Page 56 of Mistletoe in the Mafia

“Do that again and I’ll punish the fuck out of you, Flowers,” he growls, his hand sliding to where my dress stops above my knee.

“Promise?”

There’s barely an inch of space between us. I’m almost sure he can feel the pounding in my chest. Dominic’s eyes flutter shut and he groans softly before leaning down to kiss me. I’m robbed of breath and, like always, everything else falls away. I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, our lips and tongues clashing.

When he pulls away, he places his forehead against mine, both of us trying to catch our breath.

“You have no idea how you make me feel. How hard I get for you. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about fucking you in the last few weeks? I would have taken you hard and fast and rough, rough enough that you’d be feeling me inside of you for days. I would claim every inch of you and not be satisfied,” he says in a dark voice that should terrify the fuck out of me.

Instead I shiver, my body coming alight at his words.

“So claim me,” I whisper.

The look in his eyes turns a little animalistic as he fists the shirt that I’m wearing upward before shifting my panties to the side. He shoves a finger inside of me so fast, it wrenches a gasp a surprise from my lips.

“Always so wet and ready for me, Flowers,” he murmurs.

“Dominic,” I moan.

My lips tremble as I hold on to him, gripping his arm as the onslaught of emotions and erotic stimuli washes over me. He swipes a finger through my folds, catching the arousal on his fingers and bringing it to his mouth.

“You taste really fucking good, baby,” he says on a groan that has me feeling even more wanton than before.

I pant, my chest rising and falling. I was so close to an orgasm just now; I need him to keep going. Dominic smirks like he can tell exactly what I’m thinking.

“You want to come, don’t you?” he asks.

“Obviously,” I grit out.

He shakes a finger in front of my face. “What’s the magic word?”

“Fuck you?” I snap in frustration.

“Close, but no,” he says, grinning. “Try again, sweetheart.”

“You’re a dickhead and a tyrant who gets off on seeing me beg?”

“Those still aren’t the words I’m looking for.” He strokes the pad of his thumb up and down my clit with a feather touch.

“Please,” is wrenched from my lips soon after. “Please, please, please make me come, Dom.”

“I love it when you beg me, Madelyn,” he says right before he slides a finger inside of me, then another.

I squeeze my eyes shut in pleasure, my mouth dropping open. Dominic grasps the nape of my neck and tugs me toward him, exploring my mouth with his tongue while he does the same between my legs with his other hand. It’s almost too much.My heart skips and my vision clouds. His fingers pump into me, and the sound fills the space.

Dominic releases my neck to pull up the shirt so that my breasts tumble free. He twirls one hard nipple between his fingers, adding the sensory overload.

“That’s it, baby, you’re so close,” he whispers against my lips.

“Yes, yes, like that, Dom,” I cry, too far gone to care about the desperation in my voice.

When I look into his eyes, it feels like falling. My panting turns to moaning as my walls grip his curved fingers, until he’s able to stroke the orgasm out of me. He takes my mouth again, swallowing the scream that escapes me as I finally come.

When I finally return to planet Earth, Dominic’s staring at me intently, something like adoration in his expression.

“What?” I ask.

“You look pretty when you come. Your pussy was squeezing my fingers so hard. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock,” he says with a wolfish grin.

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