Iwatched the parade of dishes, each one a fucking masterpiece that cost more than the average thug made in a month.ButIwas no thug.Rosalind'seyes were wide, taking it all in like she'd never seen such decadence.Shehad, of course—she was mafia-born and bred—butIwasn't just any mobster, and this wasn't just any spread.Itwas power on a platter, and she was dining at my table.
Ipushed a forkful of truffle-laden pasta her way.Thelook she gave me was pure joy.
"Everybite's like a sin," she replied, her lips curling into a smile.
Myhand found its way to her knee under the table, a slow drag of fingers against smooth skin.Rosalindsucked in a breath, almost imperceptible, butIcaught it.Everylittle hitch, every goddamn tremor that ran through her—Iwanted it all.
"Shit,Rosalind,"Imuttered, watching as her eyes glazed over as she frantically searched the restaurant for anyonewatching, "you're like a damn deer in the headlights, aren't you?Allbeautifully done up.ButIbet you like the thrill.Admitit."
Sheshifted in her seat, trying to pull off unaffected, butIfelt the truth.Myhand crept higher, inch by fucking inch, and those shivers racking her body weren't from the cold.
"Hardto enjoy your meal?"Iasked, my voice low, feeling her muscles tense under my palm.KnowingIcould unravel her with a touch and reduce her to needs and wants, it was a delicious sort of power.
"Quitethe opposite," she managed, her voice steady, but her body betrayed her, heat radiating from where my hand lay claim. "It's... exquisite."
Islid my fingers into her pussy as she shifted, a sly grin tugging at my lips.Rosalind'sbreath caught, and she widened her legs.Soaked.Andshe wasn’t wearing panties.Damn, she was all kinds of perfect.
Hercheeks flushed a shade that screamed desire, not the bashful blush of innocence.Mademy blood surge, thinking howI'dpaint her in darker hues before the night was over.Myfingers curled, slowly pushing on that spot that would make her see stars.Herpussy clenched around me, her breathing ragged.Allpretenses of caring if anyone was watching were gone.
"Fuck, you’re beautiful like this," my voice was husky.Therewas something about pushing her boundaries, pressing until she bent but didn't break, that had my heart hammering against my ribcage like a caged beast.
Myhand moved with intent, rough and demanding, with no pretense of gentleness.Mypants caged my cock, andIknewI’dneed to fuck her senseless soon.Thiswas a game of patience, showing her thatIcould give without expectation.
"Spreadmore for me,"Igrowled into her ear.Thepressure of my fingers increased, insistent, edging her towards that precipice.Hergasp was louder, and the waitress who was coming our way heard it and turned before rushing back to the kitchen.Ismiled.That’sright, don’t interrupt my woman’s pleasure.
"Goodgirl,"Ipraised, her legs starting to tremble, her knuckles white where she gripped the table.Aflush spread over her chest.Shewas close.
Andas her body clenched around my invading fingers,Ifell more in love with her.Shegave herself to me, trusting me, despite the fact that once upon a time,I’dtaken without care.Shestill gave herself, willingly, eagerly, to please me.
Iwatched her, the way she bit down on that luscious lip to keep from crying out.Thetablecloth was a poorshield for the sin we were committing right under it, but fuck ifIcared.Myhand worked her, relentless, fingers slick with her, and every arch of her back was a silent screamIdevoured.
Herbreaths came out ragged, heat radiating from where my fingers were buried deep inside her.Shit, the pleasure etched on her face was enough to make any man spill his seed, butIwas made of sterner stuff.Butjust as she was about to come,Ipulled back, leaving her gasping, fucking breathless.
Ipulled my hand out slowly and smirked.Herdark eyes flew open, locking onto mine with that wild, untamed look—that silent promise of 'more, give me more.'Itwas a vowIintended to fulfill, but not here, not now.Shegroaned before reaching down, grabbing my hand, and forcing me back inside her.Allshe needed was a flick, and she came undone, her juice spilling down her thighs and pooling against her dress.Shesighed and licked her lips, watching asIpulled my fingers to my tongue and sucked them off.
Wesat there, the aftermath of our little play simmering in the air.Thetaste of her lingered on my fingers; the scent of her arousal mingled with the rich aromas of the decadent food untouched before us.Wedidn't need that shit.Wewere drunk on something far more potent—power, control, unbridled fucking desire.
AndasIleaned back, watching her come down from that high,Iknew.Shewas made for this life, for me.Theunderworld's princess, soon to be its fucking queen.
Iyanked her up from the velvet chair, our chairs scraping loudly.Fuckthe half-eaten luxury on our plates;Icraved something raw, something that bled and writhed beneath me.Rosalind, with that wildfire in her eyes, was the goddamn mealIstarved for.
"Timeto go,"Ithrew a few hundreds on the table.Wetore through the empty restaurant.Ihalf-dragged her outside.
Thecrisp night air hit us, andIshoved her against the blackSUVthat waited.Myhands were all over her again, claiming every inchIhad left, burning for more back there.Herback slammed against the car door, and a gasp escaped those lush lips.
"Getin,"Icommanded, shoving the door open.Shestumbled inside, andIfollowed, almost smashing my head against the roof.Thedoor slammed shut, our own goddamn world now sealed away from prying eyes.
Ipinned her down, my body an iron weight pressing her into the leather seat.Mymouth crashed onto hers, allteeth and tongue and savage need.Shetasted like sin and promise, andIdrank it down like the thirsty bastardIwas.
Herfingers clawed at my back, pulling me closer, deeper as if she could merge our damned souls right there in the backseat.Heatcoiled tight in my gut asIdevoured her whimpers, the sound fueling the fire that raged within me.Ineeded her so goddamn badly.
"Mine,"Iseethed between kisses, branding her with the word, with my lips, with the grip that would leave marks she'd feel days later.Herbody arched under mine as her hands fumbled with my zip.Pushingthem aside,Iundid it, freeing my painfully hard cock.Ipushed her dress up to her hips and slammed inside her, loving how wet she felt as she easily accepted me.
Theleather creaked beneath us, the car a cage of carnal sin, asIslammed her down onto the seat.Sweatslicked my skin, the heat from our bodies fogging the goddamn windows, blurring the outside world.
Shewrithed under me, trying to arch to make more contact, even through layers of clothing.Myhands roamed over the curves that the black dress had teased at all evening.
Ilet a string of expletives out as she bucked against me, her hips grinding in perfect sync with mine.Thescent ofher arousal mixed with mine filled the car, making it hard to ignore how badlyIwanted her.Neededher.