Page 33 of Malicious Marriage (Mafia Lords of Sin #9)

DEAN

I toss Clover onto the bed and crawl over her, claiming her lips in another hungry kiss. Despite the desire burning hot in my heart and igniting a fire through my entire body, I keep my movements slow and match the gentle, intimate energy she gives me.

Her fingers thread through my hair like every touch is precious and when she slides my shirt from my shoulders, her warm, soft hands caress down my scars with such tender softness that it almost brings a tear to my eye.

She’s touching me like I’m valuable and after everything that’s happened tonight, I can’t even describe how loved that makes me feel. I kiss her deeply, weaving my tongue lazily into her mouth and drinking down her small, breathless moans like they’re my air.

Her hands stroke down to my elbows and one sweeps across my back with the same tender touch as before until her fingertips reach the dip of my spine. From there, she strokes down to the waistband of my pants and tugs impatiently.

I roll us over and Clover laughs when she’s on top.

From there, I struggle with the buttons of her sheer blouse due to the alcohol in my system making dealing with small buttons harder than it needs to be.

Thankfully, she takes pity on me and helps.

As soon as the blouse falls away and reveals her gorgeous, voluptuous body, I roll us back over, placing myself on top and burying my face in her soft, cushiony breasts.

Her soft giggles are the best sound I have ever heard in my life so as I kiss down the rise and curves of her body, I make sure to whisper against her skin.

Tickling here and there makes her squirm and giggle louder until I reach her skirt, which I remove in an instant, leaving her in only her sheer tights.

They make her thick thighs glitter like a hundred stars fell from above just to kiss her skin.

I make a distant mental note to buy her a new pair as I rip her tights at her crotch with both hands.

“Dean!” She squeals and presses her thighs together, so I thrust my hand between them and angle my thumb knuckle up against her pussy. One stroke of pressure against her core and she dissolves into a breathless, surprised moan.

“Yes, darling?” Hovering back over her, I kiss her after each word while she winds her arms around my shoulders and rocks down on my knuckle.

“Those were my favorite tights.”

“I’ll buy you five more,” I whisper against her lips. “But let me fuck you in them.”

She chokes on her giggle and when our eyes meet, they sparkle like gemstones against the gorgeous pink flush of her cheeks. “What a way with words you have.”

“It’s a talent.”

Those are the last words we speak to one another.

We kiss and barely break apart as the last fumble to get out of our clothes becomes a race against desire.

My slacks cling to my thighs like a second skin, but after a flurry of irritated kicking, they tumble free and I roll Clover back on top to help her untangle her panties from her ripped tights.

It proves an impossible task so I roll her back over, grab the fabric, and pull with all my strength.

Clover squeaks loudly as her panties bunch together past her lips and press firmly against her clit, but luckily, the fabric rips swiftly and before she can complain at the loss of another piece of clothing, I thrust my cock inside her in one smooth move.

She’s utterly soaked just from our teasing and her pussy grips me like hot, silken heaven. My eyes roll back as her nails scrape down my chest and she tweaks one of my nipples with the cheekiest smirk on her beautiful face.

Fuck.

I think I’m falling in love with her.

Maybe I already have.

Our mouths lock together and I start to thrust slowly into her, lacking the usual rough and hard pace we’ve grown accustomed to. This time, I want to feel and watch every single reaction from her as I press myself as deep as I can reach and then pull out until just the tip teases at her entrance.

Pleasure writes like poetry across her face, from the way her brows knit together, the hot flush of her cheeks, the way she presses her lips together and how her eyelashes flutter.

My favorite is when I thrust deep and she bows her body into me with a deep moan while her lower lip curls into her mouth.

I hold her closer and we roll onto our sides, allowing me to brace one leg on the bed and thrust even deeper inside her.

She claws at my shoulders and grips on for dear life. Her teeth nip at my lower lip when we change angles for kissing and breathing. Her hips rise to meet mine with every thrust and it’s like we’re dancing on the silk sheets to music only we can hear.

