Page 51 of Mafia Scars

My heart soared and could have popped out of my chest when I saw Luc.

All I knew was, my body moved to him, knowing him like it knew the muscle memory that used to enable me to dance.

I threw my arms around him when he picked me up, kissing me, holding me, making me feel like I was his.

“God,” he said. Emotion rippled in his voice. He took hold of my face and kissed me.

We only stopped kissing at the sound of someone clearing their throat in a very exaggerated way.

Claudius.

“Why, thanks, Claudius,” Claudius intoned with mock sarcasm. “So nice of you to rescue my girl, and yes, you were so right. A powerful Kawasaki engine definitely came in handy. Just like you said,” he taunted.

Luc smiled, released me, and went to give his brother one a full-on hug.

“Thank you,” Luc told him.

“Jesus Christ. I can’t remember the last timewehugged,” Claudius replied. “Don’t make it a habit. Don’t want people to think the Morientz brothers have gone soft.”

“Like fuck we have.”

“That’s more like it.” Claudius gave him a playful punch in his shoulder.

The two together fascinated me.

“There is much to be done. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

Claudius nodded. “Forget work. Go look after your woman. She missed you.”

I appreciated the comment. When Luc turned back to me and gazed at me with deep adoration, I knew in that moment that I would never feel the way I did about him with anyone else.

It was a fact and I knew it with certainty.

Chapter 11

Amelia

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His mouth ravished mine.

His tongue warring with mine, invading my mouth with a wet heat that spoke of our passion.

There were so many ways to kiss him, but this was an impossible kiss, resonating from need, greed, madness.

We crashed into the wall of his room, and the coolness of the concrete pressed against my skin.

All I wore were my black lace panties. Everything else had come off before I entered his bedroom. Wild, raw need passed between us, and nothing else existed but that.

His mouth left mine, and he placed fiery kisses all along my neck with his hungry lips. He traced the contour of my throat, trailing down to my breasts, where he paused to suck me. His teeth scraped over my diamond-hard nipples. My breasts heaved against him as he squeezed and fondled them.

Lapping at my nipples, he worked the tips to life, and I moaned with each lick, my breath growing ragged and strained.

He sucked until it was almost painful, giving me pleasure because he knew how much I liked that.

I reached down to feel his cock through the fabric of his pants. I grew wet just from feeling how hard it was, massive and ready for me.

“You want me inside you, goddess?”