Page 105 of Dirty Mafia Torment

“Because I’ll die if you don’t kiss me.”

Unbelievable. “You’re twisting a simple expression and trying to make it into some kind of cheesy pickup line.”

“And?”

My heart thunders in my chest. This man, with all his antics, will be the death ofme.

“Fina.” He says my name with such relish, always has.

My response rolls off my lips. “Don’t Fina me.”

“I’ve spent the day thinking about you, here, taking advantage of me while I lie here helpless and vulnerable.” He lowers his head and licks me from chin to ear. “You riding me,” he murmurs, nuzzling his nose against my upper lobe and lightly flicking his tongue across the inner edge. “You being a naughty fucking girl using me while I’m shackled and powerless.” He places a soft kiss against my temple. “Come on. I dare you.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block him out. But he stirs something in me no one else ever has. Raw desire laced in kink, to be exact.

Should I kiss Renzo?

His eyes gleam with challenge, daring me to act.

This is a game. He doesn’t think I’ll do it.

Hell with that.

I snap my eyes open. His grin falters just before I lunge, my mouth crashing into his. I smile against his lips when he tenses in surprise. Our tongues collide, wild and desperate and filthy, and I lose myself in the chaos. I kiss him like he already belongs to me, like every inch of me has been waiting for this moment. He tastes dark and addictive, a flavor I’ve been starving for.

Is the kiss intimate?

If there were a Richter scale for measuring intimacy in a kiss, this one would shatter it. Nothing about it is gentle or hesitant. It’s a collision of mouths and tongues, breath stolen, hearts entangling into one knot.

This is us in a kiss.

He growls, low and primal, then yanks me closer with those cuffed hands.

His cock presses into my stomach, sending a flood of heat between my thighs. But it’s my name, which he groans like a man possessed, that does me in. “Fina.”

My knees feel weak, like I’m going to swoon. Instead, I go to battle, rolling my hips, slow and deliberate, his body trembling beneath mine. “I should leave you like this,” I murmur against his lips. “Hard. Helpless. Desperate.”

His eyes darken to an impossible shade of blue. “You wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t I?” I trail kisses down his jaw, then lick just beneath his ear.

He growls again, straining against the cuffs, and I swear the chains creak with how much he wants me.

Power rushes through me, egging me on. I slide my hand down his chest, slow and steady, grazing his abs until I reach the waistband of his pants.

Then his stomach growls.

I freeze.

He curses. “Fuck.”

“You’re hungry.”

Our eyes lock. “Fucking starving.”

Heat blooms across my cheeks. Does he mean for food or me? Because I need him to mean me. I crave that it’s so. I dart my tongue across my lips, and his gaze follows the motion like he’s tracking prey.

I can still taste him.