Page 22 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings (Alpha Mafia Kings #1)

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I stared at him in disbelief, heat and desperation making my voice crack. “Please. I’m dying here. You can feel it, can’t you? How hot my skin is? How wet I am? This isn’t just discomfort anymore, it’s heat toxicity.”

His eyes softened for a moment, something like regret flickering in their icy depths, but his grip on my hips remained firm. “No.”

I bit my lip, fighting back tears of frustration. This wasn’t working. Mr. Iceflare, the most dominant of the three, was going to be the hardest to break; I should have known that. His self-control stood impenetrable, while I had nothing but desperation and omega pheromones at my disposal.

“I hate you,” I told him, though there was no heat in it, just desperate frustration.

“Perhaps you’d prefer someone with fewer inhibitions?” a smooth voice called from across the room.

I turned to find Mr. Enigma lounging on his bed, propped up on one elbow in a pose that somehow managed to be both casual and deliberately seductive despite his nakedness.

His green eyes gleamed with predatory interest, his cock hard and ready against his thigh.

He looked like some Renaissance painting of a fallen angel—beautiful, dangerous, and utterly confident.

“Our friend seems determined to deny himself, and you, what you both clearly want,” Mr. Enigma continued, his voice a silken caress that seemed to reach across the room to touch my heated skin. “I, however, have no such qualms about indulging in life’s pleasures.”

Mr. Iceflare’s jaw clenched, a muscle jumping beneath the skin. “Back off.”

“Why should I?” Mr. Enigma challenged, not moving from his languid pose. “You’ve made your choice, and it’s clearly the wrong one. Look at him—desperate, burning up with heat, and you’re still playing the noble alpha? That’s not nobility; it’s cruelty.”

Mr. Storm, who had been watching silently from his own bed, shifted slightly, his eyes moving between us with calculating intensity. Something unspoken seemed to pass between the three alphas, a tension I could feel crackling in the air like lightning before a storm.

Mr. Enigma’s gaze returned to me, a slow smile spreading across his face. “What do you say, little mouse? Would you like me to give you what he won’t? Would you like to feel what it’s like to be properly appreciated?”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. My heat was a roaring inferno, and Mr. Iceflare’s rejection had only thrown more fuel on the flames. “Please,” I whispered, the word heavy with need.

Mr. Enigma’s smile widened, a flash of triumph in his eyes, not just at my acceptance, but at something deeper, something that had to do with the complex dynamic between these three alphas.

He rose from his bed, moving toward us with the unhurried confidence of a predator who knows his prey can’t escape.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Mr. Iceflare growled, his hands tightening on my hips.

“Taking what you’ve foolishly rejected,” Mr. Enigma replied, reaching us and extending his hand to me. “Come, little omega. Let me show you how an alpha should treat someone in your condition.”

I placed my hand in his, allowing him to help me off Mr. Iceflare’s lap.

The contrast was striking. Where Mr. Iceflare was all cold control and restraint, Mr. Enigma radiated heat and indulgence, his touch promising pleasure without reservation.

It was like choosing between an iceberg and a volcano, and right now, I needed the heat.

“You’ll regret this,” Mr. Iceflare warned, though it wasn’t clear whether he was speaking to me or Mr. Enigma.

“The only regret here,” Mr. Enigma replied, leading me back to his bed, “is that you’re too stubborn to admit what you want. Feel free to watch, though. Maybe you’ll learn something.”

He guided me onto his bed with unexpected gentleness, his green eyes never leaving mine as he positioned himself beside me. “Such a pretty little omega,” he murmured, his hand trailing down my chest, my stomach, to where my cock lay hard and leaking against my belly.

I couldn’t help glancing over at Mr. Iceflare, finding his ice-blue eyes burning with something that looked dangerously close to murderous rage. Good. Let him watch. Let him see what he was missing by being so stubborn. Let him suffer a little, like I’d been suffering.

“You’re thinking about him still,” Mr. Enigma said, his thumb brushing over my nipple and drawing my attention back to him. “Let me help you forget everything but feeling good. Can I do that for you, little mouse?”

“Yes,” I whispered, arching into his touch. “Please.”

His smile was all alpha—confident, predatory, with just a hint of tenderness that made my heart skip.

“I’m going to taste every inch of you,” he promised, his voice dropping to a register that made my toes curl.

“And I want you to watch our friends while I do. See how they react to seeing you come apart for me.”

