Page 19 of Mistletoe in the Mafia

“Since you refuse to let me go, I say we pass the time some other way. I propose we have sex. I can tell you want to.”

“And do you? Want to?” he questions calmly, not even fazed by my request.

I would think he was unaffected, except for the heat flaring in his eyes.

“I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t. It’s just for tonight. And then in the morning I can leave and we’ll put all of this behind us.”

“Hmm,” he says thoughtfully.

“So?”

Instead of answering, he gets to his feet, rolling up his sleeves reveal toned forearms. My mouth goes a little dry at the sight.

“Stand up,” he orders.

My eyes narrow. “Attitude much?”

“Stand up now if you don’t want me to spank you, Madelyn.”

I can feel my arousal further dampening my panties at those words.I had no idea I had a spanking kink. What the actual fuck?

Still, I do as he said. I slowly rise to my feet obediently until I’m standing in front of him.

“Remember what I said earlier?” he asks, lifting his hand to my face.

An involuntary shudder passes through me. He rubs his thumb across my cheek, over my lips. The air around us is still and I’m not sure I’m even breathing right now.

“W-what?” I stammer, surprisingly myself because I never stammer.

“I said I don’t have sex with women, I fuck them,” he says in a low voice. “Would you like me to fuck you, Madelyn?”

I swallow softly, too far gone to consider salvation. Maybe this is exactly what I need. Nothing else needs to make sense. At least not for tonight. Tonight, I want to forget everything. Who I am, where I’m from. I want to forget the fact that I don’t actually have the answers to those questions.

“Yes,” I say confidently. “Fuck me, Dominic.”

His hand goes down to my neck, his fingers gliding over it delicately. And then he squeezes hard enough to bruise.

“You’re probably going to regret this,” he says, right before his lips descend on mine, robbing me of breath.

CHAPTER 5

Dominic

The situation has gotten a little out of hand.

And it’s all because of her. Madelyn. When I saved her, I didn’t plan on doing all this. Bringing her to my home, feeding her, talking to her—that was never part of the plan. But once I had her in my grip, it was hard not to try to see just how far I could push her. How far she’d let me go. She didn’t give me much in terms of herself and her truth.

But this, right now—this might be worth so much more than that. She grows pliant in my hold, shuddering as I kiss her slowly. What I really want to do is ravage her entirely.

Every nerve in my body screams to take her, claim her, but I hold back. Not because I want to—because I have to. Something about her demands reverence, even when my blood burns for more.

My lips linger on her full, velvet ones for a second before I bite her lower lip into my mouth. When her lips part, my tongue slips inside and latches onto hers, stroking, playing.

My cock twitches and strains against my pants. Her taste, the flavor of her tongue, the way she slowly melts in my hold, everything is fucking with my head.

I shouldn’t be doing this. But I’ve already started and I can’t stop.

Her muscles eventually loosen and she starts to reciprocate the kiss with more vigor. Her hands slide up my chest, feeling along my muscles, stroking and exploring them.

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