Page 24 of Empire of Seduction (New York State of Mafia #2)

“Of course not.” He leaned his forehead against mine. “I can’t even get hard for another woman, let alone fuck her. You have my balls in your fist, mia bella diavoletta .”

A flattering thought, but probably bullshit. “You didn’t get hard during your lap dance at the strip club today?”

He sighed, like he was reluctant to tell me. “No. Limp like a noodle. It was embarrassing.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Poor big bad mafia man. Can’t even enjoy a lap dance.”

He huffed, but his lips were twitching as he stepped back and tucked his cock back in his briefs. “Fix yourself. We are going to the cottage to fuck again.”

I started adjusting my skirt, covering my legs. “Wait. I mean, we haven’t even?—”

In a flash, he grabbed my face in both of his palms, his eyes unyielding and serious as he crowded me again. “There is no more waiting, no more excuses. I have been starving for you, but no more. I intend to feast on you until we are both exhausted, capisce?”

Then he kissed me and I tasted the two of us together on his tongue. Sparks of desire flared low in my belly, my breasts growing heavy once again. Any protests evaporated into the warm air between us. “Okay,” I said when he pulled back.

“Va bene. Get moving.”

Vito

I held her hand. Partly because I needed to touch her as we walked to the cottage, but also because I worried that she might bolt on me.

Hopefully she would set aside our issues for tonight. I was happy to discuss everything, but later. Much later. After I had her juices drying on my face and more of my come seeping out of her pussy.

She didn’t speak, merely walked beside me, and I was too afraid to ruin the moment with conversation. The cool night sky surrounded us, stars twinkling overhead, and it was peaceful.

“Were you planning on sleeping with that bridesmaid tonight?” she asked.

“Of course not.” I glanced over at her. “Did you not believe me when I said I’ve been obsessed with fucking you? ”

“I didn’t hear you say obsessed , but that’s a relief.”

The cottage came into view, thank fuck. Just a few more minutes and I would have her naked beneath me once again. “Were you planning on fucking Carlo?”

“Vito!” She elbowed me. “No, I wasn’t. Jeez.”

“No? Because I saw the way you were looking at him and the way he rubbed your back. Holding your hand.” My lip curled, the simmering anger rising to the surface once more. “I should send his ass back to Italia.”

“Hey, it was your brilliant idea to bring him here. Don’t blame me.”

That sassy mouth. Even after I fucked her into submission, she still fights with me. So why was I close to cracking a smile?

I tugged her closer and wrapped my arm around her shoulders. “I can’t believe you cut my tie.” I pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “Mia diavoletta.”

“You called me that earlier. What does it mean?”

“My little devil.”

“That’s not very nice,” she said primly.

I smirked as we went up the stairs of the deck. “But accurate.”

Opening the door, I held it as she went inside, then I closed us in and turned the lock. The blinds were already shut, so I ordered, “Strip.”

“Wait, what?” She glanced over her shoulder. “I think you should strip first. You’re the one who lied about being married. And who went to a literal strip club today. So, show me what you learned, mafioso.”

Did she think this bothered me, to get naked first?

I tore off the mangled piece of tie and dropped it to the ground.

Then I shrugged out of my suit jacket, tossed it on a chair, and toed off my shoes.

Maggie lowered herself onto the sofa, her eyes locked on my fingers.

I could see the rise and fall of her chest, the way she bit her lip.

Many women had appreciated my body, but none of them mattered anymore.

I only wanted this woman’s appreciation.

Sono fottuto.

Yes, I was fucked.

After I removed my cufflinks and slipped them in the pocket of my trousers, I unbuttoned my shirt and let it flutter to the floor. Maggie’s eyes examined my torso carefully, the slow appraisal like a caress over my skin. I flexed my stomach muscles and she inhaled sharply.

I ran my hands over my upper body, touching the bumps and ridges, before unbuckling my belt. I yanked it free of the loops in one motion and tossed it to her. She caught it easily, then chuckled. “Damn, I wish I had some dollar bills.”

