Page 30 of Sinful Daughter (Dark Mafia Sins 2)

I watch the war in her eyes as she fights with herself for what to do. Using her hesitation, I turn us and push her back against the door. The knife is still held against my throat, but it’s not nicking me.

One hand rolls up the material of her skirt, gathering it into my palm. I’m studying each breath she takes, waiting for her to press the knife against me harder. It eases off, but if I were to move closer, she would cut me.

My dick stirs to life, liking the control she’s trying to place over me. She’s like a drug. I’m becoming addicted to her. A low, husky growl travels up my throat, as my fingers feel the thin ribbon of panties she’s wearing. She’s soft and warm. I reverse our power struggle and lean into her, needing to place my lips on hers. Each fraction of a space I take, I expect to be stabbed, but instead, the knife follows my movement, allowing me to get closer. As I kiss her, my hand slides up her torso, cupping her breast. It continues sliding up her arm and holds her hand that grips the knife.

Deepening our kiss, I move her hand away from my throat, down to her side, before she drops it completely. The knife clatters to the floor, the sound masking our heavy breathing for a moment.

My hands rip the weak fabric of her panties before exploring her body, the other gliding up her shirt. My cock is hurting from being strained tight against my pants. I push it into her, tweaking her nipple at the same time.

“Officer, I believe you’re crossing the line,” she mumbles between kisses.

“Naw.” I’m too distracted to have any type of comeback.

Her hands go to my belt, and I make quick work of undoing my pants, pushing them to my knees. I dig into her hips at the same time she jumps, her legs crossing behind my back. I use the door to help keep her up, as she sits just above my cock. Her warm flesh teases me when I’m a fraction from her.

“Don’t start getting a conscience now,” she teases, sensing my hesitation.

Fuck it.

I move her down onto my cock. She’s already wet from the foreplay of almost killing me. I groan at how amazing she feels. Her heels dig into me harder with each upward movement she takes. My hands help her with each rock. The door bumps with each of our movements.

She’s kissing my neck, nipping at me. “Bet you wish you still had your knife,” I grunt out.

A searing bite is felt on my shoulder, and I hiss through my teeth as I fuck her harder. I can’t help it. I lose all sense of control. All I can think about is Aria, how much she drives me crazy, and how fucking gorgeous she is bouncing on my cock.

I wish she was fully naked. I want nothing more than to watch her tits bounce while she comes all over my dick.

Her wetness slides against my lower abs, her clit gliding up and down on me. Her eyes are closed, her mouth open as her head leans against the door. My balls draw up, and I fuck her faster.

I’m about to blow my load, causing me to still my movements. Her eyes shoot open, watching me take my time. I move against her slowly, and it’s like torture to me but bliss to her. It doesn’t take long before she’s panting my name. My hand covers her mouth, her tongue licking my palm. I make sure she finishes before I pull out. Her feet land on the floor, and I spin and bend her over. At the same time, I lift her skirt and come all over her bare ass.

I can’t catch my breath as I lean toward her and give her another kiss. I can hear my men talking at the top of the stairs, and Aria’s eyes go wide. Hastily, I do myself up as I look for something to clean her up with. The sound of footsteps descends toward us.

“You owe me,” she whispers, placing her skirt back down, and opens the door. She looks like she’s just been fucked as she walks past Grant.

He eyes me before looking back at her. “You’re lucky it was fucking me coming down here,” he says.

“If you have something to say, just say it. Don’t be talking in riddles.”

“Look, Fox, we’ve been partners for five years. We don’t get into each other’s business. But you’re walking a very dangerous line. I hope you know what you’re doing.”

CHAPTER 19

Our house isbursting with people as everyone celebrates Marco’s return. When one of us gets out of jail, there is always a party. It’s because you’ve done some hard time in years, not a couple of months. Marco is walking around with all smiles. I suppose being an accountant doesn’t make you hardened for jail. I watch my father shake his hand, giving him a cigar while they stand in front of our large fireplace.

My father has organized a nice little party with our family, closest friends, and a few important associates. My mother is playing hostess of the year. Gia is off with her someday-husband, Alfonso. Luna is talking to a few of the associates, and Katrina is probably smoking a joint somewhere. But like most times, I can’t seem to find her anywhere. Lori is like family, and she’s here helping my mom, while Nicoli the Great is being greeted like the king he is.

“What’s with the frown?” my brother asks, looking toward my father and Marco.

“I don’t get it.” I turn to him. “How do people marry someone they have zero interest in, then magically fall in love?”

His wife Aly comes up to him, placing her arm around his side, and he kisses her. “I wouldn’t know,” Luca responds.

“How do you not know? You two hated each other. You kidnapped Aly.” I stress my point. I saw how they looked at each other. They wanted to rip each other’s eyes out.

My brother’s lips curl into a cocky grin, and Aly giggles. “Here’s the thing; sometimes love can be disguised as hate.”

“So, there’s no hope for me?”

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