Page 109 of The Mafia Enforcer's Temptation
The cat’s not to be placated and stalks off, using Arnold as his own personal stepping stone.
The dog makes a disappointed sound and follows his cat friend. They’re so fucking weird, those two. I stand, pulling Ava up.
“I’m sick of talking about this,” I say.
Her eyes flash with a heat that strokes over my cock. “I still don’t like you.”
“Dislike’s better than hate. But I’m not asking you to like me.” I lean in. “I don’t need you to like me to fuck you senseless.”
“And who said you could do that?”
I pull her close and run a hand up between her thighs to rub her cunt. “Your wet pussy.”
“Seamus.”
It’s a warning, a challenge, a plea.
My lips curl into a slow, feral smile. My blood beats hard, filling my cock. “Tell you what. If you get to the bedroom without me catching you, I’ll leave you alone. If not…”
“You disgust me.” But the heat’s almost fever bright in her eyes.
“I’ll even give you a head start. Run, sweet thing.”
She looks at me for a moment, then she turns and takes off.
I pick up the glasses and set them on the mantel. I think the house cleaners come tomorrow. If not, one of us will put them in the dishwasher. I know I should, but I can’t think straight. I’m giving her time to run, and if she does, then I might not get to fuck her senseless tonight.
When I’m finished with my idea of tidying, I walk out of the living room and cross the foyer to the stairs.
My heart thumps hard as my cock twitches in my pants.
Ava’s standing there, midway up the stairs, feet bare, hand on the railing.
We stare at each other.
Then she moves.
But she doesn’t run. No. Instead, she pulls off her dress and lets it float down.
I stride up the stairs. The pulse in her throat beats. Only then does she turn and run.
Sweeping up the dress, I take off after her. It shouldn’t be thrilling, but it is. Ava’s fast, and I know I’m faster, but I stalk her like she’s my dinner, and her ragged breathing comes from excitement, not her run up the stairs.
I catch her on the landing outside the bedroom door, toppling us both to the ground.
And she moans. “You only won because I let you.”
“I won because I wanted to, and you’re a fucking liar.”
“Screw you.”
I push her thighs apart and dive in, biting the gusset of her panties, sucking her juices through the material, and I know I’ll never get sick of her taste. I look up as I pull her panties to the side and push my fingers into her, thrusting hard. Little ripples cascade over my fingers and I come up, biting down on one of her nipples, making her release a thready little scream.
“That’s the idea, sweet thing. I’m going to screw you senseless.”
I keep thrusting into her, curling my fingers, suckling on one nipple and then the other before I start to bite and lick my way down.
She’s so fucking wet, on the verge of coming hard, and I pull her panties off her clit, exposing it, and with those other fingers in her, I start to lick and suck her clit until she explodes.
