Page 15 of Stranded with My Mafia Boss

"I can't promise you anything beyond this moment. But Icanpromise that you’ll enjoy it and I’ll give you no cause to regret it later. Your job won’t be in jeopardy no matter what happens tonight."

The heat in those blue eyes belied his words, even more intense than his voice. A storm of emotions raged inside me. I wanted him, there was no denying the attraction between us, but it went against how I’d lived all my life. My entire adulthood, I'd sought safety so I could protect myself and Max. Here I was, on the brink of surrendering myself to a man who scared and aroused me in equal measure.

I ducked my head into his chest, unable to find words.

Damien took my hand and guided it to the bulge in his pants, showing me the evidence of his arousal. "Can you not feel how much I want you?" he asked, sounding nearly choked up. "I've never wantedanyoneas much as I want you right now."

"Really?" I said into his neck. Why did that make me want to puff up like a peacock? He wanted me more than a supermodel? He sounded sincere. Why would he lie?

"Really," he said. "You have no idea what you do to me,mi angelo."

He kissed me again, this time with more intensity. Cool air brushed my skin, my shirt hanging open. When had he done that?

Shyly, slowly, I did the same with his, getting all the buttons undone and then running my fingers over hard muscles.

The orange-gold flames of the fire danced in the darkness, painting a glow on my pale skin. Electricity ran through me as Damien trailed his fingers along my spine and unhooked the straps of my black bra. His warm touch lingered as I slid my arms out of the straps, and the fabric fell to my feet.

"So pretty," he said as his fingers traced the curve of my breast before lightly flicking the tip of my hardened nipple. His tongue followed, exploring and teasing until I let out a gasp of pleasure.

He grazed his lips across my nipple, and it tightened in anticipation. A delighted sigh escaped me as he continued to kiss and nibble, making my skin crawl with pleasure. His strong hands firmly held my other breast, kneading it while his tongue lapped at the sensitive peak.

I was hungry for Damien, so hungry that the rush of arousal tingling through me was almost painful.

"Damien," I moaned, and when his eyes found mine, I saw the same desire burning in them.

"Lift," he said, his eyes dark with lust.

I did as he asked, lifting my hips from the bed so he could slide my jeans off. Then he removed my underwear as well. Now I was naked before him, the sweet ache between my legs growing more urgent with every breath. He kissed me again hungrily, then drew back.

He pressed his palm against my stomach. "So pretty," he said in a voice filled with need. "Beautiful." His hand skimmed down my body, settling just above the juncture of my thighs.

His fingers moved deeper, and his thumb brushed over my most sensitive spot. I gasped, my body shaking with pleasure. His lips moved down my neck, to the swell of my breasts, and then lower still.

A sudden wave of desire crashed over me as Damien kissed me, his hands slipping lower until his fingers expertly teased and tantalized my wetness. The pleasure was unbearable, a deluge of intensity that filled me with an uncontainable intensity. I couldn't control my body as it shuddered in response to the deft touch of his fingertips. I felt myself reaching for something I had never even dreamed of before, spinning towards an unstoppable climax that surged up from deep within me.

"Damien." I whimpered, his fingers flicking against my hardened bud driving me wild. "Please."

"Patience,tesoro," he said against my lips. "I'm going to take my time with you."

My body was on fire, every nerve ending singing with ecstasy as the orgasm hit me, shattering in a burst of white-hot pleasure. The world stopped for a moment, spiraling off into nothingness until I was utterly alone in my head. When he pulled his hand away, I nearly cried out.

Damien rose, yanked off the remains of his clothing, and pulled me into his lap. His hardness pressed against my damp curls, and he moaned into my mouth.

On my knees, facing him, his hardness rubbing against me, I nearly said it, the V word, but he spoke first.

"Good girl," he said, his hand sliding down my back to rest on my hips. "Now, I'm going to give you a little taste of what it means to submit to me. A combined reward and punishment for winning our chess game."

With that, his palm connected with my ass, the impact vibrating through it like a tuning fork. I gasped in surprise as shock rippled over my skin and heat surged beneath it. It wasn't unbearable—more like a sharp, thrilling sensation that sent goosebumps all over me. My initial shock quickly gave way to an unexpected surge of pleasure, and I found myself craving more.

"Did you like that?" he asked, his voice husky and low as he watched my mouth move wordlessly.

"Yes," I finally said in the smallest voice, shocked at my admission.

"Good." Another slap landed, this one slightly harder than the first. "Because there's much more where that came from."

With the third slap, something inside me awakened—a hunger, a need, that had lain dormant until now. With each slap, I craved more. Each stinging impact only served to heighten my arousal.

"Please." I whimpered, my voice barely audible above the crackling of the fire. "I need more."

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