Page 29 of Carnival Master

“Please, Ty... please. Don’t stop.”

“As you wish, baby.”

I thrust into her again, harder this time, my thumb working her clit in circles. She’s so tight, and I know she’s close. I lean down, my breath hot against her skin.

“Come for me. Let me feel it.”

Her body shakes, and her walls clench around me, milking my cock. It’s a struggle not to just let go. This is about her pleasure. Always about her.

“That’s it. Let go for me. Come all over my cock.”

With a strangled cry, she explodes, her walls pulsing and rippling. I keep thrusting through her orgasm, wanting to draw it out, to make her feel everything. Her juices drip down my balls as she rides out her high.

“Fuck,” I grunt, feeling my own release building. “Sofia, I’m?—”

Before I can finish my sentence, her walls clamp down on me, milking my release. With a harsh groan, I spill myself into her, my eyes slipping closed as I savor my release and fill her with cum.

I open my eyes and look down at her, her body still shuddering with aftershocks. Her breathing is ragged, her skin flushed, and her hair a mess. She’s fucking stunning.

“That was—incredible,” she breathes, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, baby girl.”

I unlock her restraints, needing to feel her hands on me. The moment her wrists and ankles are free, she pulls me into a passionate kiss, her arms wrapping around my neck. I kiss her deeply, pouring all my pent-up desire into this moment.

“You’re something else, Sofia Moretti,” I murmur against her lips. “Absolutely something else.”

She smiles, looking up at me with those gorgeous green eyes. “You’re not so bad yourself, ringmaster.”

I chuckle, pulling her into my arms. “Get some rest, baby.”

She snuggles into my chest, her body relaxing after our intense session. As I stroke her hair, my mind wanders, thinking about this mysterious woman in my arms. She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met, and I can’t deny that I’m intrigued, maybe even a little obsessed.

But one thing’s for sure. I’m not letting her goanytime soon. It’s a slight complication, considering she’s engaged to marry a mobster her dad practically sold her to. Still, I’ll deal with that hurdle when I come to it.

16

SOFIA

Islip my key into the front door, wincing at every tiny sound. My body aches in the most delicious ways, but the moment I saw Paulie’s in my driveway, sheer panic set in. Sure enough, he’s sitting in my living room, illuminated by a single lamp.

“Where were you really?” His voice cuts through the darkness.

I clutch my purse tighter. “I told you, I was at Sasha’s. We had wine and fell asleep watching movies.”

“Funny.” He stands, towering over me. “Because I drove by Sasha’s place. Her lights were off all night.”

My heart hammers against my ribs. “We were in her basement. You know how we like our movie marathons dark.”

“Don’t lie to me.” His fist slams against the wall, making me jump. “You smell like carnival food and cheap beer.”

“I went to the carnival earlier with Sasha. We gothungry.” The lies flow easier now, but my hands shake. “You’re being paranoid again, Paulie.”

“Paranoid?” He laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “Your father arranged this marriage to unite our families. Do you understand what’s at stake here?”

“Of course I do.” I try to steady my voice. “I’ve never given you a reason to doubt me.”

“Then why are you sneaking around in the middle of the night?” He steps closer, his cologne overwhelming.

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