Page 49 of Empire of Seduction (New York State of Mafia #2)
But I needed to know if this was humanly possible. Because I’d done anal twice and neither man was close to Vito’s size. “Be serious. How many women have taken your dick in their ass? And I don’t mean professionals. I mean women like me.”
“Enough that I’m sure of what I’m doing. I’ll follow the steps and won’t rush you. It will only feel good, te lo prometto.”
His accent was thick now, which meant he was turned on. Turned on just thinking about fucking me back there. Was I going to do this? I nibbled on my lip, unsure. “What if I get naked and crawl on the floor, then give you an amazing blow job?”
“Keep going,” he urged, both hands sliding under my shirt to rub my lace-covered breasts.
“I’ll throw in a back rub.”
He chuckled and pinched my nipples. “By the time I’m through, you will beg for me to fuck your ass. Trust me, baby.”
I sighed as electric pulses raced from my nipples straight to my clit. “There is no chance of that happening, Vito. Zero.”
“Do you trust me to stop if you don’t like it?”
I answered without hesitation. “Of course.” Vito would never hurt me. Not purposely.
“Then there is no more discussing it. You will do as I say and not fight me. I will break you apart, angelo mio, but I promise to put you back together.”
“What if I don’t want to be broken apart?”
His thumb traced my bottom lip, his body surrounding me. “You are brave and strong, one of the strongest I know. You never back down, even when I wish you would. Don’t run scared now. Trust me to take care of you.”
My bones melted like hot wax. Was this really how he saw me?
Or was he trying to bend me to his will?
Because it was working. I trusted him and I was growing more and more curious.
Could I do it? Would I like it? I wasn’t one to run scared.
And who knew how many more nights I’d have this man in my life?
“Okay,” I blurted, making a quick decision. “But I need a glass of wine first.”
Dark satisfaction flashed over his expression before he reached for the bottle of wine. “Va bene, bella. Let’s go out to the fire pit.”
We carried our glasses outside and settled on the sofa in front of the fire pit. Heaters were placed overhead, buffering us from the Canadian chill. “This is nice out here,” I said as I tucked my feet beneath me. “Your apartment is beautiful.”
He angled toward me and stretched his arm out along the sofa back. “I’m glad you like it. I don’t use this place much.”
“When was the last time you brought a woman here?”
He took a long sip from his wine glass. “Why would you ask such a thing?”
Because it reminds me we are only temporary.
“I’m curious about your past. You’ve never had a wife or a girlfriend. So how do you meet women?”
“They approach me in restaurants and office buildings. On the street.” He lifted an elegant shoulder. “I’m not on an app, if that’s what you’re asking.”
I ignored the streak of jealousy strangling my lungs. Of course women were always throwing themselves at this man, just like I had in the casino bar. I swallowed a mouthful of wine, not even caring about the taste. “And the last time you brought one here?”
“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.”
“ Everything about 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.