Page 15 of Mafia Rules

His gaze scans my face, trying to read me. But I wasn’t hard to read. I wore my thoughts on my face like a giant billboard.

“Eve.” He moves closer to me. “Are you comfortable here?”

“I’m fine.” The words seem to drift out in an almost-silent voice. Our eyes connect, hold, and I'm stuck gazing into his intense brown eyes.

He slides his chair closer to mine, our knees touching. “I want you to be comfortable here. With me. I’ll always go at your pace.”

My pace? He can’t mean… us, can he?I clear my throat, feeling the heat rising in my body. I lean away from him, afraid I’d reveal just how much I didn’t want him to go at my pace. I wanted him to bend me over the desk and fill me, over and over. “Eating is fine.”What did I just say?

“Then we eat.” His hand shifts to my thigh with a slight squeeze before he picks up his fork.

I know what I want to eat… I cut that thought off and stuff my mouth with more food.

Concentrating becomes difficult as I am mesmerized by Ash’s lips as they wrap around his fork, his tongue as it slips out to lick his lips, and the attention he pays to savoring each bite.

He clears his throat, and I unfreeze. He gives me a sexy little smirk, as if he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

Until we finish, the only noise at the table is the sound of our forks scraping against the plates.

“Come with me.” In an old-fashioned and gentlemanly manner, Ash extends his hand toward me. His skin is warm and inviting when I accept.

I follow him to another part of the house, passing what looks to be a study and then his bedroom. My head cranks back, trying to get a peek of where he sleeps at night.

We end up in a room at the end of the hall filled with books. When we enter, the smell of the wood hits my senses instantly. It’s a newer building, but this room looks old. I scan the bookshelves to see what his interests are. Surprisingly, I see an extensive variety, including some self-help-type books.

“This is my sanctuary,” he says, taking off his suit jacket and loosening his tie.

“I love books.” I step closer to him but stop short. His tall, muscular body slumps as his eyes settle on me. I want him tocome closer. I want to know what it feels like to have those arms wrapped around me, his lips pressing on mine.

“I got the feeling you did.” A slight smile tugs at his lips, but the intense gaze remains fixed on my face. “I think we are similar.”

I don’t respond right away, unsure of what page he is on. But his eyes are taking me in, like he wants to devour me. I close the gap between us until he’s within arm's reach, then my courage disappears. The dimmed lights play with the contours of his scruffy face, creating shadows that urge me to reach out and touch.

As if he’s reading my thoughts, his hand reaches for mine, a comforting sense of familiarity washes over me, and I willingly take it. He pulls me up against his body, almost knocking the breath out of me.Was this actually happening?

“Do you want me—” he starts, but I cut him off, my lips crashing to his. His warm tongue sweeps into my mouth, his breath on my cheeks. His hands are on the sides of my face, ensuring I don’t go anywhere. He didn’t have to worry.

My hands explore his body, wandering freely, touching him everywhere before he pulls back. I pull his white shirt from his pants and hear his moan in my ear. His hands move to my ass, pulling me roughly to him and keeping me there.

“I’m going to fuck you all night, Eve,” he whispers breathlessly in my ear while his hand inches the zipper of my dress down. “I’ll ruin you for anyone else.”

My pussy quivers at his words. I can see he means them. All I’ve been thinking about since yesterday was him inside of me, railing me into the bed. I’m not a one-night stand kind of girl, but in this moment, I’d let him do anything he wants to me. If one night is all I get, I am going all in. “I like it rough,” I blurt out, not wanting him to hold back. “And hard.”

He takes my hand and places it over his hard cock. “Like this, baby?”

I lick my lips, feeling my mouth fill with water at the thought of licking his tip, then taking all of him into my mouth, sucking and licking until he can’t stand it anymore. I groan as I pull him toward me by his belt, gently sweeping my fingers on his bare skin behind it, teasing his cock with the potential of my hand so close.

“You’re such a fucking turn-on, Eve.” His lips find mine again. His hands grab my waist, and he lifts me. Wrapping my legs around him, he walks us to his bedroom.

He gently sets me down on the edge of his bed, then steps back and unbuttons his shirt, allowing me the chance to take all of him in as he takes it off. His muscles ripple with his movement, and his tattoos make me wetter.

I reach for his belt and unbuckle it. When I try to wiggle it free, he gently pries my hands away from him and pulls his belt out of the loops. I lean back on my hands, waiting for him to continue to undress, but instead, he pushes me down on the bed with a little force, bringing my hands over my head and wrapping them with his belt. My face flushes with excitement, being in his experienced hands.

“This okay?” He holds himself on top of me, a concerned look spreading across his face.

“Yes,” I gasp, struggling to catch my breath. I was putty in his hands, ready to be used in any way that pleases him.

He kisses my lips. “Don’t move.” His hand runs down from my belted wrists to my face. He brushes my cheek, kissing my neck, while his free hand slides down my body, pulling my dress up to my waist. When he moves to my bare thigh, I instinctively tilt my pelvis up, begging him to touch me.

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