Page 23 of Empire of Seduction (New York State of Mafia #2)

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Maggie

I kept walking.

I hurried through the busy kitchen, past the office.

My only thought was to get away. I needed the cool air to clear my head, to help my brain come back online.

That motherfucking asshole! Picking up women in my bar!

The logical half of my brain was telling me I had no right to feel jealous or hurt.

Vito was a one-night stand, not my boyfriend.

But I wasn’t feeling particularly logical right now. I was angry and hurt and yes, fucking jealous.

How could he flirt with some random woman under my nose like that?

And only minutes after he’d been pissed that Carlo might be flirting with me!

The absolute nerve. Men were the worst .

This was why I avoided relationships. When you cared, you gave people the ability to hurt you.

I preferred to use men for sex, then move on.

The cool air met my face as I pushed through the back door, but I welcomed it. I couldn’t fucking do this anymore. Maybe I should leave. Go to Catanzaro and stay with Val and Luca. I could?—

A body grabbed me from behind, jolting me to an immediate halt. I knew exactly who it was. “Let me go, you asshole!”

The door thumped behind us as Vito pinned me up against the brick wall, his fingers wrapped around my wrists. “You go too far, bella.”

I struggled in his grip, trying to get loose, but he held me firm. “Let me go.”

“I’m not married.”

He growled the words in my ear, so it took me a second to process them. Of course, I already knew this, but I couldn’t believe he was admitting it.

“Did you hear me? I. Am. Not. Married. I’ve never been married.”

We stood there, both panting, his chest pressed to my back, the heat from his body sinking inside my bones. I tried to twist away, but he held me there, helpless. I cursed into the stone—a useless sound of frustration. Then I spat, “I know.”

He wasn’t expecting it. His muscles locked as his grip tightened for a fraction of a second, then he relaxed. “Michael told you.”

“Yes, he told me—like you should have, you dick.”

He grunted deep in his chest and his hips ground into my ass.

I could feel his cock, not totally hard—but not totally soft, either.

My heart thumped hard and fast, his proximity making me dizzy, and all the need and want I’d been suppressing these last few days came rushing up like a giant wave.

Desire, warm and thick, rolled through my veins, settling in my breasts and clit, and the fight drained out of me. I softened under him, defeated.

He must’ve noticed because his grip on my wrists eased, and he dragged his nose down my temple, right along my hairline. “You are driving me crazy,” he whispered. “I want to fuck you all the time, every second, and it’s turning me inside out.”

He did?

“Why?” I choked out. “Why wear a wedding ring when it means nothing?”

“It’s easier. I don’t need to worry about a long-term commitment when women think I’m already taken.”

My hips eased back a fraction, sinking into his crotch, eager for more of him. He pushed forward, letting me feel the full hard length of him. His thick shaft lodged into the crevice of my ass like it had a right to be there. I gasped, then said, “That’s reprehensible.”

“Because I am reprehensible. I’m a killer, a monster. It’s the life I’ve chosen and any woman in her right mind should run the other way.” One of his hands released mine and traveled a slow, tortuous journey to my hip. “You’re so fucking sexy. Your ass and legs . . . cazzo madre di dio .”

God, his accent. Hearing him speak Italian was like someone injected a drug into my veins. Wetness pooled between my thighs, my knees shaking with the fever building under my skin. “Just because I want you doesn’t mean I don’t still hate you for taking over the winery.”

“I know, baby. But you can hate me and still let my dick give you the best orgasm of your life.”

My body was on board with that plan. We were in our own little world outside in the dark, the kitchen a distant hum in the background. Still, I wasn’t sure I should. “If I do, it doesn’t mean anything. I want you to go back to Toronto and leave the winery alone.”

He began curling his fingers, gathering the fabric of my skirt in his fist, and air hit my thighs. His erection sawed between my cheeks. “Let me have you once more. I’m salivating for you, bella.”

Damn, he made it impossible to resist him. I supposed once more wouldn’t hurt. Maybe I could purge him from my system after that.

I slid my free arm around his neck, arching my back. “From the front. Please, Vito.”

He released my other trapped hand and turned me to face him.

His hooded eyes settled on my face, his skin taut with arousal.

I snatched his leftover half-tie and shoved him against the far wall.

His back hit the brick with a thud and I lunged at his mouth, sealing our lips together and thrusting my tongue inside.

