Page 40 of Pregnant By the Italian Mafia Enemy

Iwantedto feel in control of my choices, and this one would give me the control I needed.

“Tell me what you want, Sienna,” he growled, his lips hovering over mine in a silent promise of what was to come.

“I want you to fuck me, Dante,” I said against his lips, tightening my arms around the back of his neck. “I want you to show me what it’s like to be fucked by a mob boss.”

The smirk that grew across his face was eerily sinister as he dipped his head and looked over my entire body. “You don’t want me to be gentle for your first time?” he asked.

“I don’t do gentle.”

My words were an unleashing.

In an instant, Dante pulled me tightly to him, gripping the back of my hair and tipping my head backward. The tug at my hair hurt, but as his mouth found my breasts, nipping at the hardened nipples beneath my shirt, I cried out in utter ecstasy. Nothing could compare to the sensation of his warm mouth onmy chest, his hand in my hair, and his cock throbbing between my legs.

My core turned liquid from the short gesture, and I wondered how long I’d be able to handle this persistent throb within me. It grew to an almost unbearable level as his teeth caught and pulled my nipple, drawing a cry from my lips.

Everything else evaporated. The driver. The scene outside the windows of the limousine.Everything.All that mattered was the places where he touched me.

“You smell so fucking good,” he said, moving a hand between my legs. When his fingers barely grazed the exterior of my panties, his brows raised, and a low groan came from the back of his throat. “God, you’re so wet for me.”

I nodded as he moved a finger around my clit, massaging it roughly enough that I cried out and leaned forward, biting his shoulder.

His hand at the back of my head tightened in my hair, the bite of it becoming almost painful.Almost. I sunk my teeth deeper into his shoulder, and the sound that came from his lips was feral.

“If you keep biting me like that, I promise I’ll repay the favor.”

I couldn’t help the giddiness that rose in my chest as I moved my mouth to the side of his neck, moving my tongue up it for just a moment before I sunk my teeth there hard enough to leave a mark.

It was the work of one motion before I found myself on my back beneath him, one hand gripping both of mine above my headand the other working the bundle of nerves between my thighs. I ground into his fingers as he greedily obliterated me, but the look of menace in his eyes promised much, much more than just this.

“You don’t like when I bite you?” I teased, biting my bottom lip.

“I don’t think you want to know how much I like it.”

His breath, for the first time since meeting him, was unsteady. I wallowed in the lust I felt for him as I hooked both legs around his waist and lifted myself into his hips. The look of madness in his eyes only grew as he tightened his hand on my wrists. I felt the bones grinding beneath his grasp, but I couldn’t feel pain even if I wanted to. All I could focus on was the tight feeling of my rising pleasure.

“I do,” I moaned back at him.

The car came to a stop, and I barely noticed as I rocked into his fingers. “When we get inside, you’re going to be silent as we walk through the house. I’m going to go to the bedroom for a moment, and then I’m going to meet you on the back patio, where we’ll finish this.”

“We can finish it here,” I begged. “Right now.”

“We’re not going to wake up Lucia and Bria in the house, and I have a feeling you’re not going to be quiet for this. Do you really want your first time to be in the back of a car?”

I panted, feeling as my pleasure rose and rose. I didn’t care where we did this. I was so close with just his fingers. I gasped as the rising sensation of an orgasm reached its peak, and then—

He pulled them away. Cold air separated us as the door opened, and the driver stared off into the night, not daring to make eye contact with either of us. Dante stood and offered me a hand. It took me long seconds to control myself enough to sit up and then stand. I pulled myself upright on trembling legs, adjusting my dress to cover all indecent parts of myself, and followed him into the house, being as silent as possible.

I needed him to finish this. I neededmore,and the promise of it had my entire body shaking as I immediately turned toward the back deck and slid the glass door open.

I hadn’t realized a hot tub was built into the corner of the deck, tucked out of sight with a modern privacy fence.

I stepped toward it, taking in the cedar accents and the patio furniture that matched the rustic look of the interior. Though I cataloged each place we could finish this, the cool air reminded me of the warmth I yearned to have.

I was at his mercy, and I didn’t particularly mind the idea as the door opened and closed again behind me.

I turned slowly, my heart skipping a beat as I took in the small duffel bag he carried alongside him.

“Take off your dress,” he demanded, allowing the bag to drop to the deck.

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