Page 28 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Don
Always at me.
"You still want me," she says, not a question but a statement of fact.
I don't answer. Even in dreams, I maintain my defenses. But my body betrays me as she moves closer. My heartbeat races. My dick hardens.
"Admit it," she challenges, now close enough that I can feel the heat of her body. "Admit you think about me."
Her hand finds my chest, fingers splayed over my heart.
"Every day," I reluctantly confess. "Every fucking day."
Her smile widens. She rises on her toes, lips brushing my ear. "Then take what you want."
My control shatters.
I pull her against me, claiming her mouth with mine.
She makes that sound, half gasp, half moan, that drives me wild. Her body arches into mine, like a perfect puzzle piece falling into place.
"Tell me you're mine," I growl against her throat.
She laughs, the sound both defiant and aroused. "Make me yours.”
I’m losing control. It never happens except with her. Anger and arousal mix as I seek to regain my bearings.
“On your knees,” I demand.
Her smile is coy, knowing. She lowers to her knees, her eyes blazing as she looks up at me. She’s not surrendering. She’s placating me.
My fingers grip her hair and tilt her head back as I take my dick and rub it over her lips. “Suck my cock, Gabriella.”
Her eyes still have that mix of defiance and amusement.
She’s a woman I can’t conquer.
And when her lips wrap around my dick, I understand that I never will.
She holds all the power over me, and I’m helpless against it.
Her mouth is wet and warm and I’m in fucking heaven as she licks and sucks.
My hips rock, fucking her mouth.
Electricity crackles through me.
Flows in my blood. Fills my cells.
I’m too close, too fast.
I’m teetering on the edge of oblivion.
On the edge of madness.
“Why? Why can’t I fucking forget you?”
“Because I’m a part of you.” She sucks me deep, the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat.
Pleasure explodes, ripping through my body. I shake. I shudder.
