Page 5 of Mafia Shade's Reluctant Bride
I should have said no. I should have walked away. Instead, I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him to me.
I could taste the hint of whiskey on his tongue and feel the stubble on his jaw. It drove me wild.
Our mouths parted, breathless, as his fingers traced the curve of my waist and hips, and then he dared to venture lower. He slid his hand up my thigh, his touch electric against my bare skin. I wore no underwear, a decision I also made earlier in a moment of rebellion, and now I reveled in the sensation of his fingers teasing my sensitive flesh.
“Fuck, Rose,” he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. His fingers delved deeper, finding my wetness, and he groaned in approval.
His mask stayed on. So did mine.
The anonymity and the recklessness made everything hotter. He pinned me against the wall, hands on my hips, lips ghosting over my neck before moving lower. He kissed every part of me with reckless abandon.
His hands cupped my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress, thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples. I arched into his touch, my head falling back, exposing the graceful line of my throat. He took advantage, raining kisses down my neck, his teeth nipping gently, eliciting a soft moan.
He kissed my collarbone, his breath hot against my skin, before pulling the dress down, revealing my breasts. My nipples peaked in the cool air, begging for attention. He obliged, lowering his head to take one taut peak into his mouth, sucking gently.
“Oh God,” I moaned, my head thrown back, my body trembling.
His mouth trailed kisses down my stomach, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading my legs wider. He knelt before me, his breath hot against my core, and my eyes fluttered shut, surrendering to the pleasure. His tongue teased my clit, circling, flicking, driving me wild. My hands tangled in his hair, urging him closer as his mouth and fingers worked in perfect harmony.
“Please…” My voice was a desperate plea, my body on the brink of losing any inch of control it had left.
After dwelling in between my legs for what felt like an eternity, he stood, his cock straining against his pants, and my eyes widened at the sight of his desire for me. With swift movements, he pulled off his clothes, revealing a body honed by discipline and desire. His erection jutted proudly, thick and veined, and my mouth watered at the thought of tasting him.
“I need to be inside you,” he growled against my mouth.
I nodded, my body already craving the completion only he could provide. He lifted me, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, and guided his throbbing cock to my entrance. With one smooth thrust, he filled me, our bodies becoming one.
The sensation was exquisite. My walls clenched around him, milking his length as he began to move, his hips snapping forward with each thrust. The room echoed with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, our grunts and moans filling the air. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider as he pounded into me, his cock hitting my sweet spot again and again.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, his breath hot against my neck.
My hands clawed at his back, my nails digging into his skin as I matched his rhythm, rising to meet each powerful thrust. As his pace quickened, I felt my orgasm building again, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to consume me. I threw back my head, my throat exposed, as I rode the wave of ecstasy. His teeth sank into the tender flesh of my neck as we both tumbled over the edge.
Our cries filled the room as our bodies convulsed in release. His cock throbbed inside me, pulsing with his own orgasm as he emptied himself, filling me with his essence.
And then—the moment was gone.
I didn’t even realize how dangerous it had been until we stepped out of the room and someone called his name.
“Shade, we have a problem with the Russos.”
My stomach plummeted. The world snapped into focus, everything too sharp, too bright.
SHADE.
I knew that name, and I knew, in that instant, that I had just made the biggest mistake of my life.
I ran.
.
I didn’t stop to look back. Didn’t wait to see his reaction.
I fled.
My mask shielded my tears, but it couldn’t hide the way my breath hitched, the way my chest tightened with something dangerously close to regret.
My legs trembled beneath me, weak from what we had just done, from the way he had unraveled me completely. Each step felt unsteady, like I was walking on air or maybe sinking into the floor.
