Page 84 of Mafia Kings & Wedding Rings
“Fuck you for that, aight.” He popped a grape into his mouth. “How the fuck you say some shit to me like that after everything?”
“What part of us not being around each other alone don’t you understand? I don’t want to see you again until theimplantation. I know Jordan invited us for dinner, but I’ll just make an excuse. Or… I won’t. Maybe I’ll have plans with Blaine that night instead,” I taunted him.
Lowering his hand at his side, he slowly chewed on the last grape before turning to my fridge and reaching inside for a bottled water.
“Don’t get nobody fucked up out here, Emerald.” His threatening tone and the way the warmth in his eyes faded to black was disturbing.
He twisted the cap off the water and took a gulp.
“I swear I hate you!”
“You hate me?” He slammed the water bottle on the counter and instantly moved closer.
Lifting his hand, he cuffed my chin and smothered my mouth with his. Almost immediately, my lady parts reacted. His tongue eased into my mouth, and he drew me closer in his strong arms. Slowly, his hands lowered to my chest, nudging me away so that he could search my eyes.
“Is that why yo’ heart beating like that?” he asked, hands sliding lower until he was slipping them into my pants and toying with my nub. “That pussy leaking. Must hate me too,” he mumbled, mouth crushing into mine again.
My arms fell across his shoulders, and he lifted me off the ground so that he could carry me back to my room. It was late, and I expected Sapphire home within the hour, but my body was on fire for this man and begging to be put out.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized, arranging me on my back on the bed.
His warm eyes seared mine when he spoke. Stroking my cheek, he positioned himself over me once again, lips brushing lightly against mine before fusing together for another kiss.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispered between kisses. “Every morning, every night. This shit driving me fuckingcrazy.” Tugging at my jeans, he pulled them down until they were at my ankles and yanked them off.
Using both hands, he caressed my thighs until he reached my panties and tugged on them. When his mouth latched onto my bud, it sent my body into a frenzy. The flick of his tongue left my walls clenching, and he devoured me like his last meal. It was slow and sensual, his need channeling into me as he moaned against my flesh. His fingers dug into my flesh, clawing at me while he slurped up my juices. Dizzy and on the verge of an explosion, intense pleasure clawed up my spine when he flicked his tongue in quick motions and inserted two fingers at the same time.
“Oh, shit!” I whined, legs locking around his neck as he applied pressure that couldn’t be denied.
Gripping the sheets, I practically levitated off the bed. An electrifying current ripped through me from head to toe, making my walls collapse as my juices spilled over his fingers, leaving me paralyzed.
“Nah, don’t run.” Ivo cuffed one of my ankles with his hand. “That’s what the fuck I’m talking about.” He knelt to kiss my lower lips gently, sending my body into a fit of involuntary twitches from the rippling orgasm.
While I lay there trying to recover, he climbed down long enough to strip out of his clothes and joined me back on the bed, easing between my legs and grabbing one of my thighs.
“You can’t take this shit from me, mama,” he mumbled against my lips, the tip of him hard and stern against my core.
My breath shortened when he drove into me with force. Every stroke was deadly, tapping at my peak, daring me to cum as he slowly buried himself inside me.
“Ivo,” I gasped, fingers digging into his sweaty flesh when he arched his back and hammered mercilessly into me.
With every thrust, the tension between us heightened, taking us higher together until an orgasm erupted simultaneously. My head spun as my chest tightened, but Ivo didn’t pull out. Instead, he collapsed on my chest, applying soft pecks to my neck before greeting my lips and gradually slipping out of me. Lying beside me with one arm draped across my stomach, he kissed my shoulder and traced my flesh with the tip of his index finger. I don’t know how I let him get me here again.
“What is wrong with me?” I sat up, grabbing my sheets and draping them across my naked body.
“Don’t start that shit, Emerald.”
“How is this okay with you?” I wondered, peering at him over my shoulder. “Jordan is your wife. You made vows. Does that mean anything to you?”
“How the fuck you ask me some shit like that?”
“Because you’re here… in my bed, and she’s probably at home wondering where the hell you are and making plans for your baby,” I reminded him.
“You think I don’t feel bad about this shit?” Ivo shot up, pulling the sheet over the lower half of his body.
“Not enough to stop pursuing me.”
“Is that what you really want? After all this time, you can cut me off like that?” he asked, hurt glazing his eyes and tone.
