. I know it's not going to take much to push her over the edge. I find a pace inside of her, my arms still wrapped around her, pulling her down on top of me, letting her feel every inch of my cock as it moves inside of her. She's stirring her hips back against me, massaging me from the inside out, our bodies moving in perfect harmony with one another as we both move closer and closer toward our edge.

And then, all at once, I feel her come, her pussy clenching hard around my cock, the short, sharp shock of it enough to guide me into my own release. I plunge deep inside of her one last time and hold myself there, groaning as the pleasure courses out to consume my whole body. I'm still holding on to her, her body pressed against mine as I still myself inside of her, my cock throbbing as I fill her with my seed.

I can feel the pulsations of her pussy around my cock as she begins to come back down to earth, her breath still quick, her stomach rising and falling fast. She doesn't make any kind of move to pull herself away from me—at least, not yet.

She settles back against me, the water lapping at the sides of the bath. She lets out a slight giggle as she peers over the edge of the tub.

"We've made a mess," she murmurs as she finally starts to ease herself off of me.

"Worth it."

She turns to me and, despite the awkward angle, manages to press her lips to mine. And as we kiss once more, I know I mean every word of it. Whatever mess the two of us have found ourselves in, it's one that we've made together.

And I wouldn't be anywhere else in the world but with her, in the midst of our glorious mess.

Chapter Twenty—Isabella

I glance around at Valentina and Giovanni. The way they're looking at me, I can tell this meeting isn't going to be easy. But then, is anything worth doing easy?

Marcus is at my side, his hand in mine. It's his grip that keeps me centered to the real world, a reminder of why I'm doing this. Even though it goes against everything I've been raised to believe, I'm in this with him, and I know he's right in the proposal he's made.

After everything we've been through, it's clear we need to join forces to make this work. After the death of James and some of the Castellanos men, the hit against Marcus was dropped since there was nobody bold enough to take the risk. But it's only a matter of time before it picks up again, and we have to face off against the reality of their threat to our safety.

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