Page 68 of Consumed By the Mafia

Abigail swallowed again, her tastebuds still overwhelmed by him. She reached up and traced her fingers over his back. “I had a craving,” she heard herself saying.

He snorted and proceeded to suck a hickey into her neck. “Didn’t get enough dick last night, huh?” He ghosted the fingers of his hand down her side, reaching between them.

Abigail gasped as he slipped two fingers past her folds, quickly finding her clit. “W-we don’t have time!”

“We’re making time.” He rolled his thumb over her clit, then plunged two fingers inside her. “I can’t let you leave this bed so fucking wet, now, can I?”

Her fingers dug into his back. She ought to be arguing. She should have been far too sore.Is there something wrong with me?It sure as hell didn’t feel wrong. It felt very much the other thing.

Ryoma trailed his kisses back up her neck, to her jaw, and murmured, “Such a dirty girl. You got so turned on by sucking me off, didn’t you?”

She opened her mouth, panting for breath as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her. “Y-yes,” she gasped. “It’s—you’re—fuck—so hot.” She clung to him tighter. “Ryoma, please. Please make me come.”

Ryoma stretched up to nibble on her earlobe. “Not yet, dirty girl. I want youdesperate.”

“I am,” she blurted, rocking her hips in time with his hand movements in an effort to hasten her release. “Iam. Ryoma, please.”Fuck. He’d worked her up in a matter of seconds and she felt crazed.

Ryoma hummed against her skin, his thumb teased her clit as his fingers moved, and he hovered his face over hers. “Kiss me,” he said. “Let me taste myself on you.”

Holy shit.She craned her neck to meet his descending lips, the kiss immediately sloppy and wet as his tongue dominated her mouth. She wasn’t sure why any of that was so hot. She only knew that she literally felt her body convulse, as if merely kissing him would be enough to push her over the edge. It could have been. But Ryoma’s fingers retreated, denying her that necessary bit of friction. She whimpered.

He chuckled a moment before her leg was hauled up to his shoulder. “Gotta make room,” he said, voice husky and breath hot on her skin. “It’s time for your morning orgasm.”

Ryoma twisted her onto her side, her one leg remaining raised along the length of his torso, and she felt his rehardened cock push at her entrance. He groaned low. “Such a greedy fuckin’ pussy.” One of his hands clamped around her leg, the other holding her in position over her side, and he thrust his full length into her aching center.

Abigail cried out, her body singing even as the air rushed from her lungs. It was like relief and some strange, too-hot torture all at once. It was addictive.

He wasted no time picking up a hard, deep rhythm that had her scrambling for purchase even as she worked to keep up with him. She wasn’t sure which of them kept cursing, or if they were both muttering pleasure-hazed curses under their breath. Then he moved the hand from her side to one of herbreasts and tweaked her nipple, as if realizing he had another toy he hadn’t played with yet that morning. The sharp zing of pleasure had her back arching.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, dirty girl.” Ryoma’s voice was thick, rough, and delightful as it washed over her. “Come for me. Come apart for me, Abby.”

She barely even heard the last of what he said. As soon as she registered his words, it was like that invisible button had been pressed and she was flying. Soaring through bright, hot, all-encompassing euphoria. Her body writhed as a scream wrenched from her, the orgasm she’d been chasing burning in waves through her blood.

Ryoma pumped into her one more time before groaning loud and following her over.

He silenced her preset alarm when it went off a few minutes, or more, later, but it was several more minutes before he released her from his arms.

“I’ve never been one for showering before bed, and then again first thing in the morning,” Abigail said as they stepped into the shower.

Ryoma chuckled and pressed a kiss to her shoulder, his arms curving around her waist. “Well, if you weren’t such a sex fiend, maybe we could limit ourselves.”

She twisted around to swat sharply at his chest. The motion made a wet, splashing sound and he grinned shamelessly at her. “I will not accept that accusation from you,” Abigail said. “You are the most—”

“Irresistible, charming,sexy?”

Abigail heaved an exasperated sigh and reached for the soap. There was a part of her that felt embarrassed at his words, but she suspected at least half that embarrassment came from the shameful recognition that—at least as far as he knew—he wasn’t wrong. She was behaving so unlike herself. It was like she was addicted to him. She couldn’t resist his kisses, and when he pulled her close, she only wanted to be closer. It was nothing she’d ever experienced before.

Aloud, she only said, “Let me wash you.”

He waggled his eyebrows but obligingly released her. “You have to behave, you know.”

She brought the soaped-up towel to his skin. “How do you sayshut upin Japanese?”

twenty-one

Joint Interrogation

“I wondered when youwere going to get around to calling me.” Paige Mercer’s clipped tone was about as approachable as a barbed wire fence.

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