Page 22 of Captive Mafia Wife

She gives a quick nod, looking away.

I press her wrists against the wall, pinning them in place above her head. I kiss her forehead, her right cheek, her left cheek. Her breath hitches, and her mouth tilts as if searching for mine, wanting to be kissed.

Not yet.

I’m saving our first kiss. For a time when she’s proven she fully trusts me.

Instead, I tease her with kisses down her neck, over her collarbone. I switch to one hand, circling her wrists, keeping her arms imprisoned against the wall. My now free hand trails down her belly. She quivers under my touch. I watch her face illuminated by light as her head lolls back, her chin tilting up to heaven as her eyes flutter closed. She’s exposed the smooth curve of her pale neck, and I move in, tasting the skin with the tip of my tongue.

I find the hem of her dress and sneak underneath, feeling the silky material of the black tights she wears underneath. I moan, my erection uncomfortable and tight against my trousers. I press it against one of her thighs as my fingers glide up the other, stroking the satin panties that hide under the tights.

I rub her gently at first, slowly, listening to her breathing and her moans, adjusting my touch and my pace to pleasure her. She shifts her weight, pressing her back against the wall. Iwant to kiss her, to taste her, but I can’t tear my gaze away from her face, watching the pleasure ease her worry, the way her beautiful pale arms stretch out above her as she moves.

So beautiful. So strong. I want her, need her. And I will have her.

I need another taste.

I struggle with the elastic of the waist of her tights, finally getting my fingers to her bare skin. “I want to feel how wet you are for me, princess.”

“Yes.” She pushes her hips forward, begging for my touch.

I finger her, moaning at her slickness. “Beautiful woman, so wet for me, so ready to come for me like you did in your bedroom with my tongue between your thighs.” Her soft skin is velvety beneath my fingers. I fill her with two fingers, stroking her, moving in and out of her, as I thumb her swollen clit.

“Yes. Yes.” Her back arches hard, her chin jutting high, her smooth voice quietly crying out, “Fredrick.”

“I love the way you say my name. I love the sound you make when you come.” I increase my pace, moving against her hips as they roll and buck against me, her body working with my hand to bring her to climax.

She comes hard against my hand, her muscles tightening around my fingers, her head flying forward as she bites back a scream, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

I whisper against her ear, speaking to her in French, a language she doesn’t speak. What I say translates to,Soon I’ll have you all to myself, and I’ll make you scream as loud as you can, and I’ll never let you hold back.

She shudders, folding at the waist as well as she can, imprisoned by my hand as she is. I release her, and her arms fall to her sides as if she’s taking a bow at the finale to her climax. I pull my hand from her clothing, bringing my fingers to my mouth. I catch her eye, and she watches me, her gaze filling with shame, her cheeks flushed with desire as I slip my fingers into my mouth.

Sweet Freya honey. Drawing my fingers from my mouth, I lick my lips. “I’m addicted to your taste.”

“You’re…so…”

“What?”

“I don’t know,” she breathes. She shakes her head, pressing her hands against my chest to push me away. “But I want you gone. I need to talk to my brother. Leave me. Now. Go.”

“When you speak to him, remember, everything he asks of you is only out of his love for you.” I cup her face, letting her breathe in her own sweet scent. I lean in, pausing momentarily, my lips a beat away from hers, before placing a chaste kiss on her cheek.

I adjust my trousers and go to leave her.

She calls Callum’s name as she crosses the room. Callum passes by me, entering the room as I leave. He and I exchange a glance. I stand at the open doorway as he meets her at the table.

There’s silence between them. I pull the door closed behind me. The conversation starts smoothly, their voices low and murmuring through the door. I grin to myself, proud that I was the one who could tame Freya Burnes.

A moment later, they lay into one another.La veche!The Burnes do burn as hot as the islanders say.

Taming will take time, like breaking a wild horse, though I’d never want to change her. Only have her soften toward me. With a newfound purpose in my gait, I stride down the hall, the echoes of Callum and Freya arguing behind me.

Soon, I’ll have all the time in the world. The handshake between Callum and me solidified that fact. Freya now belongs to me. I’ll leave nothing to chance. I’ll place the diamond crown on her head, ensuring Freya becomes the powerful Mafia wife I know she was born to be.

I know she won’t come willingly. For now, at least, she’ll bema femme mafieuse captive.

My captive Mafia wife.

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