Page 81 of Mafia Kings: Dario

And with his left hand, he started to undo the buttons that went down the front of my dress.

“No,” I whispered.

“You said that last night,” he growled. “Did it change anything?”

I didn’t answer.

I just kept staring into his eyes like I was hypnotized.

One button was already undone, down to my collarbone.

I felt him do the next…

Then the next…

Until his knuckles grazed my breast.

I drew in a sharp breath.

He continued to undo the buttons one by one until the front of my dress was slightly open all the way to my stomach.

Then he gently slid my dress off my left shoulder.

“Please, don’t,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

He ignored me and slipped the cloth off my right shoulder.

My dress dropped into a pile at my feet.

I didn’t have a bra on, only my panties…

So I was standing there almost completely naked before him.

I closed my eyes.

My entire body was on fire… and yet I wanted to be consumed by it.

His hand left my face, and suddenly I felt his rough fingers on my back…

Tracing my spine…

Down to my ass.

His fingers grasped my panties and slid them down my thighs.

As he did it, his body touched me –

His hot, damp skin brushing against mine –

His hard muscles pressing against my breasts.

I moaned as I felt him…

And wanted to feelso much more.

Seconds later, his lips were on mine.

Soft…

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