Page 14 of Consumed By the Mafia

“A partial’s better than nothing. Especially with a face.”

That is true.“Bren,” she repeated. “Silva called him ‘Bren.’ Whether that’s short for a given name, like Brennan, or a surname like Brenner, I … couldn’t say.” She barely finished the thought as something that could only be genuine shock overtook Ryoma’s expression.

For a solid five seconds, Ryoma stared at her in stunned silence, still holding her phone. His gaze dropped down to the screen and he asked, “When he talked, how did he sound?”

The question threw her. “Um, like a jackass, honestly. Although it was clear the two of them were friendly, or have some kind of partnership.” She paused, remembering one other thing. “Actually, he did have a subtle accent. It was … Irish, maybe? Or similar.”

Ryoma’s thumbs moved across her screen as a curse slipped from his lips.

Her eyes flew wide. “What are you—”

“Baby girl,” he said, already handing over the phone, “you have no idea the gift you just gave us.”

She stared at her phone, realizing he’d texted himself the two photos, and it was a moment before the word he’d used processed in her brain. “Us?”

“I’ll tell you later.” He reached out and released her seatbelt, then plucked her phone from her hands and dropped it into a cupholder. “Come here.”

five

Off the Rails pt I

Abigail found herself hauledfrom her seat and into Ryoma’s lap as if she weighed next to nothing, as if they weren’t hindered by the confines of a car at all. His hands dipped past the waistband of her yoga pants, deftly rolling them down until she was half bare and straddling him. It was only then that she realized he must also have pushed his seat back to make room for her, although with his naturally long legs, he may not have had to.

She gasped—as much in pleasure as in shock—when his fingers settled over her clit. His other hand had lifted up her spine to the nape of her neck, drawing her close and keeping herin place. “Ry-Ryoma, we can’t—we could—ah!” Shit, it was hard to think straight when he kissed her neck and touched her that way.

“We can,” he rumbled against her skin. His fingers stretched lower and pushed past her entrance. “We will.” He licked at her pulse point and curled his fingers inside her as he dragged them out. “Feel that, baby girl? You’re already wet for me.”

Abigail gripped the back of his shoulders for something to hold on to as he shoved his fingers into her again, his thumb rolling across her clit simultaneously. She groaned out loud. “Y-you’re … cheating.” How was she already so worked up? He’d had his hands on her for all of twenty seconds and her body was singing. That couldn’t be natural.Oh, fuck!But it felt so good.

Ryoma lifted his kisses up and over her jaw, catching her mouth and sweeping his tongue inside. He kissed her hard and deep, his hand unrelenting, until her body surrendered and the orgasm crashed over her. She was the one who broke the kiss, her back arching, her hands twisting in his shirt.

He withdrew his hand after a few seconds, a low, heavy groan vibrating from his chest. “That’s my dirty girl. So fuckin’ sexy.” He popped one finger into his mouth, licked it clean, then brought the other to her lips. “Taste yourself on me.”

She didn’t even think before opening her lips and accepting the digit, her eyes fluttering closed as she swirled her tongue along his skin. It wasn’t the same as when she’d sucked his dick, but it wasn’t unenjoyable, either.

“Baby girl.”

Abigail opened her eyes again and released his finger.

Ryoma promptly reached down and loosened his pants enough to free his straining cock. His hands adjusted to her hips and he lifted her over him, going only slowly enough to make sure everything was lined up properly. Then he was inside her, stretching her, filling her, and Abigail held him tighter as fresh waves of pleasure rippled through her body.

Ryoma moved a hand to her ass, the other sweeping up to tangle in her hair, as he began rocking against her. “Fuck, baby girl, your pussy fits me so fucking good.”

She panted against him, her head spinning and her body burning. It was all she could do to drop her forehead to his shoulder and moan something lusty. Words escaped her.

Ryoma angled his head and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Later, I’m gonna slip into your bed and fuck you nice and slow. I’ll have you coming so many times you pass out.” He dragged his hands back to her hips and bounced her on his cock. “Right now, we don’t have time for that. But you are gonna come with me, aren’t you? You’re gonna fall apart all over my dick when I fill your pretty pussy with my cum.”

Her nails bit into the back of his neck as her eyes threatened to roll back in her head. “Y-yes,” she gasped.

His fingers stretched to dig into her ass cheeks. “What was that, baby girl?”

She licked her lips, doing her best to rock against him despite his hold. “Fuck, please, yes.” He slammed deeper and she cried out. “Yes!”

Ryoma buried himself inside her, grinding against her at the perfect angle, and his rough growl rolled over her. “Come for me.”

She let go, screaming his name into the cab of the car as her body convulsed over his. He held her tight, his own release chasing after hers and flowing into her. It was wrong on so many levels. Yet she sank against him, boneless and sated from a hunger she hadn’t realized she’d had inside. Her heart still raced, thrilling a little more at the way his fingers moved over her skin with a gentled touch.

She hadn’t been drunk this time.

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