Page 79 of Master of Fortune

My dick swelled rock-hard in my pants, making me want to grit my teeth.

Yeah, that was definitely on the menu for later.

Leaning forward, I kissed her. First, with gentle passes over her plump lips, then deepening the embrace, tasting her, savoring her, drowning in her.

God, this woman made me crave her, day and night.

When she pulled back, a wicked smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

And it was as if she’d read my thoughts from only a moment earlier. She reversed our positions, pressing me back, and then dropped to her knees.

“Fuck, Goddess.”

“Shhh. You said no talking.” Her fingers went to work on my belt, pulling the leather free from its confines before she moved on to the fastening of my pants.

The whole time, she petted and stroked me through the material of my slacks.

By the time she freed my hard, aching cock, I was ready to grab the back of her head and lose myself down her throat.

The witch was prolonging it to torture me.

“Remember, payback is a bitch.” I slid my fingers under her thick hair and gripped the back of her neck.

She fisted my cock, up and down, and then squeezed the base right before she leaned forward and licked the precum beading at the tip.

“Promises, promises,” she hummed, a wicked glint in her gaze.

“Goddess, my cock better be in—” I threw my head back as she engulfed me, taking me deep and letting me hit the back of her throat, right before she swallowed.

Fuck, I loved when she did that.

I circled my fingers into her hair, trying my hardest to let her control the pace. She bobbed up and down, licking and stroking the vein under my cock.

She worked me just as I liked.

She was perfect.

My breath grew ragged as my need drove higher, and I felt the familiar urge to shift her rhythm, fuck her harder, grip her hair, and claim her mouth. Instead, I pulled free of her and brought her to her feet.

Turning her, I lifted her onto the ledge. Reaching under her dress, I gripped the sides of her underwear and slid them over her hips. Once I had her thong free of her body, I threw it on a nearby chair.

Cupping her sex, I found her soaked. She closed her eyes and moaned, arching her throat. Leaning forward, I bit the juncture of where her shoulder and neck met, giving her the sting she loved.

I pushed my pants completely down, gripped her hips as I stepped between her legs, and in the next second, thrust into her heat.

“Simon,” she cried out.

I set a relentless pace, fucking her with the intensity of the need she’d built with her mouth and the desire I’d felt to mark her from the moment I saw that asshole flirting with her.

Her fingers dug into my shoulders and mine dug into her hips.

Neither of us spoke as we held each other’s gazes. Emotions swirled in her eyes, and now I knew there was no fucking way I’d give up this woman.

She was mine. Consequences be damned.

Gio Drakos had failed. I wasn’t like him.

My father hadn’t failed my family by marrying my mother. Gio had failed my father by not accepting my mother.

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