Page 19 of Malicious Marriage (Mafia Lords of Sin #9)

DEAN

“ W e were supposed to sleep,” Clover murmurs into the crook of my neck.

“Were we?” I’m too distracted to sleep. The sudden flurry of hot sex in the kitchen was unexpected, but even more so was Clover’s invitation for me to stay.

Maybe I should have turned her down, but it never crossed my mind.

I’ve tasted her now. I’ve felt her pussy around my cock, her breath against my skin, her moans against my lips.

There’s no going back. I’m well and truly hooked, and I don’t care when it happened.

All I care about is that this is where I want to be right this second.

We tried to keep our hands off each other while cleaning up the coffee and slipping out of the expensive dress and suit.

I was supposed to keep myself entertained while Clover showered and she was supposed to set up a guest room while I showered.

But when I came out of the shower with the steam of heat clinging to my skin, Clover was still in her towel sitting on the bed with the softest look on her face and all other plans just melted away.

“Isn’t that why we came to bed?” Her words write softly across my skin. Clover laughs softly. “It’s late. Long night. Stress has been relieved.”

“Is that all I am?” Despite Clover’s desire to hide herself with the towel, and then the duvet when she dove under the covers, my desire to see all of her is growing by the second.

I entertain myself by lazily caressing her bare shoulder with my fingertips, but I want more. If she will let me, of course.

“Stress relief?” Her head slides away from my shoulder to the pillow, so I turn my head to meet her gaze. “Mmm… Maybe.” She grins.”

“Cheeky.” Her smile is as irresistible as her lips, so I lean in for another kiss, but I pause just before our lips meet, giving her the choice to reciprocate or push me away.

Her mouth presses against my own and my heart soars in delight.

Pushing lightly into the kiss, I shift up onto one elbow until I’m over the top of her and she’s rolled onto her back.

The kiss breaks and her gorgeous green eyes are suddenly void of color as the darkness of desire floods them.

“Does this hurt?” Clover’s attention drops to my shoulder where the burn scars splash from my shoulder to my chest and down the majority of my arm.

“No.” I watch her face as she examines me while following the tickle of her touch in my mind’s eye. “I’m more sensitive, but there’s no pain.”

“Wow,” she breathes out, her eyes wide as she gently strokes all over my shoulder and down my bicep. “There’s so much.”

“My back is the worst.”

She looks at me with a silent question in her eyes, so I sit up fully and face away from her so she can see the large splash of scarring across my back. It stretches from my burned shoulder down across my back to the opposite side of my ribs. “How did it turn out like this?”

Not the sexiest topic, but the intimate way she touches me with care makes it easier to talk about.

“My brother ran in to save my sister and neither of them came back out. So I went in to get them. I was halfway up the stairs when the steps gave out and I fell down to the basement. It sort of saved my life, but some of the flaming wood fell on me. It burned. I burned. I woke up in hospital two weeks later.”

“Oh, my God.” Clover’s touch trembles and then vanishes.

I’m about to turn and face her when the familiar softness of her lips presses warmly against the scar tissue, and my gut flutters like I’ve swallowed a handful of butterflies. Her touch is so tender and I cannot recall the last time someone treated me so gently.

“I’m so sorry that happened.”

“It was a long time ago,” I murmur. “Old and forgotten.” To an extent.

“Not by you,” Clover replies. Her lips are replaced by her touch, so I turn around to face her, but as I do, she quickly draws the duvet over herself as if fearing what I might see.

“Are you shy?” I ask gently, seeking out what boundaries lie here.

“Uh…” Clover’s face suddenly flushes red and she shakes her head. “No, I just… if you wanna… y’know, let me just—” She cuts herself off and reaches toward the bedside table as if to turn the light off. I’m faster and I catch her wrist gently before she can.

“If I’m to do anything with you, darling, I want to see you.”

“But…” Clover hesitates and cuts herself off as her cheeks redden further.

What is she suddenly shy of? Is it my scars?

Something for her own comfort? “But what? Were my actions in the kitchen not enough to tell you just how much I desire you?” I’m teasing, but it was dim in the kitchen with only one light on.

It added to the sexiness of the sex, I won’t deny it, but Clover is so beautiful and I want to see all of her.

“You were amazing.” Her smile flickers. “I just… with the light off is better.”

“If you’re looking for sensory play, then a blindfold is much more effective.”

“No, but it’s just… isn’t it better with the lights off?”

My brow raises. “Why would it be better?”

Clover’s eyes narrow suddenly. “Have you seen yourself?”

I glance down at my bare chest, uncertain. “Huh?”

“Look at you. You’re built like a freaking Greek statue.”

“Is this… not attractive to you?” I suspect where this is going, but teasing Clover a little further feels like the easiest way to get the real reason out of her.

“No! Oh, my God.” She sits up abruptly, still holding the duvet to her chest. “Look at you and then look at me. I bet we even weigh the same, but mine isn’t all muscle. I’m fat, and so you don’t have to look at me, the lights being off is…” She breathes deeply. “It makes sense.”

“You’re not fat,” I say gently.

Her gaze turns to daggers. “Let’s not play that game. I am. I’m not ashamed of it but I know it’s not sexy.”

