Page 26 of Shackled By the Mafia Boss

But I’m on fire and it’s too hard to resist the flames flashing between us. My entire body is slowly becoming a cocoon of pleasure and need I’m trying not to give into.

And then, I lose the fight. Unbidden, my eyes close, my fingers trail up his chest until I’m clenching the collar of his white dress shirt for dear life, and my lips part to let him in.

He takes the cue and deepens the kiss, his groan thick with need. His kiss is ferocious and intense. It consumes me completely.

His arm snakes around my waist, his body pressing against mine. I can feel his erection poke against my thighs and it awakens an ache between my legs.

I moan, following his lead and kiss him back.

We shouldn’t be doing this.

He shouldn’t be kissing me and I shouldn’t be enjoying his kiss as much as I am right now.

I’m pretty sure I’ll regret this in the morning, but I don’t freaking care because all I can think of right now is having him inside me.

Tightening his grip on my waist, he flips us around in one slow, fluid motion without breaking our kiss.

I’m beneath him now, the heat from his body searing through my skin and simmering between my legs. I’m panting, aching for him to the marrow of my bones.

“Marcus.” Breaking our kiss, I moan his name quietly, panting as I try to catch my breath.

His eyes glisten, his lips crooked with a wicked smile.“Cos'è, amore?”His voice is deep and it sends sweet shivers down my spine.

“I want you inside me,” I say shamelessly, looking into his eyes. I’m too thirsty for him to be ashamed. I’ve indulged in this sin with him already, I might as well go all the way.

He slides his fingers through my hair, gripping it a little too tightly and smiling at me. “How much of me do you want,amore?”

“All of you,” I whisper back, running a finger over his buttons before I begin to undo them, my fingers shaking.

Marcus licks his lips, clearly amused. “Easy,amore.We don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Then take it off.”

His smile darkens even more and it looks like a switch flipped in his mind. He inches closer, his scent filing my nose. “Lets get something straight,amore,” he says in a near-growl. “I’m in charge here.”

He tugs the neckline of my tank top and rips it off me. Goosebumps scatter over my body from the cool air.

I instinctively wrap an arm over myself to hide my breasts. My nipples are hard, they were poking through my top even before he ripped it off me.

“What,amore?” he softly pushes my arm away from my breasts. “Are you shy?”

I flush, my cheeks heating up. “No,” I lie.

He caresses my cheek. “Have I told you how beautiful you are,amore?” His flicks my nipple with his finger, twisting and teasing it. “I like it when you blush like that.”

“I said I wasn’t blush—” I trail off when he takes my nipple in his mouth, sucking it and nibbling on it a little.

It feels so good and I’m panting from the pleasure. “Fuck!”

His other hand moves to my other breast. He’s fondling and squeezing it hard, in a way I didn’t know I liked. Electricity zaps through me, mind-blowing sensations rippling through me.

I can feel him everywhere. I can feel his touch on my thighs, my breasts, my lips. Everywhere.

Then he pulls free, dragging kisses between my breasts and lower, over my abdomen, kissing me like he wants to devour me.

God, this feels so good.

Too good for my sanity.

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