Page 121 of The Gangster King

I stand and lift her to her feet, removing her underwear. Then I cup her breast and flick one of her nipples.

“What happened in this dream?”

“You threatened to tie me up.” She blushes.

I smile darkly. “You like that?”

She shrugs. “Maybe.”

She likes it.

“Then maybe I better tie you up so you can’t run away again,” I say, lifting her around my waist and walking into her bedroom.

I spot her dressing gown. Ripping out the tie, I place her on the bed.

“Arms out.”

Without hesitation, she gives me her wrists and I’m so fucking hard I’m not sure I can wait to lick her pussy before finally sinking into her.

But I will.

I loop the material around her wrists as her eyes lift to mine and my cock turns to granite.

“Back up on the bed,” I say, and she shuffles up. Then I tie her to the bedframe.

“Oh god,” she says shakily, her nipples hardening.

I slide down my briefs as she wriggles to get comfortable.

“Widen your legs and let me see your wet pussy, baby.”

I run my hand down my hard length and my mouth waters as she follows my instructions.

“I’m going to eat your needy cunt, then I’m going to fill it and make love to you.” I climb on the bed and position myself between her thighs. “No other man is ever seeing you or tasting you again.”

I run my tongue across her clit.

“Fuck,” she cries, tugging at the restraints.

Then I do it again.

And again.

I grip her thighs, pull them apart wider, and suck hard on the nub.

“Dante!” she cries again louder.

“Mine,” I growl, lapping and sucking like she’s a god- damn peach.

She is.

Her creamy juices pour from her, and I drink it all.

Plunging my fingers inside I feel her shuddering, nearing release. I curl them and hit the spot, reaching for my cock as she falls over the edge.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

ADELINA

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