He pulled me closer, his lips sliding over mine again and again, his hand grabbing my hair as if to keep me in place.

He didn’t need to worry—I wasn’t going anywhere.

This kiss laid waste to any of my remaining resistance.

Vito was relentless and I responded just as eagerly, our mouths frantic.

The air around us turned humid and the sound of our breath drowned out everything else.

I’d missed the way he kissed me, with complete focus and singular intensity, like I was the only thing in this world he needed.

When he lifted one of my legs and wrapped it around his hips, my skirt bunched around my hips and my pussy pressed against his cock.

“Are there cameras out here?” he asked against my mouth.

“No, but?—”

“Thank fuck.” He spun us both to put me against the wall, and my other leg came up around his hip to straddle him. Now he was holding me up, the brick rough on my back through my jacket. My crotch was resting on his stomach, his hands under my ass.

It all went quickly from there.

He widened his stance, rested me on his thighs, and moved his hands to his belt buckle.

Oh, shit. Were we really doing this here?

My hands dove to his waist, eager to help, even as my mind tried to impart reality.

“Someone might walk out here,” I whispered as I yanked his dress shirt out of his trousers.

“Do you care?” He reached inside his briefs and pulled out his dick.

“Not in the least.” I was delirious, burning up. I needed him inside me. “Oh, god. Hurry.”

“Pull your panties aside. Let me give you what we both want.”

My fingers slid under the lace and I bared myself, my pussy spread and more than ready.

He adjusted, lined up and drove in, filling me in one rough thrust. The stretch burned in the very best way as his cock took up all the space inside me, and I clung to him, moaning as my body adjusted.

Vito buried his face in my neck, his mouth murmuring Italian curses into my skin, and his hands slid under me to hold me up.

He moved once, a gentle rock of his hips like he was teasing me.

I dug my nails into his scalp. “Fuck me now. I need it.”

With a growl, he began pumping, using the wall and his strength to hold me up, his wide cock splitting me in two.

He was breathing hard into the hollow of my throat and I clutched at him, using my legs to help create a rhythm.

The angle was perfection. My clit rubbed against his pelvic bone, and it was almost like we were dry humping, except he was inside me.

My muscles tightened, my insides coiling, the sensation building.

“You’re mine,” he rasped. “All fucking mine.”

The words tipped me over the edge. “God, yes .” I clenched around him, my walls contracting and releasing as the orgasm shattered through me.

Bright light exploded behind my eyelids, the euphoria better than anything I’d ever experienced.

I soared so high, the release so powerful, that I never wanted it to end.

Vito’s cock swelled inside me and he groaned, his hips pressing me into the wall as he came.

Muscles twitched and jerked beneath my fingers, and for a second I worried he might drop me, but he held firm.

“ Sono fottuto , sono fottuto, ” he kept repeating as he panted into my throat, the words like a prayer.

I’d have to look up that phrase later.

Then it was over. Slowly, he lowered me to the ground, his forehead resting against mine. Before I could fix my dress, he bent down and got on his knees. I steadied myself with a hand on his head. “What are you doing?”

He held up his phone and turned on the light.

A sudden flash of white light filled the alley and I blinked.

Vito lifted one of my legs. “Hold this up.” I did and he swept my soaked panties aside, his attention solely on my pussy as he shone the light there.

“ Hai la più bella figa. Ti voglio sempre. ”

“Vito,” I said, my fingers playing with his soft hair. “You know I can’t understand you.”

He spread my lips apart and held the phone closer. “I said you have a beautiful pussy. Right now, my come is dripping out of you.” I heard him take a picture, then his tongue swiped through my slit, causing us both to moan. “Cazzo, you are so sexy.”

Dirty man.

Then I realized what this meant. “You didn’t wear a condom.”

He put his phone away, then lowered my leg to the ground and stood up. In a shockingly tender gesture, he caressed the side of my face and tucked my hair behind my ear. “I’m clean. I have never fucked a woman without a condom before.”

“Never?”

“I would not lie about that. Why do you think I wanted to see your pussy just now?”

“Neither have I. Fucked without a condom, I mean. And I have an IUD, so . . . ” I wiped some sweat off his forehead and refused to wonder why we’d both lost our heads. “Has there been anyone since the casino?”