Page 53 of Dark Mafia Vows

The rough edge of my voice has an opposite effect on her. A blush spreads across her face and throughout her entire body until I am absolutely sure she is completely flushed.

“But the drive home is long,” she whines, her soft breath hitting my face.

And she’s right. I don’t think I can wait thirty minutes with Ginny right beside me while Timoteo drives us home. At some point, I’ll end up fucking her with my driver right in the front.

I grip her hips tightly, my fingers digging in as I weigh my options. An idea sparks in my head, and I press a short kiss against her lips before lifting her body off me.

“I can take us somewhere.”

Stepping down, I shut the door behind me and grab the car keys from Timoteo. Nearby, there’s an old property of the Bianchi’s, one of those that collapsed and is now sealed off under my control.

I slide into the driver’s seat after sending Timoteo away, pull the car out of the garage, and out the back of the hotel. I grip the steering wheel firmly, my body almost shaking due to the pent-up arousal and tension in the car.

Ginny remains quiet behind me, but I can hear the sounds of her harsh breathing in the rear compartment. After five torturous minutes, we arrive at the gate to the estate located in the quiet residential quarters of the city.

The two security guards on duty recognize me immediately and push the sliding gates open. I order them not to let anyone in before moving forward.

The car’s headlights cut through the dim light as I drive in. My gaze is drawn to the side of the building that has collapsed; debris strewn across the ground in huge blocks. I maneuver cautiously through the quiet garage, navigating potholes and uneven pavements before finally finding a spot near the edge, away from the wreckage.

The moment I shift the car into park, I quickly get down from the driver’s seat and rush into the backseat. I pull the door open, and Ginny’s hands grasp tightly onto my clothes, pulling me in with her. I try to climb her body by pushing her into a lying position, but she has other plans.

Her hands grip my shoulders as she pushes me back against the seat before climbing over to straddle my waist. There is no patience, no restraint as our mouths find each other, our tongues dancing in frenzied passion.

All thoughts of taking it slow disappear to the back of my brain as she licks and bites my neck, our hands fumbling with the several layers of clothing between our bodies.

She pushes my tuxedo jacket down my shoulders, and I quickly slide it off before fumbling with the zip at the back of her dress. Our gasps and moans intermingle as she unbuttons my shirt halfway before undoing the buckle of my belt.

When her zip gets stuck, she slips her hands out of the sleeves and pulls the dress down her front, leaving it around her middle.

I suck in a sharp breath at the sight of the red lace bra that covers her perky breasts.

“You said I should wear red,” she murmurs, staring at me through her heated gaze.

I slip my hands between her thighs and cup her clothed pussy.

“Is this red, too?” I growl, slipping the flimsy material to the side and rubbing my thumb over her wet, swollen lips.

“Yes,” she moans, her fingers biting my shoulders.

I press my mouth directly on top of her soft breasts, opening my mouth to take one clothed nipple between my teeth. She grabs my head roughly with both hands, rolling her hips over my fingers as I suck her nipple.

“Fuck, Dario,” she gasps. “I want you now.”

I let out another growl when she slips her hands into my briefs and grabs my dick. That’s when I turn feral.

Grabbing her panties, I roughly tug the fabric. She lets out a soft gasp as it snaps before I discard it on the ground. My dick stands out proudly as I completely pull it out, its tip pointed up towards my chest. I take pleasure in watching Ginny’s eyes widen a fraction at it before she positions herself above me and slowly slides down.

She moans, and my hands dig painfully into her hips as she takes me in, inch by inch, until my cock is completely buried inside her. I lean forward to pull her lips into a kiss, giving her a few seconds to adjust to my size.

The kiss turns frantic in seconds, and soon she’s gripping my shoulders to push me back.

Taking her lead, I watch with hooded eyes as she lifts her hips up before slamming down on my length. I grab her hips tosupport her as she gets into a steady rhythm, rocking, grinding, and thrusting.

Pleasure shoots through my entire body, spreading warmth throughout my veins and making my heart race. I focus on her face, the sheen of sweat on her forehead, her wild, dark hair cascading down her waist, and the sweet moans falling out of her lips as she continues to ride me.

Her soft sounds drive me absolutely insane, the sound of it only heightening the arousal pulsating within my veins.

My fingers dig into her hipbones as she picks up her pace, thrusting and grinding. My hands gather her hair to the back of her head before wrapping it around one wrist.

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