Page 29 of Runaway in the Mafia
“What?” My eyes stung. “I never said that.”
“So it’s only me then?”
Frustration itched on my skin. “Ugh, you are not my boss. I’m not listening to you.” He made my head spin so much that I couldn’t follow the conversation anymore.
“Ha. So it’s only with me.”
“No!”
“I agree.”
“What?”
One hand flew to his chin, and he rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. “You aren’t exactly agreeing with Mamma, either. Now me, I am a forgiving man, but Mamma… she’ll be so disappointed, and she deserved better. Wouldn’t you agree?”
My eyes narrowed. “Little low even for you, don’t you think?”
He shrugged, unbothered.
“Is this how you do your...” I lifted my hands in little quotes, “Mafia business?”
“Wouldn’t know. This isn’t business.”
“What is it then?”
“Pleasure. Payback time. Call it whatever you want,” he growled, and his hand landed on the counter as he stepped one foot forward. “One kiss is all I am asking.”
There wasn’t a single bone in my body that believed him. I glanced longingly at the shut door.
“Don’t even think about it.”
Resignation followed with a tinge of anticipation. I told myself it wasn’t much of a choice. Something fluttered in my stomach, like the curtains were about to go up and I was about to perform. Anxious. Frightened. Excited. “All right then,” I croaked.
His gaze sparked. He acted like I’d spread my legs and told him to take me. My hands wrapped around the counter, a tangible grip on my sanity. I glued my hip to it and leaned forward. A press was all I needed to do.
His lips were feather-light. Smooth silk underneath mine. But I hadn’t set any rules, and giving carte blanche to a man like him was bad news. I realised that when he stepped forward and took what he wanted. His hands landed on my fabric-clad thighs and trailed them up to my hip, carrying the linen of my skirt along with them. He lifted me up to him, pushed me back to the counter, and dropped me on it. He was refined. All polished and effortless in his moves. When he closed the gap between mylegs and stood within my thighs, his tongue had already slipped in. He carried an undertone of spice and smooth moves. His crotch warmed my core. He was already thick and hard, and for a woman who had never felt anything like it, it fed me like an aphrodisiac. My hands crawled up, wrapped around his neck, and roamed in his hair like I was looking for my sanity. A thick groan spilled from his body, and he was pushing me back to the wall as his tongue traced my mouth. He was all over me. He didn’t leave an inch untouched. When he pulled out and nipped a trail along my bottom lip, I abandoned the effort to hold back a moan.
Shit.
I could just come like this. I’d never been kissed. I hadn’t even realised it. Rajesh had never—cold ice chilled in my veins. My hands flew out of his hair, and I shoved him off me with both hands on his rashly beating chest. His eyes were glassy, insane, and dancing with lust. Pure and unbidden. His breathing was all messy. Fast, hard with no rhythm to it. Pleasure, pure but sinful, heated my skin. A crazy thought rushed through me.I’d never had an effect on a man like this. I could get used to it.
An annoying sound broke through the fuzziness around my brain. My attention snapped to the door, and alarm bells shot through my body as the handle rattled. “Ahana, are you in there?”
Thank God he’d locked it.
My panicked eyes snapped to his. His breathing was loud in the room. Then again, so was mine. But we didn’t have time to catch up. The handle twisted with impatience. “What’s she doing in there?” Mia’s curious voice came through.
My panicked gaze flew to the door. This was bad.
“That’s weird.” Lara.I think.
“What?” Chiara, maybe, or her sister. They weren’t only similar in looks. I couldn’t think.
“Mamma never locks the door.”
“Oh.” A chorus of girls’ voices sounded, just as my mouth popped open in an O.
You’d think the man between my legs would be worried. At the very least, bothered. He only stepped closer, like he planned to eat me. Again.
