Page 84 of Dirty Mafia Sinner
Satisfied, he buries his face in my wetness, and quickly, masterfully, works me into a frenzy.
I can’t say when his hand shifts but am immediately aware of where his thumb lands. Everything stills: my breath, his tongue, his digit.
“Mine. Capisci?”
“Yours,” I breathe.
His teeth graze my clit, surprising me before he drives his wicked tongue inside my wetness. My orgasm builds deep within me, fueled by his handsome face and dirty mouth. Watching this dangerous alpha male pleasuring me is such a rush. My pleasure melding with his until I’m panting. Until I’m seconds from winding my fingers in his hair and forcing him closer … impossibly closer.
That’s when he breaches me.
“Oh Lord.” I climax hard, shivering and shaking as my wetness coats his face. Muscles clench around his thumb as he finger-fucks me through it. So dirty and foreign.
Finally, he withdraws and pushes his chair back, distancing himself.
I gaze at him in wonder, until I recognize too late the warmth I’m feeling isn’t reciprocated. Experience should have warned me how foolish it’d be to submit.
“Go,” he commands, taking a sledgehammer to the moment. None of it ever lasts very long.
Dazed, I blink, not sure I’m hearing him correctly. “But…” I gasp.
“Run, Riley,” he thunders. “Before I hurt you for real.”
He summonsme to his office at two o’clock the next day, and much like the previous day, I’m forced to sit on full display and in rapt attention while he goes about business. My courage is on vacation while the prisoner I am waits for the perfect time to add another request to our agreement.
Except as an hour then two passes, his mood worsens. Whoever Conti is, Alessandro is a madman on the hunt for him.
“Keep me posted, motherfuckers,” he growls into the phone, and then disconnects. He’s thumbing the next call when I interrupt.
“Wait.”
“Don’t speak unless spoken to.”
“Yesterday, I gave you something special.” My cheeks heat under his intense scrutiny, but I press on. “I’d like something in return.”
“You’re not sticking your finger in my ass.”
I jerk in surprise. “That’s not what…”
He smirks.
I stare at him, at a loss for words.
“Does my fuckdoll miss my mouth on her pussy?”
“No … yes.” I sigh. “For my submission, I get a reward.”
“I’ll spank your ass raw for your impertinence. That reward enough?”
“I want to call my grandparents.” My eyes lock with his steely blue ones. “Say yes, and you can spank me, and then I’ll suck you off afterward.”
He snorts. “What you’re offering I can easily get elsewhere.”
Hurt coils up inside me, and I glance at the carpet. I’m no one to him. Nothing except a doll to be tossed around, and then set aside. Worse still is I’m the only toy made of china. So easy to crack. So easy to ruin. So unlike the thick-skinned rubber dolls with pouty red lips and knives for tongues.
Distress settles over me like a thick fog, so I miss his approach. “You’re deliriously in love…” An iPad lands on my lap. “…with your new boyfriend.”
I look up at him. “What?”
