Page 44 of Convenient Mafia Vows

But this is way fucking harder than I thought it would be.

I can see the swell of her breasts through the red fabric, the mound of her pussy where the dress has gotten caught up between her legs. I could rip the dress off her and stick my tongue between her legs—it would be one way to wake her up, but that isn’t my style. I like my women conscious and willing.

“Caleb?”

The whisper barely pushes through my thoughts, and I realize that my fingers have found one of her nipples beneath the soft fabric. It automatically stiffens to my touch. “That’s it, come to me, baby.”

Maybe I drank too much in the restaurant, or maybe the adrenaline rush of protecting Victoria outside the restaurant has erased the voice of reason inside my head because, withoutthinking, I lean forward, so close our lips are touching. “Open up and let me in, Victoria.”

She does as she’s told and parts her lips to let me in. She tastes of the sweet wine we drank with dessert, and there’s something so heady about it, that I fill her mouth with my tongue, my fingers squeezing and flicking her nipple. Her hands slide around my neck, holding me close, her fingers dragging through my hair, and I know we shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t for the life of me think why when it feels this goddamned good.

“The dress is coming off.”

I pull away from her long enough to unzip it at the back and drag it down over her hips, exposing her breasts, her pinkish-brown nipples, and black lace panties. I devour her with my eyes. There’s something about Victoria that is so sensual, so familiar, that it’s impossible for me to keep my hands off her.

“I could look at you all night,” I murmur, and she lets out a groan of pleasure. It’s almost like she was made for me, like I’ve been searching for her all my life without even realizing. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, mo stoirín .” My words sound husky even to me.

A smile tugs at the corners of her lips. “Say that again.”

I lower my face to hers and kiss the corners of her mouth. “You’re so…” I nibble her bottom lip between my front teeth. “… fucking…” I lick her lips, my hand stroking her neck. “… gorgeous…”

“And the rest.” Her eyes are glittering.

“Mo stoirín.”

Victoria arches her back, pressing her lips against mine like she can’t get enough of me, and it’s all the prompting I need to push me across the line of no return.

My hand is inside her panties, and I insert a finger into her pussy before I can stop myself. She’s warm and wet and tight, and I have a hazy vision of Sandy sprawled across the bed while I push myself into her.

Victoria groans against me, eyes closed.

I insert a second finger. “So fucking tight.” I feel her swallowing my fingers whole, and I resist the urge to open her up so that I can stick my tongue in her. Not yet. My cock is ready for her, but I want to take my time. She’s like a blank canvas just waiting for me to fill her with color.

I leave my fingers inside her while her pussy constricts and throbs around them. I suck on her nipple, nibbling and tugging until it’s pink and swollen, and Victoria responds with wetness between her legs, allowing me to push a third finger inside her. “You’re so wet.” Her body writhes and wriggles, and I hush her groans by filling her mouth with my tongue. “Are you always this wet, Victoria?”

“No,” she gasps.

Dragging my hand down her throat and between her ripe breasts, I follow it with my tongue, sucking on the underside of her breast until a faint red mark appears.

My mark.

It’s like a red rag to a bull. I want to claim her, take her in every way possible so that she knows she belongs to me. I want to leavemy mark all over her so that every time I see her naked body, I’m reminded that she’s totally and irrevocably mine.

I suck on the underside of her other breast so that she has matching marks.

Victoria must realize what I’m doing because she raises her upper body onto her elbows and watches me. “Caleb, no…” She shakes her head.

I go back and kiss her, squeezing her throat gently with my free hand. Her eyes widen but not with fear. “You can’t stop me, Victoria. You trust me, don’t you?”

“But I?—”

I grip her neck a little harder and smother her mouth with mine. “Do you trust me?”

She nods. “Yes.” It’s little more than a whisper.

“Stay there.” I kiss the tip of her nose.

Her trust makes my cock throb inside my pants. She could spread her legs wide, suck me dry, and then ride me like a bucking bronco, but nothing will ever compare to knowing that she is offering her body to me with complete and utter trust.

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