I unfastened my trousers and ever-so-slowly drew the zipper down, tooth by tooth, easing past the bulge already growing in my briefs.

First one leg came off, then the other, until the trousers joined my jacket on the chair.

I bent to remove each of my socks. When I straightened, Maggie wasn’t amused any longer.

She was clutching my belt like a rosary, worrying the leather with her fingers, gaze locked on my briefs.

I took them off.

“God, Vito,” she whispered, shifting in her seat. “It’s better than porn.”

I settled my hands on my hips, letting her look her fill. “Do you want it?”

“You know I do. Get over here.”

“No, bella mia. I need you to show me how much you want my cock.” She started to widen her thighs, but I held up my hand. “Prove to me what a good little angel you can be, diavoletta.”

She straightened, her lust-filled expression eager and ready to play. “And how would I do that?”

“Take off everything but leave on your heels.”

Rising, she left my belt on the sofa, then removed her short jacket.

Underneath was a long-sleeved form-fitting black dress that hugged her curves.

I rubbed my tongue along the back of my teeth, wanting to peel her out of that garment and bite her everywhere.

But I forced myself to remain still, to keep in control.

She slid off each sleeve, one at a time, then skimmed the dress down her tits. No bra. Fuck me. Her nipples were hard and tight, begging for attention from my mouth, and my cock twitched, desperate for stimulation. I gave it a rough stroke.

The dress went lower and lower, revealing more and more skin, and a rush of heat went through me. She moved sensuously, deliberately, enticing me with her shy looks and big eyes. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.

She wriggled her hips and the dress fell to her feet.

She stepped out of the cloth, then removed the tiny scrap of lace that passed for a pair of panties.

When she straightened, a fist-sized ache lodged in my belly.

Madonna, what a sight. Long legs, flared hips, slightly rounded stomach . . . She was a gorgeous creature.

I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. “Clench the belt between your teeth and get on your hands and knees.”

Her brows drew together. “Why?”

I didn’t answer, merely waited, a standoff.

“You’re such a dick,” she muttered as she bent her knees and lowered herself to the floor. Then she reached for the belt and slipped it between her lips, biting down. Though she did what I’d asked, defiance emanated from every muscle and pore.

I wanted her sweet. My little angel. The only way to do so was to remind her who was in charge.

“Hands and knees,” I repeated. “And crawl here to me.”

For a split second I thought she might argue with me.

And then her body curled forward. She placed her hands on the thick rug and shuffled forward, moving her hands and knees, my belt dangling from her mouth.

So willing, so obedient. As I watched her approach, it felt like the wires in my brain disconnected.

I couldn’t move, couldn’t blink. Her complacency made me crazy, a man hanging onto the edge of sanity.

“That’s it,” I told her. “Do what I say and I’ll reward you, angelo mio. ”

The room had very little furniture, so I could see everything—the sway of her small breasts and how her thigh muscles shifted. Her long arms. The ass I couldn’t wait to bite.

And I could fuck her bare.

My cock throbbed at the memory of seeing my come seeping out of her pussy. I’d never forget it as long as I lived. Since the age of twelve, I always wore condoms, never forgot. Yet with Maggie, my only thought in the alley had been to get inside her as quickly as possible, responsibility forgotten.

I didn’t know why, but that was a worry for later.

She stopped in front of me, leather between her teeth, eyes slightly dazed. She likes this. I bent down and took the belt from her mouth, then tilted her face toward me. “Va bene. Now your reward.” I pressed a soft kiss to her plump lips. “Stand up.”

When she rose, I faced her away from me. “Hands.” She put her arms behind her back and I wrapped the belt around her wrists, securing them together. “Allora, bend over the end of the couch.”

Silently, she crossed the room again, this time on her feet, and draped herself over the sofa.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes briefly, the sight so tempting, so sexy that it was almost too much.

When I felt more in control, I walked over behind her and shoved her legs wider, spreading her open for me.

Her pussy was swollen, wet, and had my come in it.

Fuck, that was hot.

