Page 28 of Mafia Boss's Fake Fiancée

“I’m sure.”

Only a second later, his lips crash against mine. All the thoughts fly right out of my head as his mouth presses hard against mine. His fingers dig into my shirt, and my back ends up colliding with the wall.

I let out a gasp as Salvatore’s lips move to my neck, his hand squeezing my ass and sending another pang of all-consuming need through me.

Aw hell. I should’ve known he wouldn’t be a bad kisser. There’s so much fire in his every kiss and touch that I’m worried it’s going to burn me to ashes.

He pulls me with him toward the bed, his mouth pressing against mine. I groan as his scorching kisses trail down my neck, and he yanks at my shirt. Something rips somewhere, probably my shirt. How the hell did he even do that?

I try to unbutton his shirt, but he just pulls at it. The buttons pop out, and he shoves me on the bed, his eyes burning with hunger and need.

I barely manage to undo my bra before he climbs on top of me and tosses my bra to the floor. He buries his face between my breasts as he fiddles with the button of my pants.

A moan escapes my throat as his mouth closes around my hard nipple. My insides tingle and clench as he runs his hand down my stomach.

It shouldn’t feel this good. None of it should. All I want is a quick release of all the tension, not this sweet, delicious torture Salvatore is putting me through.

But I don’t want him to speed things up either, especially not now while he’s sucking and nipping on my nipples. His touch feels rough yet gentle at the same time. When his teeth graze my sensitive bud, more blood rushes to my breasts, creating a wonderful sensation. He pinches and kneads my breast as his tongue traces a path over my skin.

Oh hell. No one has ever made me feel this way, but that’s got to be because I’m so turned on I feel like I’m about to explode.

Once I come, it’ll be all over.

It has to be.

I don’t want to think about what happens if I end up liking this too much...

Maybe even liking Salvatore?

Hell no.

He yanks my pants down my legs, then grabs my thighs and pushes them wide apart. His lips lower to my inner thigh, and the need inside me gets so strong I can barely stay still.

He rubs his nose against my dripping wet panties, and I groan in frustration. I’m too impatient. I’ve never wanted something like I want him right now.

It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. A need so deep inside me that overwhelms everything and that I absolutely can’t control, or maybe I don’t want to.

Salvatore’s gaze meets mine just as he rips my panties off me. He smiles at me before lowering his head between my legs. A loud moan slips past my lips as his tongue parts my folds and slides inside me.

I bury my fingers into the covers, arching my back, as Salvatore’s tongue slides in and out of me then swirls over my clit.

How the hell does he know? How the hell does he know exactly how to make me cry out in pleasure?

My moans grow louder and louder as he laps at me, his tongue dancing over my clit. When my release spreads through me, I pant for breath, but I want more.

“Keep it down,” he says, “or everyone will hear us.”

I can’t tell whether he’s joking or if he’s serious because his hand slides to my opening. I’m pretty sure his family wouldn’t condone sex before marriage, but they know we’re sleeping in the same bed, so it’s not like it would be a surprise.

Maybe they expect Salvatore to have better control of himself than this, but I don’t care. Who cares about them right now?

Salvatore’s finger dips inside me, and I moan even louder than before.

He shoots me a glare, but it’s more playful than anything else. “What did I say?”

I let out a yelp as he grabs me and flips me over, pushing my ass up. His palm lands on my bottom a moment later with a loud smack.

A thrill surges through me as he gives me a few more swift and sharp spanks. The warmth and tingling of my skin make me groan in need. Another loud moan tears its way out of my throat.

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