Page 28 of Savage Mafia King

He climbs in beside me and grips the wheel but doesn't move to take us out of there. I glance over my shoulder. There's chaos exploding behind the warehouse, where the injured man is being dragged to his feet and carried away.

"What's going to happen to him now?"

I already know the answer.

Marcus looks at me, at last, and I can still see that darkness as he gazes back at me, his eyes, almost like a shark's, piercing like teeth through my flesh.

"You really need me to tell you?"

I shake my head. "I-I... do you believe me now?"

It's all I can think about. Does he trust me? Is he willing to put his faith in me? I don't know who dripped that poison into his ear about the way I've been working things, but that guy didn't have any idea who I was. Marcus must have been able to see that now, that the paranoia has been getting the best of him.

He reaches for my hand. His fingers lace around mine, his touch surprisingly gentle, given what I've just seen him do. He doesn't break my gaze as he lifts my hand to his lips, brushing them along my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Yes," he replies. "I believe you."

I chew my lip hard. "You didn't give that guy the benefit of the doubt," I blurt out.

He cocks an eyebrow. "You think I should have?"

"No, it's not that, I just... you gave it to me."

He stares at me for a long moment, as though the thought is just crossing his mind now, too. He shrugs. "You're different."

"How am I different?"

Silence falls between us.

"You really need me to tell you why it's different with you?" he demands. There's almost an edge of anger to his voice, like he can't believe that I would dare question him like this.

"I need you to show me," I plead with him. "I need to know... I need to know that you're not going to turn on me like that, not now, not ever, not—"

And before I can finish what I'm saying, he leans toward me and kisses me hard.

His tongue slides into my mouth, silencing me, and I feel him groaning against my lips, like this desire is something he's been doing his best to keep to himself all this time, like he's been hiding it from me out of fear of what might happen if he comes clean about it. His hand pushes into my hair, and he digs his fingers into my scalp, his touch almost too intense, but at the same time, all I want is more.

He reaches over to pull me into his lap. I can already feel the hardness of his cock straining against his pants, and it sends a throb of desire through my system, the need almost getting the better of me. I slide my hands to either side of his neck and kiss him back. His teeth catch against my lip, and the two of us sink into each other once more. The lines between what we're faking and what is the truth have vanished, and now, all that's left is just how much we need each other.

"Jesus, Isabella," he murmurs against my lips as he reaches down to undo my jeans, guiding them down just far enough that he can slip his fingers into my panties. I'm already wet for him, and I let out a low whimper against his lips as he massages my clit. I kick off my heels, and together, we work my jeans all the way off.

"I want you so fucking badly," he groans against my mouth.

I can feel the shape of his words as he speaks them, the fervency in his tone, like he can't get enough of me. I know I should be scared of this man after I just saw what he can do. I should be running for my life. Any sensible woman would haveabandoned him already and called off this deal and gotten out of there before she got caught up in it, too.

But as he unzips his pants and pulls his cock into his hand, I know that I can't do that. No matter how obvious it is that I should. I need him inside of me, my body craves it more than my head tells me it's a stupid idea. I just want to ride him right now, to feel him thrusting up inside of me and filling me and making me his in all the ways he can.

And he doesn't make me wait much longer. He grabs my hips and pulls me forward so that my panties are hovering just above his cock. He pulls them roughly to the side as he plants himself at my entrance, and I let out a long groan of pleasure as I feel him thrust into me deep.

He draws me close to him, our heads pressing together, our mouths just inches from each other as we breathe the same air, breathe each other in, this new version of ourselves, a version that we need now more than ever.

He guides my hips back and forth on top of him, and I watch his face as he processes the pleasure that I'm gifting him right now. He feels so good inside of me, it's making my head spin—the fear and adrenaline of seeing him do that to someone else and then hearing him tell me that he trusts me, that he believes me, the intimacy of finally being able to let the walls drop so the two of us can come together exactly as we're supposed to.

I drop my hips down on top of him, letting him slide all the way up to the hilt inside of me. The fullness is almost more than I can take, but I still crave more. I kiss him again, slowly, softly. I match the pace of our tongues in each other's mouths to the feel of his cock moving inside of me. His hands tighten their gripon my hips, drawing me even further down onto him so that our bodies are flush together.

Nothing else could sate me right now, nothing else could even come close.

He groans against my mouth, and that sound, knowing I'm turning him on, knowing that he's willing to get caught fucking me right here in the parking lot just to have me, sends another shiver of excitement through my body.

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