Page 120 of Vows of a Mobster
“Ohhh!” I lost it as the climax shot through me, and a scream rippled from my throat. He muffled it with his mouth just as I muffled his roar of pleasure. My body shuddered, as he thrust into me once, twice as my pussy clenched around him hungrily and he followed me right off the cliff. The burst of his seed shot inside me, both our breathing ragged.
My body shuddered with Mateo still inside me, his weight on me. My ears rang with the intensity of what we just shared. My body hummed with pleasure and demanded I do it again… very soon. He was making me greedy for his touch.
He trailed soft kisses along my neck, murmuring words in Italian.
“Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?” His voice was hoarse in my ear, and for the first time since I’ve known him, I detected a hint of an Italian accent. I searched out his gaze that reminded me of the calm sea after the storm.
“No, you weren’t too rough and you didn’t hurt me.” I pressed my lips against his cheek. He was still inside me, and his weight was the comfort of a lover. “Don’t ever hold back again.” He lifted his head, surprise evident in his eyes. “I liked it,” I explained softly, feeling a bit shy at his direct gaze.
He grinned and suddenly, he looked twenty years younger.
Forty-Four
Marissa
My heart thundered wildly in my chest. It didn’t make sense; I was a grown woman. I could visit this club if I wanted to at any time. Of course, last time I went in was with Declan and I was under twenty-one. But the owner turned a blind eye, for Declan.
I would have never known there was a club in this industrial area, if it weren’t for Declan. When I told him my deepest fantasy, he brought me here. It was an unmarked building, a warehouse. The name of the club was Pleasures, although there wasn’t a single sign outside. Of course, I learned it from Declan.
I parked on the other side of the parking lot and went down the dark alley.
“Don’t you know it is dangerous for little girls to roam alone in the dark?” I whipped around and found Declan casually leaning against the unmarked door.
God, he still looked sinfully hot. That coal black hair wasn’t as short as I remembered. There were more than a few strands of grey in it, but it didn’t take away from him. If anything, it made him more attractive. His face was hardened and his body was stronger than I recalled. He was almost as tall as Mateo, although a few years younger. Unlike Mateo who mostly wore expensive suits, Declan wore expensive jeans that hugged his ass just right and a button-down shirt. Shit, I just saw him and my body hummed with anticipation.
“When you find a little girl, let me know.” My voice came out husky, betraying me.
Even after all these years, I still craved his touch. I should be ashamed; I should hate him. He beat my brother to within an inch of his life; but my body refused to listen. Nobody had ever sated my sexual appetite quite the way Declan did. He was the one who took my virginity, and the only one that had made me feel amazing. When we ran into each other at the club, neither one was aware who the other was. As we danced, he whispered things he wanted to do to me, and I melted for him. He has been the only one able to drag my fantasies out of me and then make them come true.
“I have to admit, Marissa,” he spoke low, his voice a smooth seduction, whether that was his goal or not. “I was surprised by your text. After all, I haven’t heard from you in seven years.”
“I was short on candidates for tonight,” I told him, trying to hide how strongly he impacted me. “But if you are not up for it, I’ll try someone else.”
He was on me in a blink of an eye, my body pushed against the wall of the building. For such a big man, he moved quickly.
“Don’t play with me,” he growled, pushing his hard body against mine. “You are here now. And you are mine.”
The pulse between my thighs intensified, making me ache with need. He was so close, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted him naked, our bodies flesh against flesh. I tried to appear unaffected but my body shook with need for him. It was like getting a fix after years of staying off drugs.
“Are you needy, baby?” he murmured against my ear, nibbling on my earlobe.
He knew I was; there was no sense in denying it. Instead, I pushed my body tighter against his, feeling his hard erection against my lower belly.
“Are you?” I rasped low, my voice breathless.
He grabbed the back of my head and slammed a hard kiss onto my lips, pushing his tongue into my mouth. There wasn’t any gentleness, no easing into it. He was conquering, but so was I. His tongue brushed against mine, and a moan escaped me.
He groaned, his hand taking mine. “Let’s go inside.”
We walked in, hand in hand. His erection was visible, and he didn’t even bother hiding it. That's what I loved about Declan the most. He didn’t give a fuck what people thought, as long as he got what he wanted. My eyes adjusted to the dim room. They had done some re-decorating, I noted. A luxurious black granite bar lined the back wall of the room, surrounding a full dancefloor that served as a stage too.
My skin buzzed with anticipation and need. My body knew Declan’s scent, his touch. It was like coming home after being gone for years.
“Soon,” he murmured, his hot breath on my ear. Suddenly I felt like that eighteen-year-old girl again, eager to learn from this powerful, older man. He showed me what my body was made of that night; too bad it was short lived. That short week was one of the best ones of my life.
There were glances thrown our way, hungry men devouring me but equally so, there were women eyeing Declan too. He tucked me close to his side as we walked through the club. His hand squeezed mine, and instantly I felt safe, his touch comforting.
Yeah, that is stupid!
