Page 35 of Nico (Belles & Mobsters 2)

Everything about her was intoxicating. Her soft porcelain skin, full red lips that called to my cock, and those eyes that shone like dark pools of chocolate. This intense reaction to this woman was unexpected. It caught me by surprise. I knew there’d be attraction, I sensed it from the moment I laid eyes on her. But this… this was something entirely different. She tasted like the sweetest honeysuckle. The beast inside me demanded that I quench this need for her body, show her long nights of the most pleasurable sins.

The moment my hands touched her, all the blood left my brain and went straight to my cock. She was intoxicating. I had never in my entire life lost my control as I did just now. I needed her in my bed, to sate this lust with her fingernails on my back and her body submitting to me.

Mine.One word. And a whole lot of meaning behind it.

The fact I was using her didn’t matter to me. Nor that I was lying to her. The end justifies the means. Bianca Carter was Benito King’s precious daughter. Granted, he had yet to learn of her existence. I intended to make her father pay for what he had done to my sister. And what better way than to take the only daughter he has. She would be more precious to him than his legitimate son. Bianca’s mother has done an outstanding job keeping her hidden from the crime world but not from me.

“Do you mind if we cut our dinner short?” Her voice was a soft plea. “I have to go.”

Instinctively, I knew she wanted to get away from me, looking for solitude to get her desire under control. Too fucking bad! She wanted to understand what happened to her, shocked by her response to me, but I refused to let her hide. I wouldn’t let her because I’d take it all from her. She didn’t have a choice in the matter.

I always took what I wanted, and she was mine for the taking.

I couldn’t stop looking at her. The taste of her made this need to claim her tenfold. Her skin was flushed from desire that she didn’t want to feel. Her breathing was still ragged, her warm brown eyes shining, her lips swollen, and her pale skin marred by my stubble.

It made my balls tighten just looking at her.

She didn’t even realize how fucking sexy she was, and she wasn’t even trying. This woman was quickly becoming my obsession. I never expected to experience an all-consuming passion. The way her body responded to me, her little sighs and moans… I wanted to hear it all again.

“I will drive you home,” I told her. I hated that she was cutting our time short, that she was running from me. Not that I would ever let her. I’d chase her to the corners of this earth and claim her. Over and over again.

I let her walk away from me twice. A third time wouldn’t happen.

“No need, really,” she quickly replied. “You haven’t even touched your meal.”

My gaze dropped down her body. “Oh, I had a meal,” I purred. “The most delicious pussy ever.” She flushed crimson but refused to break eye contact.Fuck!Maybe I could eat her out one more time. I needed to screw her hard, sooner rather than later. So I could keep my head clear, because right now my brain and dick were lust infused. For her!

“No need to be crude,” she snapped, her cheeks getting impossibly red.

I couldn’t help but chuckle. No woman ever spoke to me like she did.

“We’ll eat together, or we’ll leave together,” I replied to her earlier comment.

Her eyes traveled to the table then back to me. The food was already sitting there. I could see all her emotions reflected on her face… sorrow, embarrassment, regret, lingering desire. I didn’t want to see any regret or embarrassment on her face, just the desire and passion she was hiding so carefully. I might not love her, but the fires we would ignite together would be explosive.

Fuck, I couldn’t wait to get this woman into my bed. The marriage couldn’t come soon enough. The thought of me being her last felt right.

A heavy sigh left her luscious red lips and her shoulders slumped. I knew she resigned to her faith before the next words left her mouth. “Ok, let’s eat dinner then.”

I had to hide my smile.Good girl!Being Benito King’s daughter, she had to have inherited some backbone. Otherwise, she wouldn’t survive the fucking storm that would rain upon us. My sixth sense told me she was even stronger than I gave her credit for.

Her panties lay discarded on the floor and her eyes locked on them. “I can’t put those back on,” she muttered to herself.

I picked them up and shoved them in my pocket. “I agree,” I told her, keeping my voice even, while my cock throbbed for her. “I like the idea of you being bare under your dress while you eat dinner with me.”

Her lips parted and her cheeks turned even deeper red. I wondered if her ass would be a similar shade when I put my palm to it. Or next time I bury my head between her thighs and she has to beg me to let her come.

Fuck!

I had to stop thinking about it.

I helped her back to her seat before seating myself. Her little dress with bright flowers hugged her body. She was beautiful, unlike any other woman in my world full of power and greed. But I knew the innocence of women was easily corrupted. I had firsthand experience with that.

We watched each other, neither one of us reaching for our silverware, her eyes darting away from me. She wanted to hate me, but her body refused to. It craved me as much as I craved her.

A soft sigh. “I’m sorry,” she finally said. Her voice was soft and low and her tongue swept across her bottom lip. The image of her plump lips tasting my cum flashed in my mind. Goddamn it, I reacted like a horny teenager around her.

“Why?” I had to keep a tight lid on my desire. For now. I wanted nothing more than to sink into her warm, tight pussy and lose myself completely. Once she was mine, I’d fuck her into oblivion.

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