Page 122 of Vows of a Mobster
“Take me, baby,” he urged me, grabbing my hips and adjusting me right over his cock.
My sex pulsed with need, clenching for his cock inside me. I lowered myself onto him and both of our groans filled the dark room.
His one hand wrapped around my head, brought me to his lips while his other hand guided me while I rode him.
“Declan,” I whimpered. “Oh my God!”
“Not yet,” he ordered, his hand fisting my hair to the point of pain. I didn’t care; it felt good. His hips thrusted up in hard movements, filling me to the hilt and my eyes fluttered shut. He was the only one that fit right inside me, bringing me pleasure so effortlessly. I was so close.
“Oh my fucking God!” A scream ripped from my lips, my pussy clenching around his cock as orgasm shook my body. He kept fucking me, guiding my body to move the way he needed me. I was a rag doll under his touch. Nobody and nothing mattered, except for this man that brought my body to the highest heights.
“Fuck, baby. That’s right,” he roared, following me over the edge. His fingers dug into my skin possessively, his cock twitching inside me. Both of our breathing labored, my heart raced in my chest. I was a fool to think I could have ever gotten over him. I was his; I’ve always been his.
As the world slowly came back into focus, I heard moans from the stage and glanced behind me. Those two were just approaching their peak.
Declan chuckled and I returned my eyes to him. “We didn’t last long,” he murmured, burying his head into the crook of my neck. “Next time we’ll beat them.”
Throwing my head back, I laughed. Only Declan would say something like that. “I’d blame your age,” I teased him, “but I orgasmed before you.”
“I’m just that good,” he beamed.
I scoffed, although my body felt deliciously sated. “Maybe it is just the fact that it’s been a while for me. What’s your excuse?”
The moans from the stage reached us and I peeked over my shoulder again. The man was fucking the woman hard, his hands on her hips, powering in and out of her. He didn’t show her any mercy and the woman loved it, her screams louder with each thrust.
“You always did like to watch, Marissa,” he groaned next to my ear, then gently bit my shoulder, marking me.
Declan was still inside me, and I could feel him growing hard again.
“And you didn’t?” I challenged him, turning my back to the couple. “That’s why you are a member here, right?”
His ocean blue gaze watched me, and I felt he could see too much. “You are the only one I ever brought here,” he finally spoke.
Fuck.It was exactly what I wanted to hear but I shouldn’t.
Lifting off of him, I stood up, grabbed my bra and dress, putting it back on. His eyes tracked my every move.
“Don’t rip my panties next time,” I mumbled, feeling exposed without panties under my dress.
Half of his lip quirked up, and he tucked himself in, buckling his pants.
“Come sit on my lap, Marissa.” He patted his leg.
“That sounds so perverted, Declan,” I laughed uncomfortably. Now that we blew off some of the steam, I felt slightly nervous again. I sat back on his lap, and his hand wrapped around me.
“I only ever ask you to sit on my lap.” My eyes snapped to his but he looked dead serious. “Now tell me, why the sudden text? I would like to believe you couldn’t live without me, but after staying away from me for seven years, I doubt that’s the case.”
Silence stretched in the room. It seemed like a good idea, but now that I was here, and he seemed to be so perceptive, I wasn’t so sure.
My fingers played with the button on his shirt. It was risky to ask, but it hurt to see Emma in so much pain today. Brianna was falling apart with each second that Emma suffered, and I loved them so much. They became family. And Mateo loved Brianna. It was like he came alive. I should have seen it the moment those two danced together at my birthday party.
“Ask, Marissa.” Declan’s voice brought me back to focus. “It can’t be that bad.”
“I need a favor,” I mumbled in a low voice, locking eyes with him.
“One that nobody else can accommodate?” His voice was slightly sarcastic, and my eyes teared up. If he only knew! He was Emma’s uncle, or cousin… something like that. He might be her only chance at surviving her illness. Brianna didn’t know about Kyle’s connection to the O’Connors, just like she didn’t know about Mateo and his people. I tried to keep her shielded from all of it. But she was in our world now.
Kyle was related to O’Connors. He had no scruples when it came to crime, and the night that he died, he had proven that in the worst way possible. Yes, the O’Connors led an organized crime life, just like Mateo did. But there were certain businesses we never touched, neither the Irish or Italians. Brianna knew Kyle wasn’t a good guy but she never got to read the background report her mother got her hands on. After all, it was part of the reason her mother freaked out. She was right that a connection between a senator and someone of Kyle’s caliber would have ruined the senator's career. Although it didn’t diminish the fact that Brianna’s mother was a selfish bitch.
