Page 39 of Dark Mafia Vows

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GINEVRA

The moment Dario’s lips meet mine; every thought leaves my mind and my body. The kiss happens so fast that I barely register it happening at first. But seconds later, I feel him everywhere.

Every nerve ending in my body ignites into fire. My stomach flips, my head spins, and when one of his hands comes to circle around my neck, my control snaps, and I’m kissing him back as if my life depends on it.

His mouth moves over mine with such hunger and desperation that it has me clutching his shoulders. Our tongues glide over each other in an erotic dance. He tastes like whiskey, mint, and a hint of cigarettes that leaves me wanting to taste more.

I feel everything he does, the way his tongue flicks out over my lower lip, the hard pressure of his fingers pressing into my scalp, the gentle tugging on the hair at the nape of my neck as he draws me even closer. His free hand roams across my body. He brushes the side of my breasts and glides past my waist until it finds my ass. As he grabs the flesh and squeezes, I make a small sound in my throat.

When his tongue flicks out to lick the seam of my bottom lip, a whimper escapes me. He presses harder against me, pinning me against the edge of the countertop, and I can’t help but groan.

He hisses as I slide my hands down to his chest, my palms flat against the warm skin.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I say in between his drugging kisses.

“Fuck no, we shouldn’t,” Dario breathes as he presses kisses down my neck. “Just like I shouldn’t be this obsessed with you.” He drags his teeth over the sensitive skin on the side of my neck, making me gasp breathlessly. “I shouldn’t crave your body like I crave air.”

I feel his erection digging into my stomach, and it makes me bite my lower lip to stop another moan. When his hands caress my sides and then slip under my dress, I know I have no willpower left to stop us. My panties are already soaked, and my pussy throbs in anticipation.

“You want this too, Princess,” he whispers against my ear as he presses his hips against me. His voice sounds husky and raspy, almost unrecognizable coming from his own mouth. “Don’t you?”

I’m biting my lip so hard that I might draw blood. I close my eyes tightly to stop the sensations coursing through me. But the desire, the wanton need...it’s all too much.

Suddenly, he pulls back, and I almost whine at the loss of contact. Then he leans his forehead against mine, his breathing heavy and uneven. “I asked you a question, Ginny,” he rasps.

I stare into his deep green eyes, and the lust simmering beneath his orbs makes them glow like polished emerald.

When his hand travels further to caress the edge of my panties, my breath hitches.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispers, one finger skirting dangerously close to my drenched core.

My breath leaves my lips in a woosh. “And you stop trying to use reverse psychology on me,” I hiss.

One side of his lips pulls up, and it strikes me how dangerously beautiful he is. He looks like sin, like every woman’s dark fantasy.

When his hand cups my pussy fully, every thought of opposing him vanishes from my mind.

“Fuck, Ginny,” he groans, his second hand digging into my waist as if he’s restraining himself. “Tell me to stop right now.”

I close my eyes and dig my fingers into his shoulders as one finger slips under my drenched panties, brushing over my sensitive skin.

“Don’t stop,” I moan.

At the simple command, he crushes his lips against mine again. A rush of sensation surges through my whole body, setting off fireworks inside my belly. A shudder runs through me as two fingers slip into my slick entrance.

“Dario,” I moan, sliding my hands up to clutch his hair.

“That’s it,” he says against my lips, moving at a torturous pace inside me. “Don’t fight it.”

I kiss him hard, pouring all my anger, frustration, and desire into the dance of our tongues. Pulling his bottom lip between my teeth, I tug. “This does not change anything between us.”

“No, it doesn’t,” he rasps as his fingers sink deeper inside me.

I roll my hips against his hand as his thumb brushes over my sensitive clit. “Fuck... look at you making a mess all over my fingers,” he groans deeply.

I roll my hips again, not caring that I’m practically riding his hand. And he’s watching me with hooded eyes, his face flushed with passion. His pupils are dilated, making his eyes glow even brighter. He looks like an angel, a devil, a Greek god.

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