Page 39 of Mob Boss's Second Chance

It doesn’t matter. I don’t feel like I’m anyone’s but his. His overpowering sense of self blocks out everything except his presence, and I gladly surrender to it.

He pulls on my shirt, dragging it like a tortuous whisper across my skin and over my head. It hits the floor, and my bra—already undone—follows. The cold air in the office hits my skin, but his mouth quickly replaces it on my nipple.

I moan, threading my fingers through his hair and arching my back.I want more. I need… more.I tilt my hips, grinding hard against his body, pressing every part of me into him.

He bites my nipple, and I gasp, tugging on his hair as he kisses the pain away, mingling it with pleasure. Pain and pleasure—I never knew both could feel so good… so deliciously decadent.

“Natalie,” Ethan whispers my name against my skin, and I reach between our bodies for his slacks, pulling on the zipper. My hand slides into his briefs, palming and stroking until he’s biting back swear words under his breath.

He lifts his head again, and I can see his eyes—darkened with lust. “How?” he asks harshly.

I don’t get to answer the question before he brushes his lips to mine, tugging on my bottom lip and kissing me hard. One hand ravages through my hair, and the other squeezes my throat, and I go boneless.

Christ.

I didn’t know this was something to need.

I can still breathe, but it also feels heady.

Like I’m drowning pleasantly.

I whimper as his hand on my hair moves to my lower back, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us. His lips devour mine, and the roughness of the kiss sends a jolt down my spine.

“Ethan,” I whisper breathlessly when he pulls back for just a second, his forehead resting against mine. His dark, hungry gaze pierces me, and his fingers flex against my neck, still keeping me under his control.

“I shouldn’t want you like this,” he growls lowly, his voice rough, almost tortured. “But you drive me insane.”

Before I can respond, his lips claim mine again, silencing any coherent thought. The kiss deepens, and my world narrows to the sensation of him—his firm hold, the taste of his mouth, the way his hand slides lower, exploring the curve of my waist.

I’m lost in it, in him.

In the heat, the intensity, the way he takes without hesitation but still leaves me yearning for more. My head tilts back, giving him more access as his lips trail down my jawline to the sensitive spot on my neck.

A gasp escapes me when his teeth graze my skin, sending a shiver down my entire body. His grip tightens momentarily, just enough to remind me of his control, and it leaves me breathless—not from fear, but from the intoxicating feeling of surrendering to him.

“Ethan,” I manage again, barely audible, unsure if I’m asking him to stop or to keep going.

“I want you,” he murmurs, but it’s almost as if he’s angry at himself. “I can’t stop.”

I don’t want him to stop, and I urge him on by touching him again, my hand wrapped firmly below. He throws his head back and drags his hand across his face,

He doesn’t stop me.

I get down from the desk, intending to go on my knees, but he spins me around, guiding my stomach to the cold, polished wood. My pants come off, and so do my panties—with painstaking slowness—and he kisses me on my thighs as he spreads them apart. I shiver and reach for the other end of the desk, gripping it for support.

“I didn’t think,” Ethan exhales. “I don’t have any protection, butgod,I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

I push him all the way with a calculated arch, and it earns me a slap across my ass. The pain radiates through my body, making me yelp, but it’s quickly replaced by a numbing feeling that makes me whimper.

Between my thighs, I feel a throbbing sensation, and it grows, cascades, when Ethan’s thumb rubs my clit, until I let out a quivery cry—trembling and squirming. He pins me in position, grabbing my hands and holding them behind my chest.

“Ask.” His voice sounds ragged, and I’m too far gone to summon words. “Ask if you want me to go slow.”

His finger slips into me—down where I’m drenched, and then he pulls out… before he thrusts in.

Hell.

Fuck.

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