Page 5 of Consumed By the Mafia

Ryoma unlocked it, shouldering the heavy door open and flicking on the nearest light as he pulled her inside behind him. He seemed to take a moment to glance around, swiftly stuck the Do Not Disturb placard onto the exterior handle, and let the door swing shut.

Abigail followed him in far enough to drop her clutch beside the keycard, wallet, and phone he deposited on the little TV table.

The next thing she knew, Ryoma had her up against the wall, his lips over hers and his hands sliding up her thighs as he hooked her legs over his hips. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and ground his erection against her core hard enough to have her arching into him. Her arms curled around him, fingers digging into the shirt over his back. Ryoma broke the kiss with a groan. “Need to see you fall apart for me, babygirl.”

Heat flashed through her and she crossed her ankles at his back, simultaneously raising her arms up in invitation. “I’m yours for the taking tonight.”

He made a guttural sound like a deep-throated growl, found her zipper as if he had previously memorized the location, and ripped the dress up over her head. His warm brown eyes roved over her, dilating a little more, and his hands returned to her skin to stroke down her sides. “So fucking sexy.” When he went in for another kiss, he angled for her neck instead of her mouth.

Abigail wedged her fingers into his hair and moaned at the surprising silkiness that greeted her. She arched against him as he licked and sucked toward her collar, his hips rocking into hers in response and edging her oh-so-slowly closer to oblivion. She let her fingers slide down the back of his neck as he popped open her strapless bra, the material tugged away almost at the same time as she jerked on his shirt.

Ryoma chuckled and palmed one of her breasts, his thumb gliding across her nipple. “Patience, Abby. Ladies first.”

She blew out a frustrated breath. “What?”

He bent and swirled his tongue around the other nipple, teasing it lightly with his teeth as he pinched the first. She bucked against him. But he didn’t linger on her chest. Instead he dislodged her legs from his hips and lowered himself, sweeping her panties down the moment he had the opportunity. Then her legs went back up as he hit his knees, placed on his shoulders this time, and he licked his lips as his burning gaze locked onto hers. “Tonight, you belong to me.”

She opened her mouth—to question the statement, to argue it, or maybe just to tell him to get with it, she wasn’t sure—buthe leaned in and proceeded to feast on her pussy with all the intensity that had sent her head spinning in the cab. All she could do was grab hold of his head and take the pleasure he was giving her. “Oh,fuck, yes!”

His hands dug into her hips and her butt as his tongue alternated between licking, pumping, and swirling around her clit. He was enthusiastic in his eating, the room quickly filling with wet slurping sounds and low, muffled moaning that almost competed with her heavier panting and building cries. Almost.

Abigail made no effort to warn him as her orgasm crested, her body clenching and her breathing becoming sharper. His tongue again pulled out from inside her and this time he moved to suck firmly at her clit, and it was perfect. She made a shrill sound as her body bucked in his hold, blissful heat ripping through her.

Ryoma lowered her legs from his shoulders, licking his lips with a wicked grin, then promptly swept her up and turned them from the wall. “You’re fuckin’ delicious,” he said shamelessly. He dropped her onto the bed. “I’m gonna make a goddamn mess out of you, baby girl.” He didn’t look away as he stripped out of his shirt and started working on his belt.

Her mouth watered. It was unfair howexactly her typehe was. Most of his chest was tattoo-free, which surprised her, but enough of it came over his shoulders that she could tell there would be more when he turned around. And of course there were his muscles. So well defined they may as well have been painted into place. She watched his arms flex as he worked on his pants, dropping those to the floor, and she licked her lips.

She wanted her turn to taste him.

“You keeping the boots on?”

“Huh?” Abigail blinked, snapping her gaze up to his face before processing his words. She looked down and realized she was, in fact, still wearing her boots. “Oh. No.” It wasn’t until she was popping the shoe off and felt the weight of it shift that she remembered her gun was tucked inside. Thank goodness she hadn’t embarrassed herselfthatbad. She let the boots sit on the floor at the foot of the bed, and no sooner was she done with that than Ryoma was crawling over her.

“Abby,” Ryoma said on a groan, his hand gliding over her skin, fingers lingering at her chest.

Her back arched without conscious thought, her body craving more of his touch. “We don’t have to talk,” she said. “Just fuck me until I’m a screaming, whimpering mess. And make sure you choke me on your dick before you leave.”

He bent his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, one hand snaking down to tease her pussy. He licked at her nipple and flicked her clit simultaneously, stirring her up a little more. Then he popped off and growled, “Put your ass in the air for me. I need to fuck you hard.”

Abigail scrambled to obey, rolling onto her stomach and pushing into position. She pulled a pillow beneath her shoulders and turned her head to the side as she felt him move in behind her. “Make me scream again,” she begged.

Ryoma took hold of her ass, squeezing firmly before sliding his cock between her folds. “Until your throat’s raw, baby girl.” He notched himself in her entrance and his hands moved to her hips. He pushed his way inside her with a long groan and didn’t stop until he was fully seated. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

She gasped beneath him and ground into him as best she could. It had been much too long.

He grunted and set into motion, quickly falling into the hard rhythm he’d promised. He held her mostly steady and fucked in and out of her with almost brutal strokes, using her to chase his own pleasure but never quite forgetting hers. It was rough, it felt inexplicably carnal, and she loved it.

Abigail clutched desperately at the bedding, gasping and burning as she took him repeatedly into her body. Every now and again she heard ayes!fill the air in her voice, but she never noticed herself saying the word.

Ryoma stretched over her, one hand tangling in her hair and hauling her up until her back arched sharply. His other hand curved around, going for her clit. “Come for me, Abby. Clamp down on my dick and show me that release.”

Euphoria burst through her as though he’d commanded it, tearing another shriek from somewhere deep inside her. She shook in his arms as the pleasure rolled through her and it was several seconds before she realized he had released her hair in favor of folding that arm around her torso, too. He held them both on their knees, arms tight around her as he shuddered with his own release.

Abigail fought to catch her breath.Holy fuck. That was so hot.

Ryoma toppled them both to their sides, rolled her onto her back, and slipped his tongue into her mouth. “Gonna fill you so full you’re dripping my cum for a week.” He nestled himself between her thighs, his cock still at half-mast.

Abigail reached up and dug her fingers into the backs of his shoulders. “Let’s fuck all over this room.”

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