Page 53 of The Mafia's Omega Queen

“I think I’m falling in love with you, too,” I whisper, not wanting to break the moment between us by being too loud.

The tension ratchets up between us, sexual in every way that counts. The question, though, is who will break first. My body vibrates with the need to press my lips against his, but now that I’m here, I don’t know if I can actually take that step as the aggressor. I want—No. I need him to take control. He isn’t the type to give it up easily. The night in the torture chamber withstanding.

After a minute of holding my breath, Vinny finally makes the first move, sealing his lips to mine. A sigh of bliss escapes my mouth as I open for him, tangling my tongue with his. His leather and sin scent washes over me, stronger than it’s ever been. Beneath me, his cock hardens to granite, digging into my ass.

Before I can move, Vinny rearranges me on his lap until I’m straddling him in his chair, his erection now snug against my pussy, putting pressure on my clit.

My hips move, grinding against him, seeking the friction I so desperately want. A rumbling growl slips between Vinny’s lips as we part, sending more need racing through me. The feeling is so intense that if he does it again, there’s a good chance I’ll come on the spot.

But I’m not ready to come yet. There’s something I want more than that. I want to taste my alpha before he knocks me unconscious with an orgasm. Because I can already see it now. This man will own and dominate me, making me come over and over until I’m rendered nothing but a limp noodle and passed out.

He doesn’t get a chance to protest as I slide off his lap, dropping to my knees in front of him. I fit perfectly between his chair and the desk, with more than enough room for what I have planned.

“What are you doing, princess?” Vinny rumbles as I reach for his belt, unbuckle it, pop the button on his slacks, and pull down the zipper.

My mouth goes dry as his hard cock breaks free, opting to go commando just like Hunter does. There’s something so damn sexy about them being so readily available with less layers for me to get through.

Words escape me as I study his hard length. He’s thicker than all my guys, the length rivaling Hunter’s. Veins bulge down his shaft that I want to trace with my tongue, and the head is an angry purple color. His knot is already starting to form at the base, and a baser part of me wants that knot inside of me. My pussy flutters in agreement.

Wrapping my hand around his thickness, my fingers don’t even touch. Not even close to it. Shit. How the hell will I even fit him in my mouth? Maybe I should rethink this.

“Princess.” His deep, growly tone drags my eyes to his. “Open.”

Oh. Oh, fuck. I open my mouth and wait patiently, intently, for what he’s going to do next.

Vinny gets to his feet, kicking the chair back behind him as he does.

What a sight I’m sure we make. Me on my knees with my mouth open, waiting. Vinny stands above me like a king, his cock jutting proudly from his body, almost too heavy to stand up straight.

He grips my chin again, tipping my head up as he bends down toward me. I have no clue what to expect, but what he does is probably one of the sexiest things that’s ever been done to me. Sorry, guys. This totally takes the fucking cake.

Vinny spits directly into my mouth; my core clenches at the dirty eroticness of the action, and I almost come on the spot again. “Don’t swallow, princess,” he mutters darkly, then stands to his full height and grabs the base of his cock, resting the tip on my lips. My tongue darts out, swiping across his head, tasting a small tang of his pre-cum. Rich and heady, just like he is.

He takes a rough inhale, his eyes darkening as my perfume thickens in the air. We sit like that for a minute, my own saliva mixing with his in my mouth.

Finally, after what feels like forever, he dips his tip into my mouth, groaning as I wrap my lips around him and give a small suck. There is no way he’ll fit fully in my mouth, but I’m hoping I can at least make it good for him.

I start to bob my head, only able to take a few good inches of him. And it’s not because of how long he is. He’s just so damn wide, my lips are already stretched out, almost to the max.

“Fuck,” Vinny murmurs, more to himself than to me. He slips his hands into my hair, gripping the strands tightly as he starts to make shallow thrusts, pushing himself deeper than what I can take.

Opening my mouth wider, I relent the minuscule control I have, giving it all over to him freely. Allowing him to take what he wants. A new fire burns in his eyes when he realizes what I’ve done, and he takes over, thrusting further into my open mouth, almost unhinging my jaw as he forces more of his thick length between my lips.

More slick gathers between my thighs with every grunt and groan that escapes his parted lips, soaking through my panties. Hell, soaking through the material encasing my legs and dripping onto the hardwood floor. His eyes dilate, a feralness peeking through those hazel orbs.

He growls low and deep the longer I keep eye contact. The throbbing of my clit beats in time with my hammering heart, and I rub my thighs together, looking for that illusive friction Vinny isn’t giving me. I don’t expect him to since this is for him, not me.

Vinny catches the movement and swiftly pulls himself out of my mouth, giving my jaw a reprieve. I reach out to bring him back, but he turns sharply, sweeping everything off his desk. Dinner included.

“Vinny, wha—” I don’t even get to finish my sentence before he is hauling me off the floor and throwing me face down across the glossy surface.

My leggings and panties disappear in the blink, puddled on the floor around my ankles.

“Dinner, princess. I’m eating my dinner,” he mutters as he drops to his knees behind me, gripping my thighs and ripping them apart as far as my discarded clothing will allow. “Fuck,” he breathes. “So pretty and pink and wet for me. Isn’t that right, princess? This glistening cunt is all for me.” His breath wafts across my slick center, his fingers lightly dancing across my wet lips.

I nod my agreement, forgetting he can’t see me as any words I want to say escape me. A loud crack sounds in the quiet room, the pain hitting a minute later when a sting radiates from my ass cheek. My squeak of indignation turns to a low moan as the pain transforms into pleasure.

“Words, princess.” He smacks my ass again before I can even utter a word.

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