Page 29 of Savage Mafia King

He moves his hand to my lower belly, reaching his fingers down so he can massage my clit as he begins to thrust up and into me. My breath hitches in my throat, and the corners of my vision start to blur as I inch closer and closer to the edge. Fuck, I need him, I need this, more than I can make sense of, more than I can handle.

With his fingers on my clit and his cock buried deep inside my pussy, I come, right there, riding him in the front seat of the car in the parking lot of the warehouse. I let out a cry, hardly able to care if anyone hears us. I don't give a damn. Let them. Let them find out how much we want each other, that he trusts me and needs me and desires me in a way I've never felt before in my life.

And he slams himself deep into me one last time as he reaches his own climax, the warmth of his seed flooding me.

That intimacy between us, it's unlike anything I've ever felt before. I feel like I could lose myself to it entirely, like I could stay here in this fantasy for the rest of my life and never grow tired of it.

I grind myself down on top of him, panting, trying to tease out the very last vestiges of pleasure between us before I pull back.

He kisses me again, his arms around me, and I'm almost ready to let myself get lost to round two—but before I can, my phone buzzes in the pocket of my jeans. I let out a shaky breath and reach for it. With everything that's been going on, it's not as though we can risk ignoring calls when they come in. I lift myself off of him, slide into the passenger seat, and start tugging my jeans back on as I take the call.

"Hello?"

I haven't even checked who's calling me right now, so when I hear my brother's voice down the line, I'm surprised.

"Isabella? Are you okay? Where are you?"

"I'm fine," I reply, frowning. "What's going on? You sound stressed—"

"Who are you with?"

I shoot a look over at Marcus. I get the feeling my brother isn't going to like the answer I actually have for him, and I hesitate before I respond.

"I'm with..."

"Please tell me you're not with Marcus," he demands.

My heart starts to pound in my chest. "Why? What's going on?"

"Are you with him?"

"Tell me why it's a problem," I shoot back.

Marcus has sensed there's something up, and he's looking over at me, eyebrows raised. He doesn't look scared. I'm not sure there's anything in the world that could scare him, after what he just did, but he's waiting for me to tell him what the hell is going on.

"Because there's a hit out on him, and you need to get the fuck away from him before you get caught up in it!"

Chapter Fifteen—Marcus

I hear him coming out with it down the line—there's a hit out on me. Not exactly a surprise, after what I just did to a member of the Castellano family, but I'm not going to sit around and wait for them to find me. Before she can so much as hang up the phone, I slip my keys into the ignition, and we take off into the night.

She finishes her call from her brother, and her head snaps around to me.

"Where the hell are we going?"

"I'm taking you back to your apartment," I tell her as evenly as I can. "And then I'm going to meet with my family and figure out what the fuck we're going to do about that hit."

"You heard that?"

"Of course I did."

"You don't seem scared..."

I grip the wheel a little tighter. If there's one thing I'm not going to allow, it's for her to see my fear. She's put so much faith in me, and I need to show her that it isn't misplaced.

"I'm not," I reply, and I reach over to grip her thigh. "I just want to make sure you're safe."

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm not leaving you."

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