Page 43 of Born into Mayhem
“Careful, Dario. That sounds a lot like feelings to me, and you made it very clear those weren’t involved in what we’re doing. Remember?”
“My brother said that.”
“But he’s right. Just a quick fuck. That’s our plan, isn’t it?”
A groan slips out from between his lips as he brushes his mouth lightly over mine. “Plans change.”
“Ours won’t,” I tell him, but he ignores the protest that sounds flimsy even to my own ears.
His nose drags along my skin, trailing a seductive line down my neck before he nips at my shoulder. “I can’t stop thinking about you, my little viper.”
I feel the heat of his breath against my skin as he lets out another sigh before running his tongue up the length of my neck, stunning me with the possessiveness of it. His arm is locked around me, his other hand still fisting my hair, and this position is already starting to feel way too much like home.
“I can’t get you out of my fucking head,” he whispers against my ear.
“That must be very annoying for you,” I say, feeling the exhalation on my skin as he lets out a harsh breath.
“What’s annoying is your refusal to admit what’s happening here.”
When I stay quiet, he grunts his frustration and picks me up. In seconds I’m lying on the bed beneath him, staring up at the handsome face that’s only inches away as he lowers his body on top of mine. Spreading my thighs, he angles his body so I can feel the hard length of him. He presses into me, letting me feel how big he is, how ready he is to slip inside me. The yoga pants are a thin barrier and when he rocks his hips, I stifle the moan I want to give as he hits my piercing and sends a shock of pleasure through my core.
“Admit it,” he taunts while he kisses a line up my jaw. “Admit you want me just as badly as I want you.” His tongue and teeth and lips mark my skin as he draws closer to my mouth. “Admit this is more than you just wanting a quick fuck.” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “Admit it, and I’ll let you come.”
I rock my hips, knowing damn good and well that I can get myself off by using him. His deep chuckle rings in my ears as he lowers down, pinning me to the bed with his weight so I can’t move.
“Admit it,streghetta mia. Admit it, and I swear I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”
“You are such a domineering ass. Why do you always have to be in control?”
I feel his grin against my lips before he nips at my bottom lip. “Because watching you submit is the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen. It’s like watching a beautiful, deadly panther lie down at my feet. I know it could rip my throat out if it wanted to, but that’s part of the fun.”
“It’s very possible I will rip your throat out,” I warn him.
His masculine groan and the way he presses his thick cock harder against me makes it clear he’d very much like me to try.
“Admit it, Mia.” He kisses me softly, like he’s savoring the feel of my lips against his. “Admit it so I can make you come.”
“We still have a little over a week, remember?”
“And I’m willing to break the rules for you. I swore I wouldn’t let you orgasm until I was buried deep inside you. I never go back on my word, but I will for you if you admit the truth.”
While I have an internal war with myself, he rocks his hips again and lightly licks my top lip. I want to tell him the truth, that I’ve been drooling over him for years and that I can’t get him out of my head either and that my heart is already involved whether I want it to be or not, but something stops the words from spilling from my lips, and when I stay quiet, he gives a frustrated groan.
“My stubborn little viper,” he murmurs before kissing me. This time it isn’t gentle. It’s rough and hungry and dominating and it steals the breath from my lungs and every thought from my head, and that’s exactly why he did it. By the time he pulls back and grabs my wrists, there’s no way for me to stop what’s happening. Yanking his tie off, he secures it around my wrists, and then pins them to the bed with one of his large hands.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I growl at him as he reaches down and I hear the unmistakeable sound of his zipper.
“I offered to let you come,piccola vipera, but you refused. It’d be a shame for both of us to be miserable, though, don’t you think?”
“Don’t you dare,” I say, but he’s already letting out another sexy, deep groan as he reaches into his pants and frees his cock.
“Jesus, Mia, I’m so fucking hard for you. You see what you do to me?”
He sits up, letting me get an unobstructed view of him and holy shit he’s huge. The small peek I’d gotten of him hadn’t done him justice, even though I’d thought he’d looked pretty impressive then.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he groans. His hand wraps around his thick shaft, and as he starts to work himself, I can’t look away. Pre-cum beads at his head, and I nearly groan when he runs his thumb over his slit before bringing it to my lips. Without a word, he slides in between my lips, rubbing his arousal on my tongue so my mouth fills with the heady taste of him.
On instinct, I wrap my lips around him and suck. The feral groan mixed with the sexy Italian he growls at me is almost enough to make me scream that I’ve changed my mind. The words are on the tip of my tongue, dying to be let out, but something stops me. I know it’s fear, a fear so deep that it’s impossible to push aside, and confessing it to Dario would only make me more vulnerable when all this goes away. And itwilleventually go away. I’m eighteen, and he’s thirty-six. I’m trying to earn a place in my family’s Bratva, and he helps run the Alessi Mafia. This was only ever going to end one way, and if I can avoid the part where my heart is left shattered on the floor, then I will.
