Page 60 of Corrupted Heir (Mafia Kings: Corrupted 1)

By the time I came up for air, her breath had grown ragged. With my hands in the hair at the nape of her neck, I tipped her head back and planted a trail of kisses along the soft skin of her jaw, down her neck, down to the upper swells of her breasts where her dress prevented any further descent. Her hands had found my shoulders, and she clung to me, tipping her head back obligingly as I retraced my path from her breasts to her jaw.

The car door swung open. I paused, not realizing we had stopped.

Fallon leaned away, brushing the loose strands of hair over her shoulders like that could somehow hide what we’d been doing. I decided it would be in my best interest not to laugh.

“Sorry, boss, didn’t expect rain. I’m afraid I don’t have an umbrella,” Marco said as rain sluiced down him.

“All good, man. We’ll just have to sprint up,” I said. “Are you okay with that, Fallon?”

As much as the interruption irritated me, it was about fucking time. Home, finally. As soon as we were inside, I could focus all my attention on getting rid of that damned dress. Burn it, maybe—just to make sure it could never get in the way of what I wanted again.

Fallon nodded while she unfastened the straps on her shoes.

“Don’t want to slip in the rain,” she said with a wry grin.

Two seconds through our mad dash, the pelting rain had soaked us right through. Fallon let out a squeal and stuttered to a stop halfway to the building’s front door. She spun around with her face tipped up to the sky and her dress plastered to her body. Though only the streetlamps shone down on her, I was quite certain in that moment, I’d never seen anything more beautiful in my life.

She grabbed my hand when she’d finished her spin, and we jogged toward the entrance where she stood dripping wet and giggling.

“My dress is soaking wet,” she said, patting the white material, which became translucent against her skin. It clung to her body, showing off every one of her curves and the hard peaks of her nipples, sending all the blood in my body south.

She was laughing, but the moment her gaze met mine, the laughter fell away. Heat flared in her eyes, and she stood there with her hands pressed to her stomach where she’d been patting herself down.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her along to the elevator. The moment we stepped inside, I lunged for her, pressing her hard up against the wall as my lips retraced the path they’d taken before, down her jaw, her neck, to the upper swells of her breast.

Reluctantly, I leaned away as the elevator door opened, and Fallon followed me out of it and through my front door. When I locked it behind us, we froze in place.

She was a mess, her wet hair matted to her face. Her mascara ran down her cheeks, a waterfall of black. Her bright blue eyes left me breathless. Fallon was tiny, her form petite in comparison to mine. When she parted her lips, my breath grew ragged.

I crushed her lips beneath mine as the rest of the world melted away. How could someone who I couldn’t stand half the time taste so damn good? When I speared my tongue between her lips to deepen the kiss, Fallon let out a whimper that shot straight to my cock.

My hands slithered across her body, settling on her hips. With one push, I pressed her back against the wall, pressing my throbbing cock against her.

I tore my lips away from her and delved for her neck, kissing and nipping her with my teeth. She tasted like rain, and salt, and something sweet that made me want to dig in deeper.

“Dom,” she whimpered as I reached the upper swells of her breasts. “Maybe we shouldn’t…”

I leaned back just enough to meet her gaze.

“Shouldn’t we?” I cocked one eyebrow and kept my eyes on hers as I reached my hand between her legs, trailing my fingers down her mound. The fabric was wet from the rain, but it was warm between her thighs.

“I mean…” she whispered, but there was nothing but fire and certainty glittering in her blue eyes.

Abandoning her warm heat for just a moment, I grabbed hold of the neckline of her dress with both hands and ripped it down the center with a tearing sound that shot through my veins like a lightning bolt. Shoving it off her shoulders, it puddled on the floor at her feet in a wet heap. Now only her panties remained between me and what I was after.

“Open your legs,” I instructed.

She whimpered, but complied, making my cock twitch.

“That’s perfect,” I whispered then slid my fingers over her pussy through the soaked fabric of her panties. Were they wet from the rain, or was it her own juices?

“Take off your panties, Fallon,” I told her, removing my hand.

Her gaze shot up to meet mine, her eyes imploring, but I remained still, waiting for her to comply. Fire and just a hint of self-consciousness shone in her eyes—a heady combination—but she hooked her fingers in the sides of her panties and slid them down her legs to pool on the floor with her dress.

Completely naked. And by the look in her eyes, for now at least, she was all mine.

I ran two fingers up and down her delicious slit, coating them in slick juices. And then I plunged my fingers inside, and she let out a yelp.

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