Mr. Iceflare watched with barely contained fury, his chain taut as he unconsciously strained forward. Beside him, Mr. Storm stared with quiet intensity, his stormy eyes dark with hunger.

“He looks like he wants to punch you,” I whispered to Mr. Enigma.

“Good,” Mr. Enigma purred before lowering his head to press his lips to mine.

Where Mr. Iceflare’s kiss had been all dominance and claiming, Mr. Enigma’s was seduction incarnate.

His lips moved against mine, teasing and playful.

His tongue traced the seam of my lips before dipping inside, exploring with deliberate thoroughness that left me gasping.

He tasted of cinnamon and something darker, his scent enveloping me with comforting warmth.

“Sweet,” he murmured against my lips. “Like honey and jasmine. I could get drunk on your taste alone.”

“You’re quite the charmer,” I said softly, trailing my fingers down his chest. “Do those lines work on all your conquests?”

He chuckled, the sound warm against my skin. “Only the special ones,” he replied, nipping playfully at my lower lip. “And you, little mouse, are definitely special.”

His mouth traced a path down my throat, lingering at the sensitive spot where my pulse raced beneath the skin. When his teeth grazed my scent gland, I couldn’t hold back a whimper as pleasure jolted through my entire body, my back arching involuntarily.

“Sensitive here,” he noted before deliberately licking over the spot again, his tongue hot and wet against the swollen gland.

“Why don’t you find out where else?” I suggested, letting my thighs fall open. “I’m all yours to explore.”

The chain at Mr. Iceflare’s wrist rattled sharply as he shifted position. His eyes had darkened to midnight blue, his jaw clenched so tight I could see a muscle jumping beneath his skin.

Mr. Enigma’s mouth moved lower, his lips tracing a path across my collarbone, down to my chest. He captured one nipple between his teeth, tugging gently before soothing the sting with his tongue. The dual sensation sent sparks of pleasure racing through me, drawing a genuine cry from my lips.

“He looks like he wants to strangle me now,” Mr. Enigma murmured against my skin, glancing toward Mr. Iceflare with undisguised amusement.

“Just wait,” I gasped as he switched to my other nipple, giving it the same thorough attention. “He’ll be planning your funeral soon.”

Mr. Enigma continued downward, his tongue tracing patterns on my stomach that made my muscles jump and twitch. Without warning, he took my cock into his mouth, the sudden wet heat enveloping me completely.

My back arched off the bed as pleasure surged through me with shocking intensity. His tongue swirled around the head, tracing the sensitive ridge before taking me deeper. His hand wrapped around the base, creating a perfect tunnel of wet heat and firm pressure that had me gasping.

“Look at Mr. Iceflare,” Mr. Enigma instructed, pulling off just long enough to speak. “See how jealous he is that I’m tasting you.”

Mr. Iceflare’s entire body vibrated with barely contained rage. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, his chest heaving with each breath.

“He’s gone from wanting to strangle you to plotting your murder,” I managed, the words ending on a moan as Mr. Enigma’s mouth returned to my cock.

“He does,” Mr. Enigma confirmed with a wicked grin. “But he also wants to see you come. We all do. Don’t we, Mr. Storm?”

Mr. Storm nodded once, his eyes never leaving my face as his hand moved over his own length. “Beautiful,” he said, the single word carrying more weight than Mr. Enigma’s more elaborate praise.

Mr. Enigma took me back into his mouth with renewed enthusiasm. When he hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard, I couldn’t hold back a cry, my hands fisting in the sheets as pleasure built to unbearable heights.

His free hand moved lower, fingers sliding between my legs. When one finger breached me, curling upward to find that spot inside, I nearly came on the spot.

“Oh God!” I gasped, my back arching off the bed. “Right there, please.”

“Look at how hard he is just watching you,” Mr. Enigma said, adding a second finger alongside the first. “How much he wants to be the one making you fall apart.”

Mr. Iceflare’s expression had transformed into something primal and dangerous, his control visibly fraying with each passing second.

“He’s going to dismember you piece by piece,” I managed, the words ending on a genuine moan as Mr. Enigma’s fingers found that perfect spot again.

“Worth it,” Mr. Enigma replied with a wicked grin. “Just to see the look on his face when you come for me instead of him.”

He redoubled his efforts, his mouth and fingers working in perfect synchronization. When he hummed around me, the vibration was the final push I needed.

“I’m going to—” I gasped, my body tensing as pleasure built to unbearable heights.

“Come for me,” he commanded, the words vibrating around my length. “Let them see how beautiful you are when you fall apart.”