Page 36 of The Mafia's Omega Queen

My fingers dance across my thighs, both moving toward my center. Vin’s hands shoot out, encircling my ankles. I try to wrench myself free, but his grip is iron-solid.

“What are you doing, Vinny?!” I screech, fighting against his hold. “I told you no touching.”

He moves my ankles to his shoulders, sliding the chair in as far as it’ll go to where he and my pussy share the same freaking air. It’s not wholly uncomfortable, but he’s much closer than I originally intended.

“Just getting the best show for my time.” I grit my teeth at his pompous words. This is my time, not his, even though I totally barged in on him working—something he should not be doing. “Continue, princess. I’m ready.”

Would it ruin the mood if I accidentally kicked him in the head? Probably. Would he deserve it? Oh, one hundred percent.

But I ignore him and resume the trek across my thighs until my fingers reach the apex between my legs. Vinny’s eyes are riveted to my hands, his hazel orbs darting back and forth, wondering which one will touch the promised land first.

Two of my fingers slip between my slit, collecting my slit. Vinny gives a sharp intake of breath as I spread the two digits in a V, giving him an unencumbered view of my slickened center.

Vinny mutters something under his breath that sounds a lot like, “This little brat is going to kill me.” I giggle in response, loving how I’ve barely started and the big alpha is already crumbling.

My other two fingers join in, dipping into my pussy, and when I pull them out, the light of the office shines down on the glistening appendages. Vinny rumbles as he reaches below the desk, but I stop my movements and raise a dark brow at him. He looks positively contrite as his hands return to the desk’s surface on either side of my hips.

That’s what I thought.

Vinny’s breathing speeds up as I plunge my fingers back into my cunt, his breath a hot breeze on my wet skin. My chest heaves as I curl my fingers, rubbing against my walls as they flutter with arousal. Collecting some of the slick from my inner thigh, I start making tiny circles on my clit. Every moan that leaves my mouth, Vinny answers with a groan of his own.

The poor man sounds like he’s dying. His hands shake where they’re pressed against my hips, fighting his own battle of will not to touch me as I’ve asked.

I almost give in, almost beg him to touch me. But I don’t.

If I finish this my way, things will be so much better when we finally cross that line.

My fingers squelch as I pump them in and out, a trail of slick leaking from my pussy and down my ass crack. There feels to be a small puddle underneath me already. Something for Vinny to remember me by later.

“You ready to come, princess?” Vinny murmurs with a slight purr to his words. “I can see you clenching down on yourself.”

“Yes,” I cry, finger-fucking myself harder. “Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, throwing my head back with a scream as my orgasm washes over me. Fireworks explode behind my closed eyes and a full-body shiver wracks my body.

My heart pounds against my sternum, my breaths short and choppy. As I reopen my eyes, I find Vinny licking his lips as I pull my fingers out of my slick-drenched core, and before he can do anything, I swipe my fingers across his lips. It’s so hot to see him with my slick on his mouth, and my traitorous pussy throbs, wanting his mouth on me.

Maybe soon. But for now…

“Remember what I said. No touching.” I toss him a wink as I remove my legs from his shoulders and hop off his desk.

“I didn’t touch, princess. No matter how much I wanted to.”

“I didn’t mean me,” I giggle. “I’m talking about that.” I nod toward the raging erection pressing against his suit slacks.

“You little minx,” Vinny growls, jumping up from his seat. But before he can even take a step, he drops back down in his chair with a groan. He clutches at his side, pain marring his handsome face.

“Shit,” I hiss, rushing back over to him and dropping to my knees beside his chair. My hands flutter over where he’s holding, unsure if there’s anything I can do to make it better. I’m such an ass. I just bitched about him over-exerting himself and not being able to heal, and then I go and pull something stupid like making him chase after me. “You okay, Vin?”

He grips my chin with his free hand and tilts my face up toward his. “I’m fine, princess.” He drops his head and brushes his lips over mine in a feather-light kiss. The movement is hesitant, almost like he’s afraid it’s an unwelcome gesture.

If he only knew.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I smash my mouth to his, pressing my tongue between his plump limps, dying for a taste of the man who is my mate. Thoughts of tasting other parts of him flit through my mind, ramping up my arousal even further, but then I pull back and get back to my feet.

We aren’t there yet, but almost. Maybe after another week of healing.

After putting my thong and leggings back on, I head for the door before I take my clothes back off and ride him right there in his chair.

Vinny stays silent, thank fuck, because if he growled anything to me, I don’t think my willpower would hold.

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