Page 28 of Shackled By the Mafia Boss

“You smell so good,amore,”he whispers.Thrust.“You feel so good around my cock. So fucking wet and tight.”

Freeing my neck, he grabs my breast from behind and squeezes it, twisting my nipple. It’s painful, but nothing compared to the pleasure seizing my body.

I want him deeper, faster, and that is all I can think of, all I can say. “Harder,” I hear myself, my voice raspy. “Please.”

He grins behind me. I don’t see it, but I feel it. Then he fucks me harder, each stroke hitting me deep, over and over.

Deep, sexy groans rumble from his chest and his touch scorches me, engulfs me. I can’t get enough of Marcus.

Frustration bubbles inside me when he suddenly stops, pulls out and flips me to my back. He spreads my legs wide. I’m open to his gaze but shock at his sudden move has me speechless. Before I have a chance to regain my ability to speak, his tongue swipes across the bundle of nerves between my legs.

I jerk from the sensation, a small gasp escaping my lips. He’s licking me, I’ve never let a man lick me before.

“Fuck,” he groans, licking his lips like he’s just had a taste of the best mint ice-cream in the world. “You taste so good,amore.”

I blush. I’m trying to think of something to say, but my brain is too frazzled to pull words together.

He licks me again, pressing his tongue more firmly this time and grunting. “You taste like pineapple.”Lick.“Watermelon.”

My cheeks heat.

He pushes a finger inside me, pressing his tongue firmer on my clit. My body is on fire, the blood pumping through my veins fueling my desire even more.

I’m gasping, sweating, sliding my fingers through his hair and clutching tightly. My moans vibrate throughout the living room. I swear this amount of pleasure is unhealthy.

Marcus is in total control of my body. He’s commanding every cell with just a touch and a swipe of his tongue.

He curls his finger inside me, reaching my G-spot. Electricity ripples through me and I cry out from the sensation.

“You like that?” he asks, looking up at me, a shit-eating grin on his face.

I nod and bite my lip. “I like it,” I manage to gasp out.

His smile turns feral. “Good, because I want you to enjoy every bit of this.”

His finger moves faster inside me, his tongue swiping harder. A wave of pleasure courses through me, searing my veins. Tension builds in my stomach and I feel like I’m about to explode.

“Marcus…” I clutch his hair tighter, throwing my head back, my eyes closed against the onslaught of pleasure. “I think I’m…I’m going to…”

A groan breaks from my throat, my body jerking and convulsing as orgasm explodes. A cloud of sweet sensation surrounds me and it feels like I’m floating.

Marcus climbs on top of me. Claiming my lips ravenously, he feeds me a taste of my own orgasm.

He pushes his cock inside me again, his thrusts even more ferocious than they were before. I curl my legs around him, bucking my hips so he can go deeper.

He grunts as he comes and fills me up with his seed, then he collapses on top of me, his forehead resting against mine, eyes staring deeply into me. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had,amore.”

I suddenly feel shy and close my eyes. I don’t know how to reply.

We remain like that for a moment, listening to each other’s heartbeats before he rolls off me, taking me along so I’m the lying on top of him now.

“Did you really invite me over to talk about the missing shipments and Camilla?” He trails a path down my spine. “Or did you lure me here because you needed me?”

A guilty smile quirks my lips. To be honest, I haven’t found any new clues on the Hell’s Kitchen murder cases, at least nothing he doesn’t know already. I’d just put two and two together from what Marcus the last time we saw each other and used it as an excuse to invite him over.

My evenings are always boring when my sister and best friend aren’t with me. Some nights I flip through case files, swearing at the perpetrators for being such heartless monsters, and hoping for a spark of inspiration.

Other nights, I just come home, take a quick shower, then drift off before I can even have dinner.

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