Page 29 of Malicious Marriage (Mafia Lords of Sin #9)

DEAN

S he pushes away and pulls me back in the same breath. I shouldn’t give in. I should respect her earlier request that we don’t mingle business with pleasure.

But I can’t resist.

She kisses me with purpose and I’m a weak man when presented with exactly what I want. I want her. So I pull her close and increase the pressure behind the kiss until she’s dipped backward and fully supported by my arm around her waist.

“Clover,” I say as the kiss breaks and we both gasp softly for air.

“No.” Her fingers brush over my lips to silence me and when our eyes meet, the dark lust in hers sends my heart into a flurry. “Don’t speak. Don’t. Just kiss me again. Please .”

How can I resist such a sweet, honest request?

I purse my lips slightly and kiss her fingers, then brush past her touch and claim her plump, thick red lips once more.

They’re cushiony soft and taste very faintly of something sweet that drives my hunger to kiss her again and again.

I want to throw her down on the bed, tear off her dress, and fuck her right here and now until she’s screaming my name like a prayer.

But not yet.

Using my hold on her waist, I move us away from the dresser and toward the bed.

Clover moves easily while caressing my arms up to my neck. One of her hands slides into my hair and she strokes though the strands, then grips tightly and pulls slightly.

I break the kiss with a soft growl then lean in and very lightly catch her lower lip between my teeth. Her eyes widen as she pulls back and her lip slips from my teeth.

We reach the bed and Clover stumbles when her calves bump against the edge. I keep her upright with my arm around her waist and kiss her once more, slowly and tenderly. My tongue swipes briefly over her lower lip, then across the seam of her mouth with enough pressure to entice entry.

Clover moans softly and when her lips part, my tongue slides inside against hers. They dance together in a soft, slow waltz, sliding against one another as I feel and taste every inch of her. Even the teasing nip of her teeth is enough to send an excited rush down my spine.

I shiver and her grip in my hair tightens, which causes another shiver to curl warmly down my spine.

We break for air and our noses briefly bump together while we pant.

As Clover catches her breath, I kiss her jaw and follow the soft curve to her ear where her glittering, dangling earrings are cold against my cheek.

Continuing down her neck, I don’t stop until I reach the edge of the glittering lace fabric covering her shoulders.

As much as I’d love to lavish attention through the netting, I’d rather not have glitter stuck to my tongue.

Very slowly, I start peeling the sheer fabric away from Clover’s shoulders and kissing each inch of bare skin that’s exposed.

From one shoulder, across her collarbone to the other, I weave a hot path of small, open-mouthed kisses that cause her skin to flush a soft pink.

“Dean,” Clover moans softly as she continuously runs her fingers through my hair.

“On the bed, darling.” I ease her backward and catch her as she falls, watching how her curvaceous body bounces and sways as she lands.

She’s about to prop herself up on an elbow, but I stop her by crawling over the top of her and taking her hand in mine.

The sheer netting slides down her arm and gathers at her wrist where I place several soft kisses before sliding it from her completely.

I repeat the same for her other arm, and since it’s free due to already unlacing the ribbon at her back, her corset falls away from her chest, exposing her large breasts.

Her pink nipples are already stiff peaks as if ready and waiting for me, so I sink forward and bury my face between her soft breasts. Both her hands grip onto my hair, then one slides down and caresses the back of my neck as I kiss along to her nipple and take the bud into my mouth.

Clover moans softly and her body rolls up against mine like a gentle wave.

Bracing on one arm beside her on the bed, my focus becomes gently rolling her nipple in my mouth, suckling and nibbling until she’s a panting mess beneath me.

By the time her moans crack, I move on to her other nipple to even the sensations.

“Dean,” Clover moans, tossing her head back and forth and ruining the perfect swirl of her curls. “Oh, my God!”

Her skin flushes hot under my tongue and pride swells in my chest as I kiss away from her breasts and down her tummy.

Kiss after kiss walks a path past her navel to her hips and her dress falls away under my careful hands.

I have to lean up to pull her dress off completely, and Clover lies before me, panting and flushed, wearing only her lace stockings and black panties.

“Fuck,” I groan, dropping my hand to my tenting crotch. “Do you have any idea how good you look right now?”

Her cheeks flush darker and she moves as if to hide herself from my view, so I surge forward, catch her wrists, and lightly pin them above her head. “Don’t you dare. I want to see you. Spread your legs for me, darling.”

Trembling, she obeys while her tongue darts out to nervously lick her lower lip. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack,” she gasps.

“What a way to go, hmm?” I smirk. “Death by sex… I can get behind it.”

“Dean!”

“What?” Sharing a laugh, I kiss her and map out her smile with my lips. “You’re telling me death on my cock in the middle of orgasm wouldn’t be utter bliss?”

She groans deeply and kisses me once more, then I slide away and discard my shirt from my overheating skin. Clover’s eyes darken further and she reaches for me, briefly touching my chest as I slide out of reach and settle between her parted thighs.

“Look at you,” I murmur, my eyes on her glistening panties. “I can see how soaked you are.”

“Oh, God,” Clover gasps, and both her hands dart up to cover her face.

“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s hot.” But I’m not done teasing her. Rather than sinking into her sweet heat like I crave, I resist and instead run one knuckle up and down the length of her pussy, stroking over the damp material and soaking up the heat radiating from her slit.

She quivers at my touch. Each of her thick thighs trembles at the contact as if she’s resisting the urge to close her legs.

On each stroke, I softly twist my knuckle and press firmly against her hidden clit, then stroke down again, back and forth until my knuckle is as soaked as her panties and my cock is so hard I’m certain my balls will burst.

