Page 67 of Dark Mafia Vows

She turns, her fingers brushing mine as I hand it over, her lips curling into a knowing smile. “Yeah but I wanted this one,” she breathes, her voice soft but dripping with provocation.

The air around us thickens, every second stretching out. I exhale sharply, stepping back, trying to create distance, trying to control the rising frustration and something far more dangerous. She smirks again, brushing past me, her shoulder grazing my arm.

A spark shoots through me—hot, immediate, and impossible to ignore.

I grit my teeth, willing myself to focus as I move to make a cup of coffee. My hands go through the motions automatically setting the pot to brew. The comforting hiss of the machine fills the space, but I’m acutely aware of her movements behind me, the subtle sounds of her shuffling through cabinets.

From the corner of my eye, I see her bent over again, her hips swaying as she searches for something in the lower cabinets. I force my eyes back to the coffee, watching the dark liquid drip down as if it’s the most important thing in the world.

If I just focus on the pot, if I stay busy, maybe I can push her out of my head.

But then I feel it—her body pressing close, the soft curve of her breast brushing against my back, sliding along my arm like a whispered temptation. My grip tightens on the coffee cup, and without thinking, I grab her elbow, spinning her and pinning her against the opposite counter.

She tilts her head, eyes glinting with amusement and challenge. “Stop what?” she asks, her tone innocent but her expression anything but.

“Stop playing games with me,” I say, my voice taut with exasperation. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“Maybe I do,” she murmurs, her voice taking on a seductive edge that sends a shiver down my spine.

A surge of frustration and something darker courses through me, a heady mix of desire and fury. My heart hammers against my chest, the beat growing louder as she leans in, her lips brushing my ear as she whispers, “But messing with you is so fun.”

I tighten my grip around her arm, pulling her closer instead of pushing her away, but the fire in her eyes only flares hotter. She thrives on this, on pushing me to the edge.

“You’re driving me crazy, Ginny,” I grind out, my voice rough, the heat between us almost unbearable.

“Good,” she says, her voice a velvet taunt, daring me, pulling me in deeper. “You deserve that and more.”

The air between us crackles, charged with everything unsaid, everything hanging between lust and fury. I step forward, pressing my body against hers, feeling the softness of her curves melt into the hard lines of mine.

“You should know,” I growl, my lips inches from hers, “before you start playing games with me... I’m not a gentleman. I always punish those who cross me. And you’ve just made the list.”

Before she can respond, I claim her mouth in a rough, desperate kiss, every ounce of tension between us exploding in that moment.

Her lips move against mine with equal hunger, her arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me down as she presses her body flush against mine. A low groan escapes me, the sound guttural and raw. This—this is what’s been consuming my mind since I fucked her two days ago.

My fingers tangle in her hair, tugging gently, pulling her closer until there’s no space left between us. Her lips move feverishly against mine, each kiss stoking the flames. When hertongue slides into my mouth, I suck on it greedily, tasting her like she’s the only thing that can quench this fire. We’re both breathless when we finally break apart, gasping for air.

“I’m so mad at you,” she whispers, her voice low and breathy as her lips trail down my neck, pressing hot, urgent kisses against my skin. “God, I need you.”

Her teeth graze my throat, and the sensation sends a shiver straight down my spine. The hunger inside me roars, primal and uncontrollable. Without a second thought, I grab the backs of her thighs, hoisting her up and placing her on the countertop. My hands move swiftly, impatiently, as I yank her shorts down her legs, desperate to feel every inch of her.

The world around us fades. All I can think about is the heat between us, the way her body responds to mine, the wild need coursing through my veins. And I know, in this moment, nothing else matters but her.

When I kiss her again, it’s even more rough, desperate, and aggressive. Her small hands travel down to my waist to pull my vest off. With each brush of her mouth against mine, another layer of control breaks apart in me. She’s ruining me.

When I pull back again, her entire body is flushed. Her lips are swollen and pink, her dark hair falling down her shoulders in wild waves. I’ll never get over how beautiful she is. She’s so pretty, it hurts.

And now, my dick is painfully hard, straining against my sweatpants. I want to fuck her so badly that there’s no room for foreplay. Without sparing another second, I pull the waistband down to my ankles while she tugs off her top.

“I’ve thought about fucking you on this counter ever since our first night in this kitchen,” I tell her, pulling one beaded nipple between my fingers.

She gasps when I pinch her hard before numbing the pain with a soft caress. Grabbing her knees, I pull her to the edge ofthe counter and kiss her again. This kiss is slower, hotter, wetter. My tongue slides over hers as I grind myself up against her. Her clit is already hard and swollen in anticipation.

“Please, Dario,” she whimpers against my lips, and I hiss as she wraps a hand around my dick.

Stroking it firmly, she guides me to her wet entrance. A low moan escapes my lips as I slip into her wet, tight walls. The sensation shoots straight to my balls as I sink deeper, filling her.

My hands grab her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh as I begin to move at a steady rhythm. Our breathing becomes erratic as I keep pumping into her, slowly building my pace and taking all that she has to give.

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