Clover lasts until I trail one hand down her body and move it between us.

A few seconds of teasing her clit and she throws her head back with a loud cry, coming like it’s all her body knows how to do.

Her core tightens around me and her fingernails leave grooves in my shoulders while she trembles and quivers against me, almost sobbing out her pleasure.

I come the second she looks at me with blissful, desire-filled eyes and kisses me like I’m the most precious thing she’s ever touched.

And in that moment, I know the truth.

The only truth I can trust.

I love her.

What an unexpected delight.

“Sleep well?” I ask as Clover dances into the kitchen, freshly showered and smelling of oranges and cream.

“Yup. You?”

I can’t even hide my smile. “Like a baby.”

“Is sex with me that boring?” She pouts softly and makes a beeline for the coffee maker.

“You caught me.” I smirk. “I was so bored out of my mind that I fell asleep like a light.”

“Damn,” Clover sighs. “I knew it. Guess I gotta up my game.”

She looks different today. Or I’m seeing her in a new light.

I can’t tell. Her hair seems fuller and I want to run my fingers through the waves.

Her smile seems brighter, and her mouthwateringly curvaceous body looks extra delicious in the yellow sundress she wears.

Do I have time to take it off and ravage her?

A quick glance at my phone tells me no.

“Thank you for last night.”

Clover spins to face me with coffee in hand, causing the flow of her skirt to swish and give me a delicious tease of her upper thigh. “Are you thanking me for sex?”

“No, darling. I’m thanking you for lending me an ear and giving me space to process.”

Her beautiful, soft face instantly tenses. “How are you feeling about all of that? And Trisha?”

“Honestly?” I slide from my stool and grab my phone. “I don’t know. In those weeks after you told me about Conor, I tried to prepare myself for the worst. I tried to tell myself there was a chance, but nothing I did prepared me for how I’d feel such loss upon learning the truth.”

She nods and her gaze falls to her cup.

“But don’t worry about that.” I catch her chin and lift her gorgeous eyes to mine. “I have to meet Don and I’m already late, but when I get back tonight, let me cook you dinner.”

“You won’t hear me complaining.” Despite the warmth in her smile, it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Is she that worried about me?

“I’m fine,” I reassure her and I kiss her softly. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Don’t forget you owe me underwear and tights!” she calls after me.

“I won’t forget!”

Outside, Jack greets me with a grim smile. “You good?”

“No, but I’m working on it.”

“Trisha’s been blowing up my phone.”

“Yeah, I blocked her on mine. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” Jack snorts. “Bitch deserves it.”

“I can’t imagine what she thought I would do when the results came back.”

“I do.” Jack holds the door open. “She’s so twisted, I bet she expected you to kill Conor in a jealous rage and come back to her because you’re so attached to the idea of a child that the child’s parentage doesn’t matter.”

Sliding into the car, I groan. “Sounds like something she would come up with.”

“Right?” Jack hurries around to the driver’s seat and as he gets situated, I get a call from Andrew.

Shit. I’ve been forced to field that guy's calls for a few weeks now while being neck deep in the Russian disaster.

“Hello?”

“I’d worry that you just didn’t care anymore if not for the fact that the checks are still coming,” Andrew drawls. “What’s happenin’, Boss?”

“I’m sorry. You’ve seen the news. I’m sure you know.”

“Gang brutality floods the streets of New York. Aye, I’ve seen it.”

“I just haven’t had space or time to deal with you. I’m sorry.”

“All good. All good. But you really gotta listen to what I found.”

“About?”

“Hailey. You remember I called right before your wedding and you told me to check and verify before we were to act?”

“I do.” Jack’s curious eyes meet mine in the mirror. “You found something?”

“I did. And as I was verifying , what I found got flagged again. Twice in two months is pretty concrete, don’t you think?”

“I do. Tell me everything.”