Page 33 of Dirty Mafia King
His eyes narrow, tracking the movement. God created man, but the devil’s responsible for this sexy beast.
Do I test temptation? Or do I flee and pretend this never happened.
Like he’d allow me to escape unscathed.
“If I wanted to pop your cherry, I could do it. Better me than Sandro—I’d be doing you a favor.”
I blink. Imagining him over me. Imagining his big body overpowering me. “So you believe me?” I blurt.
“Part of me wants to believe you.” His finger brushes the inside of my thigh, and I shift away in surprise. “And part of me doesn’t.”
His smirk hits me like a thunderbolt, reducing me to a puddle rippling with nervous excitement.
Iwanthim to unlock the secrets within.
Despite who he is.
Despite who I’m going to be.
Despite this being wrong.
“All buttoned up.” He flicks a button just below my navel. “All pretty and perfect.” His fingertip retraces its path on my thigh. “All twisted and turned around up here.” He taps his temple. “I see what you are.”
“What am I?” My pulse races. He’s older, experienced. How do I appear in his eyes? What does he see in me?
“You get off on watching me spank those women?”
Words come out in a whisper. “I think so.”
His eyebrows arch. “You think so.”
“It was my first … only time…” I blush. “I never—”
“But you liked it.”
I nod.
“You play with yourself afterward? Fiddle with your young pussy and wish it were you?”
My eyes grow wide. Dare I answer him truthfully?
His lips curl. Oh, sweet Lord. Heknows.
“Prove to me what a good girl you are, and I’ll give you a taste of what you’re so sweetly begging me for.” He snatches my wrist, and I’m falling forward, my hand landing on his broad shoulders and my head stopping within an inch of his own. His breath warms my ear. “Be a good girl, and I’ll show you what a kinky bastard can do.”
“Okay,” I murmur.
Oh Lord. He’s seductive. Addictive.
I push away to stand. “Tell me what you like.”
Eyes flash. Nostrils flare. Cheek tics. And I’m overcome by blinding, reckless lust.
He doesn’t hesitate. “Take off your underwear.”
I shimmy them off, and the material pools at my feet.
“Pick them up.”
