Page 39 of The Mob Boss' Pet

He brushes his fingertip across my cheek and gives me an approving nod. Maybe permission wasn’t required, but the delight in his eyes warms my blood at my actions.

The head of his cock passes over my tongue, and I wrap my lips tightly around his shaft. My hand clenches him at the base, and with equal measure, I stroke and suck on him, twisting my hand around as I move up and down his length.

“Oh, fucking shit,” he groans above me and leans his hands against the shower walls.

His control slips, and I want more of it. I suck harder, flicking my tongue just beneath his head and he growls again. His balls tighten and I cup them while moving up and down his shaft with my mouth.

“Fuck.” He grabs my hair, yanking me off. “No more.” His voice is raw, like he’s just garbled sandpaper. When my gaze meets his, my soul dances. His hair sticks up in the front, like he’d pulled on it. I did that to him. I made him lose himself for a moment.

Tit for tat, Vincenzo.

“Up.” He gestures but doesn’t wait for me to move before he reaches down and hauls me to my feet. “I don’t want to think how you learned to be so fucking good at that.” He shakes his head. “What I want is to know if I’m right about you.”

He shuffles forward a bit until my back is against the wall.

“About what?” I ask, letting my gaze travel over his muscular torso. There’s a white scar on his chest, just below the shoulder and I wonder if he’s ever been shot before.

He flattens his hand against my chest, between my breasts and pins me against the wall.

“Keep your eyes on me. Do not look away.” He points a finger in my face, then it disappears. A moment later, he’s touching my clit. “Open your fucking eyes!” he barks immediately.

“Sorry,” I mutter.

“No sorry, just do it.” His tone’s hard, the unyielding man from yesterday is back, and my pussy craves more of him.

Over and over again his fingers work over my clit then thrust inside of me. He’s dragging me back to the very edge. Will he let me jump this time or will he torment me more?

“You like this,” he whispers into my ear. “You like being at my mercy. You enjoy being my pet.” He thrusts two fingers inside of me. I gasp, grabbing at his hips to steady myself.

“No,” I lie, flicking my gaze away.

“Look at me,” he demands, moving his hand slightly on my chest and pinching my nipple. “Don’t move away again.”

A whimper escapes me, but electric tingles run rampant through my body.

“You like it. Your body loves it, but your mind is fucking with you.” He lets go of my nipple, leaving behind a hot pain, and taps my temple.

“Vincenzo,” I gasp. His fingers move faster, more intense. He adds another digit inside my pussy, and I’m crumbling. I can’t last this way. Not with his dark eyes watching me, examining me, and seeing the very truth of me. He’s a master playing with his toy.

“You’re confused because you’re enjoying something your mind tells you to hate.” He curls his fingers inside of me, dropkicking me right to the edge of heaven.

“No.” I shake my head. I can’t hear these truths anymore. I won’t admit it. I won’t let him see how much everything he says affects me.

“You say no, but I see you, Stephania. I can see every inch of you. Your body.” He kisses my neck. “And your soul,” he whispers into my ear; the stubble on his chin tickles my earlobe.

“I... it’s wrong!” I cry out, tears bursting from my eyes, rolling down my cheeks. And still, the hatred I should feel is missing.

He kisses the trail of tears on my cheeks, continuing to play my body.

“Nothing you do with me is wrong,” he says quietly. He slips his hand from between my legs and lifts my left leg up to his waist. The round head of his cock presses against my wanting sex. “Everything you do with me is right.” He kisses my chin, licking along my jawline. “You’re perfect, Stephania. Absolutely perfect,” he mutters.

In one powerful thrust, his cock is embedded inside me. I grab hold of his shoulders and cry out. He’s bigger this way. I’m full—too full with his cock.

“Good girl,” he says, hoisting me up even further so that he’s holding me. I have both legs around his waist, and he keeps me pinned against the wall while he pounds into me.

“So perfect,” he grinds out, biting down on my shoulder.

I have no leverage to move. There’s nothing I can do but take the fucking he’s giving me. He’s not selfish though. Each thrust upward rubs my clit hard. I’m bombarded with pleasure and it consumes me.

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