Page 24 of Mob Bride

Rather than answer me with words, his dexterous fingers unfasten my pants. As he pulls them wide, one hand slips down the front, and one slips down the back. His fingers dig into my ass as his other ones slide along my pussy, dipping between the lips. His grin is self-satisfied, but not quite smug.

Now there are flames dancing in his emerald eyes. He’s letting me see that yes, this is lust, but somehow there’s alsosomething more. He must see the same thing in my eyes, because we’re both leaning into the kiss, this time as equals. But it’s not long before I submit all over again. I haven’t moved my hands from behind my back. My wrists remain crossed, but my hands open and close.

As desire burns through me—even hotter than it did a moment ago—I’m positive I’ve never wanted a man as much as I do Shane, and he’s barely touching me. Yes, his hand is on my ass, and yes, his thick fingers are digging into my cunt. It’s not like he’s sucking my tits and thrusting his dick into me. It’s so much more than that. I’d give him everything in this moment. I’d tell him my deepest, darkest secrets if he offered to fuck me.

Fuck, if we keep going like this, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.

I shift my hands from behind my back to press against his chest, but his fingers move faster. He rubs my clit in perfect rhythm to make me come. I can’t stop the moan that rises from deep within my chest. I’m watching him just as he watches me when we pull away from the kiss. He doesn’t stop working my body as though he’s always possessed it.

Maybe he has. Maybe this is the way it was always supposed to be.

That is the most ridiculous bullshit, Carys. Nothing of this is meant to be. Nothing of this can come to anything.

He must know what I’m thinking because he leans in to kiss my neck right behind my ear. Then he whispers into my ear so softly it’s a secret the rest of the world won’t know. Just a brush of warm air.

“I’m going to make you come,cailín. You’re going to do it because I’m going to make you. You know as well as I do this is exactly what we both need. Not just want but need. I need to get you off, and you need me to. We need each other right now.”

“Shane, no.”

Why can’t I do anything to stop him beyond those two pathetic words? I feel my orgasm coming.

“Shane, please make me come… May I?... Please.”

I’m desperate, and I’m begging. I’m contradicting myself. I don’t even care how pathetic that must make me. I can’t stop myself. I creep so close to my orgasm, but I try to keep it at bay until he answers.

“Yes,cailín. You can come. You can come because I’m making you. Because your pussy is mine.”

Those possessive words push me over the edge. I’ve heard things like that before during dirty talk. Bartlomiej has told me as much before when he’s tried to convince me to be more intimate. But never have I felt like letting a man mean it. Never have I considered it true.

I don’t understand what’s going on at all.

But my mind blanks to just the pleasure as I come all over his fingers. When I finally relax, he pulls his fingers from my pussy and licks them.

He fucking licks them. And not quickly. Not just, I’ll clean them off. He relishes it. He taunts me with it.

I’m not to be outdone. I’ve been able to feel how hard he is since the minute our bodies touched. He was already hard for me. I felt his dick against the outside of my thigh as I rode his. Now I cup it, rubbing it slowly as my other hand reaches for his belt. He grabs my wrist and pushes it away, but he allows the one that’s still on his dick to continue rubbing.

“Carrie, this isn’t tit for tat. I didn’t get you off, so you’ll get me off. That was never the goal.”

“The goal was to possess me without letting me have any of you.”

Anger flares inside me. I feel like an idiot; regret courses through me. This time when his hand goes to my throat, he squeezes. Not enough to leave any marks, but enough that if Ifight it, it’ll hurt. He’s not whispering beside my ear. There’s no soft caress this time. No, this is a brutal mobster who’s going to tell me exactly what he expects.

I’m here for that. I’m fucked-up—and as twisted as I am—I want his possessiveness. I don’t want him to let go. I’m submitting willingly. Not like how I do during kinky sex, where it’s submission just for the pleasure of what’s going to happen next. Or submission because I like to be rough.

No, this is far deeper than that.

It scares the shit out of me.

“I didnotdo that to get something out of you, Carys, other than an orgasm.” He snaps my name, and I don’t like it after hearing him call me Carrie so many times in one conversation. “I did that because I want you, and I care about you. God help me, but I do. This is probably the most ridiculous and dangerous choice I’ve made in my entire life. And that’s saying something, all things considered. I did it because I wanted to watch you. I wanted to push you over the edge. Yes, I wanted to know it was because of me. I wanted to own your orgasm. I want to own all the ones you have from now on. But I didn’t do it to get you to get me off. And I didn’t do it to get information from you. I didn’t do it for any other reason other than I cannot get you off my mind. I’ve wondered what it would feel like to do that almost since the night I met you. Can you guess what a sick bastard I felt like for imagining you like this when I met you so battered and bruised?”

“Well, at least I know it wasn’t all about my looks.” I try for self-deprecating humor, but it falls flat.

His hand had eased its hold, but it squeezes again. Not enough to constrict my breathing, but enough to show his dominance. Then he lets go, lowering his hand.

“I want answers, and I will get them. But I won’t ask for anything else today, beyond your safety. Jacek saw us. You can’t be here. He’ll have had you followed.”

“If that’s the case, you thought it was wise to lead him right to my door?”

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