Dropping to my knees, I held her open and tasted her.

She jolted, so I grabbed the belt with one hand, pushing it higher to force her forward over the couch, keeping her still as my tongue went to work.

Her musky scent filled my nostrils, and I ate her like she was my favorite meal.

I shoved my tongue in her entrance, piercing her like a cock, then flicked her clit until Maggie started to shake.

I didn’t want her coming, so I eased off and gentled my lips, teasing. Savoring.

After a few moments of this torture, she was squirming, thrashing, moaning at the same time that she cursed my name. “Goddamn it, Vito. Please .”

I groaned into her slickness, not ready to give this up yet. Her pussy was heaven, a blessed paradise, and I’d been afforded far too little joy in my life. If her flesh were an altar, I would worship every fucking day.

My cock head weeped, precum seeping, and I couldn’t wait any longer. Pushing to my feet, I lined up at her entrance and pushed inside. She squeezed me so tight that I saw stars. Breathing deep, I clutched her hips and tried not to shoot right then.

“Oh, god. More,” she begged over her shoulder. “Give it to me. Hurry. Please.”

I slammed in the rest of the way and all the air left my lungs in a rush. Santo madre di dio. The heat was so intense, the perfect clasp of her cunt fisted around me, that I trembled like a newborn foal. “Dio mio,” I heard myself rasp.

A few seconds later I was ready. I grabbed the belt and pulled on her wrists. “You look so good, wrapped up and helpless, unable to do anything but lie here and take it.”

“Now,” she whined.

“What do you want, bella ? ”

“You know what I want.” She pressed up on her toes, bringing me deeper. “Let’s go.”

“That is not being sweet.” I curled over her back and dropped kisses along her spine. “Ask me very nicely.”

With a frustrated groan, she tried to twist and grind her hips, but I was stronger. When she realized that wouldn’t work, she sagged onto the arm of the couch and whimpered. “ Please .”

I spread her cheeks apart and brushed my fingers over the tight pucker of her asshole. A shiver went through her and her pussy contracted. “Vito!” she breathed.

“I need to hear it.” I circled her hole with my thumb. “I need to hear il mio dolce angioletto begging me to fuck her.”

“My sweet . . .?”

“Little angel.” Bending, I spit on her hole, then used the lubrication to slip the tip of my thumb inside her. She moaned, my beautiful dirty girl. “Beg me and I’ll give you what you need.”

Her voice softened. “ Please , Vito. Fuck me. Please, please, please .”

A surge of lust and power stole through my veins.

I bared my teeth and began fucking her hard, my hips crashing into hers with so much force that the couch began to slide across the floor.

Each time I sank into her felt better than the last. I kept my thumb in her ass and built up a steady, punishing rhythm, stroking in and out, in and out, as rivulets of sweat broke out on my brow and ran down to my chest. Her cries built in volume, so I didn’t stop. I needed her to come on my dick.

I knew from our night at the casino that she liked when I spoke in my language, so I began saying all kinds of things, anything I could think of, like how I loved her fire and spirit.

That I was sorry for hurting her with the fake wedding band.

How I’d kidnap her and put her in a cage on a yacht, if I could.

My thumb continued to caress her hole, and soon she tensed and arched her back.

“Right there, don’t stop. Oh, god. Right there! ” Then she was coming, her walls milking me, the orgasm washing over her, and she shook and trembled against the couch. I fucked her through it, then pulled out as soon as she sagged into the furniture.

Gently, I pulled her to her feet and released her wrists from the belt. Her dazed expression stared up at me. “Did you . . . ?”

“Not yet.” Holding one of her hands, I dropped onto the sofa and brought her with me, positioning her thighs so she straddled me. I slid my palms over her legs then up to her hips. “Do you know what I was thinking about during my lap dance today?”

“What?”

Lifting my hands from her body, I rested my arms on the back of the sofa. “That I wished it was you grinding on my dick instead.”

She peeked at me, her mouth curling into a shy, pleased smile. “Really?”

“Fuck, yes. Now, start moving.”