Page 58 of Luciano (Belles & Mobsters 1)

“Get lost,” he ordered.

I couldn’t tear my gaze away from him. I didn’t want to come to my senses. It would be stupid, and I’d regret it tomorrow. I’d regret it for the rest of my life. But right now, I needed him like the air I breathed.

I’m using him.That was it.

“He’s gone.” He led me to his car that someone pulled in front of the club and sat me into the passenger seat.

The throbbing between my legs was unbearable. I needed the ache to go away. I watched as Luciano got behind the wheel, put his McLaren into drive, all the while painfully aware that I needed this ache to be gone.

I have pleasured myself for the past three years. And right now, I was so tempted to do the same. I must have lost my mind because the fact that Luciano was next to me driving, only excited me more.

I shifted in my seat to ease the ache. It made the throbbing worse. My heart raced; my body needed his hands on me. As if he read my mind, his hand reached over. He put his palm on my thigh, slowly pulling the dress up till his palm rested on my skin and a needy whimper left my lips. My hand covered his big hand, and I placed it over my pussy.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes burning into me. “You are fucking drenched.”

“Pull over, Luciano.” My voice was raspy, breathless, needy.

It took him ten seconds to take a sharp turn off the main road into the closed alley and put his car into park.

He reached for my seatbelt, unbuckled it and grabbed me by my waist, hauling me over onto his lap. I shifted so I was straddling him. My mouth clashed against his. His lips tasted of liquor and him. The taste of him that I’ve been craving for the past three years. My lips parted, and he accepted the invitation by plunging his tongue into my mouth, conquering it. Moans escaped my lips, getting swallowed by this man that shattered me to pieces.

I ground against his hard shaft. His hand tightened on my hips as I kissed him, hungry, frantic. He consumed me. Every single emotion within me shook with overwhelming need for this man. His hand cupped the back of my neck as he sucked on my tongue, kissing me hard.

I moaned into his mouth, my fingers pushing through his hair, all the way down to his nape. God, he smelled divine, tasted even better. Like cognac, citrus, and a woodsy cologne. Same as before.

I rolled my hips, friction between us making me gasp. A shredding sound reached through the haze in my brain. In shock, I realized he tore my panties off of me. Before I could even process that fact, his finger touched my clit and every single thought fled my mind. It was only him, in every single cell, every single breath.

“Mine,” he hissed. “Say it.”

He felt amazing.

“Luciano, please.”

He thrust a finger inside me, and my hips started moving against it. My blood ignited; my body burned with every touch he gave me.

“So wet,” he groaned. “Say you are mine.”

“Oh God.” I moved against him, grinding against him. This was so much better than my own touch while I fantasized about him. I never came close to this high. “Yes.”

He pulled his finger out, his other hand came to my hip and his fingers dug into flesh, willing me to still. My eyes shot open and our gazes locked. Our breathing was the only sound in the car and as I watched him through heavy eyelids, he brought his finger to his sinful lips and licked them clean.

“Fuck, you taste amazing,” he rasped. “Just like my wife.”

My breathing hitched, and my ears buzzed with desire and blood pumping through my veins. My hands went to his pants. I lifted my butt off of his lap just enough to unbuckle him. The sound of the belt, followed by the zipper and our labored breathing vibrated within the car.

He still didn’t wear boxers. My hand wrapped around his cock, and his head fell backwards.

“Grace. Fuck, yeah.” I pumped up and down, watching him with hunger. I bit into my lip, to stop moans from leaving, the sight of him erotic. He threw his head back, the look of pure bliss on his face. I wanted to taste him, to see if he tasted as good as I remembered. The ink on his neck tempted me. I licked my lips and his hand cupped the back of my head, pulling me hard to him.

His teeth nipped my jaw, then his lips ran up my neck before pressing to my ear. “You are mine. Say it.”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Say it, wife.”

“I’m yours.”

A groan rumbled from his throat, then he grabbed my hips and slammed inside of me, filling me to the hilt. A scream of pleasure pierced through the interior of the car, and it was mine.

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