“No, you don’t understand what I mean.” I move close to her and take her hand. “You have fat, yes. Your size is not an issue nor a bother for me, but my point is that you have fingernails but they’re not a defining trait. Therefore, your size is not a defining trait.”

“The world doesn’t work like that.”

“Terribly, yes, but I’m not talking about the world. I’m talking about us. You wouldn’t define me by my scars, would you?”

She immediately shakes her head. “Of course not!”

“What if I told you the person I wanted to sleep with wanted the lights off so they didn’t see the scars?”

“I…” She frowns briefly. “I’d probably tell you that you don’t deserve to be with someone who would expect you to hide.”

“So here I sit, telling you I want to see you. I already know what you look like, Clover, and if my actions in the kitchen aren’t enough to tell you how attractive I find you, then let me spell it out for you. I want to see every gorgeous inch of you and I don’t want you to hide from me.”

Her lower lip wobbles and she curls it immediately into her mouth. “But…”

“But?” I coax gently, leaning in. “What if I tell you that I’m already picturing you naked?

Or that I’m aching for a taste of that sweet slit between your legs?

You’re a beautiful woman and I don’t care to think about whoever made you think that you were only acceptable in the dark, but I promise you…

” I lean closer until we’re nose to nose.

“I ache and desire to see every part of you. But if you’re truly uncomfortable, then I will respect that. ”

Change isn’t easy. I can’t unravel all of Clover’s body issues in one night, but I can be honest in my desire for her.

That honesty seems to reach her to some degree and she slowly relinquishes her iron grip on the duvet.

I reward her with a kiss and once I start, I don’t stop.

Keeping Clover’s comfort in mind, I keep my movements much slower than they were in the kitchen.

I kiss her deeply, then nibble a path down her throat to her shoulders and down further to the swell of her large breasts.

My body slowly pushes away the covers as I move over Clover and then start my slow, deliberate path down her curvaceous body.

She trembles like a leaf beneath me. I imagine the thoughts in her mind are being unkind, so I focus on lavishing as much attention as I can all over her.

I cup her breasts, massage the soft flesh between my fingers, and suckle gently on her nipples until she’s panting as fast as she’s trembling.

Each breast receives the same amount of attention and when I’m not kissing and nibbling gently on her nipples, I’m kissing all around the soft curves of her body.

I bury my face in her cleavage, place multiple slow kisses down her body, and even dare to tickle her as I worship around her ribs and down toward her navel.

Her laugh betrays her nerves, but the more attention I give her, the more she starts to relax.

Over the rise of her stomach, I caress and stroke her body as tenderly as I can and by the time I reach the rise of her thick, alluring thighs, I’m already hard.

Everything about her appeals to me, but it’s her kindness and sincerity that make her all the more alluring.

My own desire is nothing more than to make her feel amazing, and it seems to be working.

It’s heaven buried between her thick thighs as I leave multiple little red bite marks on the soft, sensitive inner skin of her thighs.

She twitches and gasps, shifts and moans, and by the time I reach the crease of her pussy, she seems to be trembling for an entirely different reason.

Her core becomes my focus so I loop both my arms around her thighs and bury my face firmly against her pussy.

She’s soaked once more, making her all the sweeter as I slide my tongue between her lips and taste her for the first time.

My cock throbs with need, but it becomes an afterthought as Clover whimpers so sweetly and all I care about is drawing another orgasm out of her.

And another.

As many as she allows.

I drag my tongue flat through her folds, firm the tip to a point, and flick over her clit, roll it and weave back and forth across her pussy and dip into her entrance with hungry care.

No inch of her goes untouched or unlicked.

Between the pattern of licks, I kiss her all over and focus open-mouthed, sucking kisses over her clit which seem to draw the sexiest sounds out of her.

Before long, her thighs are closing around my head and her hips rock repeatedly up against my face as she chases the orgasm I’ve caressed out of her.

When she comes, her thighs seal me against her pussy and my entire existence for a few long moments is for nothing but her pleasure.

I’m breathless by the time she releases me. Leaning up, I glimpse her flushed, rosy face and she looks so utterly beautiful.

“I–I’m sorry,” Clover gasps, one hand over her mouth.

“Don’t be.” I grin. “And I’m not finished.”

We spend the rest of the night like that.

I can’t keep my hands or my mouth off her.

I eat Clover to another orgasm, then a third with my fingers while she discovers she enjoys having her ass eaten at the same time.

By the time I’ve fingered her to another orgasm while lavishing attention over her breasts, one kiss from her lips to my cock and I come all over the towel from my shower.

Clover’s reaction is adorable as she fears I’ve missed out, but I explain how all of my pleasure from tonight came from pleasing her.

That was the excitement for me.

We fall asleep tangled together, utterly exhausted, and I could sleep my life away with her next to me but unfortunately, my bladder has other ideas.

It draws me from a deep sleep a little after ten, but Clover is still out for the count.

I kiss her temple, ease myself out of bed, and slip off to the bathroom.

By the time I’ve relieved myself, I’m wide awake and the beautiful blue sky outside is enough to chase away any lingering sleep.

So, breakfast it is.

I dress in just my boxers, then return to Clover twenty minutes later with a light breakfast of fruit, cereal, and tea.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

She yawns and stretches like a cat and when she opens her eyes, she looks at me like she can’t quite believe I’m here. “Wow,” she murmurs. “Good morning.”