But it’s worth it. Clover’s hands gradually fall from her face to clutch at her breasts and tease her own nipples. Her head tosses back and forth and her eyes roll when she tries to grind down on my knuckle, but I very deliberately keep the touch light and teasing.

“Oh, my God, I can’t. I can’t!” Sweat gleams against her skin, glittering in the low light, and she twists her nipples as she draws her breasts up against her. “It’s too much.”

“Want me to stop?” I purr softly.

“God no, I want you to fuck me!” Clearly, her embarrassment is a thing of the past with how turned on she is.

“All you had to do was ask.” With a smirk, I pull her soaked panties down her legs and toss them aside.

Then I grasp her hips and flip her over onto her stomach so fast that she squeaks in fright, but it turns into a long, satisfied moan when I pull her hips up so she’s on her knees and bury my face in her pussy.

The heat is almost overwhelming, like stepping out into the midday sun, but it’s just as addictive.

I want to taste every inch of her, feel her tremble apart from my actions, savor the rush of sweetness when she can’t hold back any longer.

Her thighs become my anchor point as I thrust my tongue between her lips and taste every silky inch of her core.

Her clit, swollen and throbbing from the teasing, is just as divine as the rest of her and it doesn’t take long before my attention to her clit and entrance has her sobbing out her pleasure.

“Oh, God, yes, yes. Holy shit, yes, right there, Dean, right there!”

The way pleasure curls around her tone when she says my name makes my cock throb, and I’m almost seeing stars with how hard my cock aches to be inside her.

I could come like this, just eating her out for hours until she’s nothing but a trembling, spent mess.

And then I’d keep going and pull one last orgasm from her gorgeous body.

Her moans rise in pitch as she gets closer and closer. I focus on sucking her clit and eagerly eating her out so as not to ruin her flow. My beard quickly becomes soaked, my entire face is buried against her, and it’s not enough to satisfy this craving that exists in my soul for her. I need more.

I’ll always need more.

Clover comes with a sobbing scream. Her hands twist into the sheets below, her back bows, and she tosses her head back and forth, but just as she loses herself to the pleasure, I pull back and free my cock.

I thrust deep inside her while her core still pulses from her orgasm, and her moans abruptly cut off as if the entrance of my cock into her body has flicked a switch and she no longer remembers to breathe.

“That’s my girl,” I groan as her tight, silken heat closes around my cock like a hot glove. “Fucking hell, you feel amazing.”

Clover has no words to reply, only a raspy moan that sends shivers down my back.

I clutch her hips and start to fuck her as hard and as fast as I can manage with one leg on the floor and the other planted up on the bed.

It gives me better leverage to fuck her how she deserves to be fucked, and she eats it up like a starving woman.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God!” She chants rapidly in time with each of my thrusts and briefly tries to get up onto her hands, but the power of my thrusts and the rapid onslaught of pleasure they bring to her already sensitive body sends her back down to the bed.

It makes her back curve beautifully, so I drape over her and kiss her damp spine all the way up to her shoulders.

“That’s it, darling,” I purr in her ear, and it’s almost painful how much she tightens up around my cock when I call her darling. “Take every inch of me and then some.”

She tries to talk, but all that escapes her lips are gasps and whimpers. I brush some hair away from her gorgeous face and then slide my fingers across her lips. She takes the hint and latches onto them immediately, sucking with such fervor that my gut tightens and flips.

Fucking hell.

“That’s it,” I gasp, throwing my head back and closing my eyes.

“That’s it, darling, just like that.” I picture her in my mind while her body clings to and massages my cock on every needy thrust. She looked stunning coming down the aisle in the dress that’s now discarded on the floor.

In fact, she always looks stunning. It doesn’t matter what she wears.

Her smile is what draws me in, and the warmth in her eyes.

Fuck. I don’t want this moment to end.

Clover bites down hard on my fingers and I cry out, draping back over her as I pull my fingers from her mouth and slide them into her hair. Her breathless laugh is tinged with moans and she starts throwing her hips back to meet my thrusts.

I have nothing left to hold me back. She’s wrung me dry. She possesses me and I’m willingly owned.

I come hard on the next thrust and I wrap my arms around her to keep her close and tight against me while pumping load after load deep inside her where it belongs. This is my favorite place, the only place I ever want to be. Buried inside Clover with her in my arms.

“Holy… shit,” I gasp in her ear as I slam my hips forward for the final time and come to rest. “You… you’re stunning.”

“I know…”

Sleep comes after a few more rounds because we can’t keep our hands off one another. I bring her to orgasm with my fingers, mouth, and my cock until we pass out as exhaustion finally takes us.

The next morning, I wake slowly and wince at how raw my cock feels against the sheets. No regrets, though. Not a single one. Clover looks utterly peaceful asleep next to me so I kiss her cheek, pull on my boxers, and head downstairs yawning widely with coffee on my mind.

Maybe I can move a few things around and spend the day with her.

I’d like that a lot. But with sleep comes a touch of reality and there’s no guarantee Clover’s feelings toward me will have changed.

Last night could have been a moment of weakness—several very sexy moments.

But it’s still blurring a boundary she wants to keep.

Should I have stopped her?

Too many questions. Need coffee.

I trudge into the kitchen, but just as I head for the coffee machine, something clicks behind me. I turn.

There’s a man standing in the doorway with his gun pointed directly at me.

Nothing wakes me up faster than a spike of adrenaline and I immediately raise both hands while my eyes narrow. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Me?” barks the stranger. “I think the better question is who the fuck are you? And you’ve got three seconds to tell me before?—”

Clover comes flying into the kitchen with her hands outstretched toward the stranger. “Uncle, no!”