Page 48 of Mafia And Taken

I climbed into bed beside her and ran my fingers slowly up her bare arm. “Did you like what you saw?”

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“You’re teasing me. I don’t like it.”

I eased up on the teasing tone. “I mean it when I say there’s nothing wrong with looking at me, cara. I want you looking at me, and I want to look at you as well. I want to take your body one day, but only when you’re ready. I won’t rush you.”

“I wish you’d put some clothes on,” she complained.

“I wish you would take some of those clothes off,” I retorted.

It didn’t escape me that goosebumps rose up on her arm as I trailed my fingers up and down it. She wasn’t unaffected by me—however much she protested about not liking my attentions.

“I’m your husband now. I don’t mind you being interested, believe me.”

She stayed silent.

“Turn over,” I commanded.

She hesitated. “Why? What for?” A slight frown marred her delicate features, and I could see her apprehension as she wondered what I was going to do to her.

“You’re going to have to learn to obey me. I don’t like asking twice.” My voice was a low growl. “It’s nothing bad, I promise.”

She warily turned over onto her stomach and I straddled her, at the same time reaching to her nightstand for the scented oil she kept there. “I’m just going to lower your camisole straps so that I can rub your shoulders.”

She quickly tried to get back up, pressing her top to her chest. “I don’t think that’s a good idea—”

I firmly pushed her back onto the mattress. “Stop fighting me.” My voice was more severe than I intended, but my patience had been worn thin over the last few days. “You won’t like the consequences if you keep on fighting me.”

I felt her tense up under me, but I knew I could soon change that with my massage. “Don’t worry, you’re going to like this.”

I liked having her under me, her small body restrained by my powerful thighs. I slipped the thin straps of her silky top down over her slender shoulders, feeling my dick stand to attention at the erotic sight of her naked back under me.

I poured a small amount of oil into my hand and rubbed my palms together before touching my fingertips to her shoulders. She flinched slightly.

I paused for a second. “Are my hands too cold?”

“N-No,” she stammered. “They’re okay.”

I ran my fingers lightly over her shoulders, spreading the aromatic oil onto her flawless skin, enjoying the sheen of the liquid on her pale skin. I started to rub small circles onto the back of her shoulders, gradually increasing the pressure.

Her face was turned to one side and I could see her eyes tightly closed while she bit her lower lip and furrowed her brow. “Relax, cara…allow yourself to enjoy this.”

I gripped her shoulders between my fingers and thumbs and started to move my fingers rhythmically over her bunched-up muscles, feeling the knots under my fingertips, wanting to ease them and soothe her.

As I concentrated on the knotted muscles between her shoulder blades, I heard a moan escape her lips.

I felt a surge of triumph. She was beginning to loosen up and enjoy my hands on her skin.

I flexed my fingers as I continued to knead her naked skin, and as the force from my fingers increased, so did the small moans coming from her sweet lips.

I wanted to pull her camisole down all the way, but I knew that would scare her off.

Coming to an end, I wiped the excess oil off with a towel and then pulled her straps back up onto her slim shoulders, kissing the back of her neck and turning her around onto her back. “Good?”

She nodded at me.

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