Page 5 of Mafia King's Forbidden Vows

He wastes no time in finding my tongue and sucking it as if it were his last meal. Heat surges through my being as he angles his head, pressing a hand to the back of my head to pull me closer. I dig my hands through his hair, yanking desperately for his lips to be everywhere.

My heart almost bursts out of my chest, racing incredibly fast when he groans through the kiss. I whimper, clutching the cloth on his shoulders as my knees seem to grow weak. He holds me tighter.

“Fuck! My car,Bella.” He pulls back to train a hooded gaze on me, his voice husky, eliciting another shiver from me. I can only manage a small nod before he carries me −bridal style− in a blur to a black SUV.

I’m giddy like a schoolgirl who has never been kissed before. The thrill of being ravaged by this hot man I’ve known for barely an hour is so blinding.

He opens the back door and guides me into the huge SUV. “Lie on your back,” he commands gruffly, coming in after me, the size of him already taking up so much of the space.

We’re plunged into the dark when he closes the door, the tinted windows protecting us from the outside world.

It must be the enclosed space that gives me the courage to reach out and cup his face. His jawline is strong under my light touch, and before I can stroke it, he bends down and takes my lips in a demanding kiss.

The taste of sweet wine assaults my senses stronger than before as I melt completely into him. His hardened dick is pressed directly on my lower stomach.

I can’t believe I’m making out with Elio Donatelli in the backseat of his car.

He grabs my ass with one hand while the other threads through my hair, angling my head so he can have a better taste.

I pull his jacket away from my frame so his hands can freely explore my arms, causing goosebumps to appear as he trails his fingers along me. A loud moan escapes from my lips when he breaks the kiss to nip at the crevice of my neck.

Pleasure floods my body when his hand tightens over my ass. I lift my hips and grind into the thickening length of his dick that I can feel through the fabric of his pants. It feels so good that I let out a short cry of joy.

He trails kisses from my neck down to the dip of my cleavage. He looks up at me through his thick lashes before using his teeth to pull the strap of my dress down, my nipples hardening when the cool evening breeze hits my bare skin.

“Fuck!” he breathes when he takes my nipple in his mouth. “You taste divine,” he mutters, sucking and biting down on the sensitive skin.

I grab the hair at the back of his head, pulling him closer to me.

“Spread for me,Bella.” His voice coats over my breast, and I bite back a moan, doing as he says.

His fingers trail feathery circles inside my thighs, teasing and stroking before going under my panties. I bite down on my lower lip when his thumb swipes down my clit.

“Good girl, you’re so wet for me.” He rubs in circles, my hold on his hair tightening. “I can’t wait to bury my cock inside you.” He kisses my mouth.

His hand moves from my ass and grabs my breast, kneading and sucking like he’s starving, and I’m all the food he needs.

Without warning, he slips his finger into my pussy. A jolt runs through my body, causing me to tremble with confusion.What is he doing to me? Should I let his finger continue to roam where it is right now?

Fuck, I wish I could ask him the millions of questions flooding my head right now, but despite the foreign feeling overwhelming me, I can’t deny that it feels heavenly. His finger is thick and moves in and out of me like it was made for that sole purpose.

“Fuck,” I squirm and cry out in bliss when he adds another finger. He growls, bringing a hand to my waist to steady me.

“Don’t cum,” he groans against my thighs. “I want to eat you out first.”

I nod, whimpering in protest when he pulls his fingers from my insides. He pushes me up the seat before kneeling on the floor of the spacious car.

His dark, hooded eyes hold mine as his teeth graze my waist before biting down on my underwear and pulling it down. I’ve never seen a man look so hot and unholy as he does in this moment.

I collapse on the seat when his tongue takes a swipe over my pussy before sucking down on my clit. “You taste divine indeed,” he purrs.

My hips jerk involuntarily towards his mouth, urging him to do more. Hell, I’m tempted to reach over and direct his tongue all over me if it were possible, but the truth is, I’m not sure what I can do or what I can’t.

I don’t even know what to say in response to the beautiful words he’s cooing at me.

His words vibrate against my already throbbing center, and the only thing I feel comfortable doing is holding my hands to his head, keeping it in place. He sucks and licks before slipping his fingers back in.

“God!” I scream.

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