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“Maggie,” he sighed, the divot between his eyebrows returning. “We shouldn’t?—”
“It’s no big deal. So, when?”
“A few nights before the casino.” He studied me over the rim of his glass as he drank more wine.
The lump in my throat doubled, then tripled. I forced a smile. “Did you have a good time?”
The lines around his eyes deepened as he frowned. “You are asking these questions to create a distance between us. Again. But I can’t figure out why.”
Smart, smart mafioso. And I didn’t know why, either. I only knew what I was feeling for him was big and scary and possibly temporary. I hadn’t trusted anyone like this in a long time. “You’re right and I’m sorry.”
My quick admission seemed to surprise him. “You’re forgiven.”
I drank more wine and tried to sound casual. “But maybe we talk about our sexual histories. I’ll tell you mine.”
He set his wine glass down on the table with a snap, then took mine away and did the same. Grabbing my waist, he lifted me like I weighed nothing and arranged me until I was straddling his lap. I could feel his cock, thick and enticing, under me, even through my jeans. His fingers circled my throat possessively and heat rushed through my belly to settle in my clit.
The expression he wore was almost frightening in its intensity. “If I have to hear about the men who’ve had this pussy before me, I won’t rest until I’ve hunted each of them down and slit their throats. So I suggest you keep that information to yourself.”
It was fucked up, but the declaration made me a little giddy. Still, we had to keep this in perspective. Neither one of us were virgins. “It can’t matter to you.”
“Everythingabout you matters to me.”
God.God. How was I supposed to resist this man? Each time I tried to throw up barriers to protect myself, he broke down my defenses.
His fingertips squeezed around my neck as he dragged me closer, then his mouth sealed with mine. The kiss was full of frustration and determination, like he was trying to mark me as his. Or maybe that was wishful thinking on my part? Either way, I softened and kissed him back, ready to let him lead.
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Vito
I feltthe instant she gave in.
Maggie relaxed after my hand wrapped around her throat, her submissive side overtaking everything else. She was going to let me do as I pleased, and that idea got me so fucking hot.
Because there was one more thing I had planned for tonight. And she was going to love having my cock in her ass.
“Grind on me,” I whispered against her mouth. “Get that pussy nice and wet.”
She began rolling her hips in a sensuous rhythm, and I reached down to adjust myself with my free hand, lining my dick up with the seam of her jeans.Fuck. My head fell back as pleasure streaked down my spine. I kept my hand on her throat, enjoying her rapid pulse under my fingertips, how her tendons and muscles shifted beneath my grip.
She bit her lip, her skin flushed, and I stared, mesmerized. “You look so beautiful.”
Her eyes were already glazed with lust. “Want to fuck out here?”
My cock twitched at the prospect, but I didn’t want it fast and hard outside. “No. Tonight I’m going to fuck your ass slow and deep and you’re going to love it.”
Instead of arguing, she whimpered. “Whatever you want, baby.”
Sexier words had never spoken. “Are you mine?”
“Yes, Vito. I’m yours.”
“Say it. Say the words.”
She licked her lips. “I belong to Vito D’Agostino and no one else.”