Page 79 of Mafia King's Forbidden Obsession

A few irritating eyes turn in her direction, lingering a little too long for my liking. I throw a glare in their direction and pull Raven even closer to me as each glance sends a fresh wave of heat coursing through me.

The tension in my bones eases when we reach the VIP section on the second floor. This part of the club is a cozy, intimate space divided by a glass wall but still with a perfect view of everything below. I sit on the sofa first before pulling her onto my lap. A low yelp leaves her lips as her soft ass meets my thighs.

I groan slightly, sinking lower into the chair and then adjusting her so she sits exactly on my dick. Another groan escapes mythroat, and I bring my hands to her waist. She shakes her head and turns to me, shooting me a pointed look.

Her reaction only elicits a shrug from me before I bury my nose in her neck, inhaling her maddening scent.

A waiter appears promptly, offering drinks. Irritation fills me at the disturbance, but I untuck my face. My attention is drawn to the subtle way Raven shifts on my lap.

“What do you want?” My voice comes out a groan near her ear.

My hand brushes against her bare thigh. Her body tenses as she exhales shakily. Even though she tries to act unaffected, I know better.

“Just water.”

I arch a brow at her request. I expected her to order something else.

“You heard her and one glass of Johnny Walker Blue.”

The waiter nods and walks off. Comfortable silence settles between us for a stretch of time before the waiter returns with our orders.

I hand her the water and take my glass of scotch. Bringing the cool rim of the glass to my lips, I take a sip as the liquid burns my throat. I revel in the stinging sensation before setting my glassdown at the same time she does, her body still pressed warmly against mine.

Slowly, she leans her head against my shoulder as her eyes sweep over to the club below. I follow her gaze, watching as her nails lightly drag over the back of my palm.

Fuck.

“You know,” I murmur, exhaling to calm the storm brewing inside of me, “… seeing you in this dress makes me want to take you right here. Fuck the living daylights out of you.”

“Is that so?” She raises her head to look me in the eyes, teasing and daring all at once. “Then you must know what seeing you in a three-piece suit does to me as well.” She snakes her arms around my neck, locking her fingers behind it.

Oh, that smart mouth of hers…

“Careful,Principessa(Princess),” I chuckle darkly, my tone gruff as I wrap my fingers gently around her nape. “I really might tie you to this chair and pound your pussy silly.”

I feel her body slacking against mine in response, her eyes pooling with desire. She presses her thighs together, her mouth is slightly parted as she breathes out. I smirk, knowing that turned her on as much as it did me.

Her chest rises and falls heavily, each breath drawing my eyes to the swell of her cleavage. She bites her lips, and I snap. A lowgrowl leaves me as I claim her mouth, biting down on her soft lips before running my tongue across the tender skin.

She gasps in surprise, and I feel her hardened nipples pressing against my chest.

Fuck. No bra.

Blood surges to my dick, my desire to fuck her only growing with the loud music surrounding us. My tongue invades her mouth, tasting the cool residue of water on her tongue.

She moans into my mouth, adjusting slightly against my pulsing dick.

“Fuck!” I grunt, against her lips, fisting her dress.

I want to rip the clothing off her when she pulls back for air, her chest heaving and her lips swollen. Her eyes meet mine, wild and flustered. I smirk.

“How about we go dance?” she suggests, after a moment of silence.

“Why?” I question, tightening my grip around her waist.

“So you don’t end up fucking me in front of all these people,” she tries to play it off lightly, but I still catch the tiny tremor in her voice.

Carefully, she slips off my lap, a little wobbly as she gets on her feet and stretches her arm to me.