Page 25 of Captured Fantasy

“No, it’s not really any better than you giving me a credit card and getting to see everywhere I spend money,” I said.

He shrugged, emptying his espresso. “Suit yourself, doll.”

I smoothed down the waist of my skirt and gathered up our dishes. He sighed and I heard him tapping the toe of his shoe against the island, but I didn’t turn around as I washed the cups.

“You got anything stronger than coffee?” he said after a while.

I got out a bottle of whiskey and put two glasses out, filling them halfway. His brows rose, but he accepted one and sipped it. I bolted mine, my stomach roiling as the fiery liquor hit it. He studied me for a moment and laughed, that crooked smirk spreading across his jaw.

He had a way of narrowing his eyes when he smiled, almost as if he didn’t really understand what he found amusing. Despite my annoyance with him, I had to admit I found it charming. I found a lot of things about him charming.

My whiskey hit me around the same time it hit him and the wall between us crumbled. He circled the island and pushed me against the sink, his lean hands sliding up my thighs. Pushing my skirt up, bunching it in his fingers as he kissed up the side of my neck.

His mouth parted as it moved across mine. Caressing my bottom lip in gentle strokes before taking it in his teeth and biting gently. A shiver moved through my body and I gasped as he pushed a hand between my thighs.

His two fingers skimmed under the edge of my panties and slid into my pussy. My back arced at the intrusion, whether from pain or pleasure I couldn’t say. His mouth pulled back and his gaze locked with mine as his fingers worked. Stroking my G-spot, circling just inside my pussy. Sparking a hint of something deep within my hips.

Fuck yes, keep doing that.

“Let’s go upstairs,” he whispered.

He pulled his fingers from me and disappointment flooded my chest as my orgasm receded. Taking a moment to compose myself, I nodded. Maybe if I let him have his way with me, he would take the time to make me come. The thought was so tantalizing that it sent a hopeful flush up my body.

Perhaps tonight was the night.

I stepped out of my shoes and took his hand, pulling him from the living room and up the stairs to the bed where I had laid with Lucien last night. The realization that I’d had another man, an equally handsome and powerful underboss, in my bed less than twenty-four hours ago felt thrilling and dirty.

This was nothing like being in bed with Gino. Federico wanted me and he had no qualms about showing it as he stripped me naked. Dainty feminine clothes littered the floor, tousled with his darker, masculine pieces. The bed creaked as we fell onto it, not bothering to tug the covers back. In the back of my mind I hoped we wouldn’t stain the quilt.

His dark eyes burned as he gripped my hips, rolling until I straddled him. Then he spat on his hand and pushed it between my legs, wetting my entrance. His cock was hard and hot against my thigh and I gripped it, guiding it to my pussy.

We both gasped audibly as I sank down onto his length. My God, he felt good from this angle, far better than the first time he’d been inside me. I dug my fingers into his chest, admiring him as he thrust up into me. He was handsome, his slender body well muscled. A strand of black hair fell across his forehead, breaking free of whatever he used to slick it back to shiny perfection.

“Jesus, fuck me,” he breathed.

I tightened my pussy and he groaned, flipping me onto my back. He was less than an inch from my face, a bead of sweat riding down his temple.

“Do that again and I’ll lose it, doll,” he warned.

I couldn’t bite back the laughter that bubbled up, nor the stifled shriek as he slapped my ass playfully, thrusting to the hilt. The little curve to his cock hit my G-spot with every stroke, sending my eyes rolling back in my head.

“You gonna come on my cock for me?” he breathed.

My building pleasure evaporated. What did he mean? I fixed my eyes on the ceiling as he pounded into me, realizing that he was expecting me to finish while he fucked me. I’d never finished during sex. I wasn’t sure how that happened. There was too much going on between my legs to tell if any semblance of an orgasm was building. But when I looked up into his black eyes, I could tell this was important to him.

Not that I came, but that he made me come just by fucking me.

I nodded, mentally adding lying to the long list of sins I’d committed since my last confession. I dug my fingernails into him, letting out the little breathy moans that seemed to drive men wild. He groaned and his cock went almost painfully hard, slamming into me.

“Come for me, doll,” he said, his jaw tense.

“Just a minute—I’m almost there,” I gasped.

His hips pistoned and I moaned, tensing my pussy hard around him. I arced my back and stiffening my legs until they shook. His eyes glittered, his mouth falling open as he looked down at me.

“I’m coming,” I gasped, closing my eyes.

I’d never faked an orgasm before, but Federico was buying it hook, line, and sinker. My thighs shook, I pulsed the muscles in my pussy, gripping his slippery cock, and cried out.

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