Page 28 of Texting My Mafia Savior

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see her judging me. She’s trying to hide it, but her eyes don’t lie. She’s staring at me as if she doesn’t know what species I am. That’s good—that’s right.

“So forget about the kiss. Forget about everything else. That’s who I am. I’m not a savior. I’m not a Good Samaritan. I’m a cold-blooded enforcer, Nico the Nightmare and Barberi the Barbarian. I’m a savage. An animal.”

“Don’t say that.” She puts her hand on my arm, her touch transmitting support and warmth unlike anything I’ve ever felt. “You did what you had to do. I’m right, aren’t I? About the marriage? It has something to do with the mob.”

“The Don took an interest in your aunt. She was terrified of him, and she had every right to be. He’s not a good man. She came to me, and I did my best.”

“You helped her when you didn’t have to,” she whispers, but I can hear her just fine.

“Don’t turn me into a good person,” I grind out.

“Don’t turn yourself into a devil, then,” she quips right back.

“You need to remove your hand.”

She tightens her grip. I can feel her fingernails clinging to me desperately. “Why?” she asks breathlessly.

I keep driving, somehow, but it takes an intense effort. “Because your hand feels too good. It makes me think a bunch of things, Arria, that I shouldn’t be thinking.”

Again, she grips me tighter. “Like… what?”

In the pause, she begins to breathe heavily.

“You don’t want to ask me that.”

“But I just did.”

“Didn’t you hear me?” I snap. “I’m not a good person. Because of what I did before. And because of what I want to do to you—I want to take you to a hotel, book a suite, and tear off your clothes. I want to devour your soaked, inexperienced pussy, lick your clit, your hole, all of you. Make you wild. Soak for me. Then—oh, fuck—I want to drive my dick inside of you. Just the thought of you is making me hard. I’ll fuck you like the goddamn savage I am. I’ll fuck you so that your big perfect tits bounce up and down for me and your cheeks are flushed in that beautiful way I like. I want to bury my face in your tits, greedily sucking, kissing, as I pound into you even deeper.”

“Oh my God,” she whispers as if she’s going to come just from my words—as if she doesn’t even need to touch herself. “Then what?”

“Don’t ask me that.”

“You’re making me crazy,” she whimpers.

“Youarecrazy if you just learned who and what I am and still want me to keep going.”

She wriggles in her seat. The city glides by past the windows. I keep going—not even sure how I manage it. My rod is solid, flush with my seed, thick from the tension. How does she do this to me?

“Are you getting wetright now?” I growl.

“Hmm,” she whispers. “What were you saying?”

“I’d fuck you. Hard. I’d kiss and suck your nipples. Then I’d let the mafia barbarian come out. My dark side would emerge. I’d bend you over and stare down at your juicy, plump ass. I’d spank your roundness, make you red for me, and then spank you again.With each spank, I’d be pulling you closer and closer to my dark side. Then I’d shove my dick inside you. By then, your virgin slit would be so fucking ready for me. I’d sink all the way in, your ass flush against my hips, making you look even more perfectly fucking—fucking—juicy…”

I’m gasping, trembling. She’s shaking, too. It’s like we’re both going to explode.

At another red light, I turn to her and find her staring at me. “What if I said take me somewhere now?”

“Don’t,” I snap. “We’re not thinking straight. We turn each other into animals.”

“What if I enjoy being an animal?”

“I have to be the mature one.” Hating and respecting myself for forcing these words out. “I want to make my dick soaked with your pussy’s wetness, then fuck your tits, followed by your tight hole, then explode inside of you, fill your body with my release, fucking flood you with it. I want to spank you, own your curviness.But we can’t.”

“Hmm.” She wriggles again like she wants the friction of the seat if she can’t get anything else. “We should stop. Saying stuff. Like this. Then.”

“I know,” I groan. “Take your hand off me. Christ. I’m going to explode.”

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