Page 67 of Mafie Kings

He lets out a groan of approval that has my knees feeling weak for a new reason. Before my brain can register the movement, he scoops me into his arms and heads back to the suite. He stumbles inside, refusing to put me down even after all those stairs. I take the time to memorize his lips, his taste. I run my fingers through his hair, pulling ever so slightly to see his reaction. He groans into my mouth.

Good, he likes it rough too.

Lev kicks doors closed behind him, not giving a single fuck if they slam loud enough for the world to hear. Suddenly, I'm falling onto my bed, but before I can whimper in disappointment, his lips are back on mine. His comforting weight settles between my legs.

I’ve never had sex like this. Hell, I’ve never had sex because I wanted to. The thought has me tensing up, anxiety flooding back into my veins. What if this is a disaster? What if I hurt him?

“I can feel you thinking,” Lev says, pulling away only a little. He presses kisses to my neck and shoulder, causing my thoughts to slip away. “Just be here with me. I got you, Lucky Charm.” He kisses down my stomach over my damp tank top and the worry comes back. He’s going to see me naked. He’s going to see all of the scars and be disgusted. I tense up which causes Lev to look up at me.

“Will you let me see you? Will you show me what this gorgeous body can do?” he asks, his voice so different from normal. He’s seductive and even more alluring like this. His monster is coming out to play, and I’m dripping for it.

I force my body to relax. Lev is one of the first men to ever apologize to me. To admit he fucked up and ask for my forgiveness. He’s also one of the only men who has earned it. He wants me to trust him, and I find myself wanting to. So, slowly, I nod.

He slides his hands under my shirt while I mentally brace myself for his shock and disgust. The scarring all over my stomach and back is the worst. There’s no doubt he can easily feel it.

He pulls the shirt up slowly, careful not to rub it over the scratches on my side.

“Holy shit, Lucky Charm.” Here it comes. “You’re a fucking masterpiece,” he compliments, before dropping down to place kisses all over my stomach. He works my sweatpants down, and his breath hitches when he realizes I’m not wearing anything underneath.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he says, looking into my eyes.

“I was just thinking the same thing about you.” I pull his face up to mine, and rub my thumb over his lips. “This mouth of yours is pure sin.”

A broad smile spreads across his face. “Let’s put it to good use then, I’m craving some more dessert.”

He slides down off the end of the bed, removing his shirt as he goes. His beautiful tattoos cover every piece of him and I can’t help but stare. He pulls off his sweatpants when he stands and something instantly catches my attention, other than the fact that he’s definitely gifted in the dick department. He has a Prince Albert piercing.

My mouth waters, desiring to know what he tastes like. Heat rushes to my face at the thought of what his piercing would feel like sliding into me. I move off the bed, eager to inspect every detail of his body like he did mine. My hands go to his abs, running over every defined muscle.

His tattoos look like they belong in an art gallery. Every image is stunning and molds to his body perfectly. My fingers skim every image that covers his front, and I love the way his cock twitches with my soft touches.

“Get on the bed,” I tell him, wanting to see if he’ll let me take the reins.

“And if I don’t?” he questions, lifting an eyebrow playfully.

I move to stand behind him, my hands never leaving his toned body. Standing on my tiptoes, I lean into him before whispering in his ear, “Then I’ll have to punish you.” I end the sentence with a firm slap on his ass.

He jolts forward in surprise. “On. The. Bed,” I instruct, keeping my voice gentle.

Swiftly, he pounces on the bed, laying on his back. “All right, boss lady, have your way with me,” he teases, putting his arms behind his head.

I take a moment to appreciate the view as I work up the courage to be the person I want to be during these times. I want to feel in control. I want to be the one that initiates the next move. I want to enjoy sex and I want Lev all to myself.

He waits patiently, staring at my naked body. “What do you want?” he asks, letting me make the next move.

“I want to ride your face,” I tell him.

Suddenly, he’s tossing my pillows to the floor and moving to the center of the bed. “Get up here. I want you to ride my face like you want to ride my dick.”

I crawl onto the bed eagerly and maneuver my body so that my center is just above him.

“Sit,” he orders. I let my weight settle down partially. His tongue parts my folds instantly, making me rock my hips with his movements to chase that release. His hands come up to grab my ass possessively, squeezing and massaging as I move.

“Sit,” he growls, forcing my body down as his hot tongue impales me to the core. I cry out in bliss, unable to hold a single fucking word back.

I’m right on the edge when Damien's new rule slams into me. I pull my body up off of Lev, and he looks up at me with concern. “I umm…”

Shit, how do I even say this?

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