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Page 2 of Ruthless Secrets (Alpha Mafia Daddies #6)

I don’t even realize I’ve stood up until I’m crossing the room and running my hands over his broad shoulders.

I want to rip the shirt right off his back and lick every inch of his skin.

“You’ve been drinking.” He looks at me over his shoulder.

“I know.”

“Which means you’re not in your right mind, and I’m not the kind of guy to take advantage,” He turns around to face me.

Even at five foot five, I barely come to his chest, so I have to stand on my tiptoes and hold onto his shoulder to keep myself steady to get my mouth anywhere close to his.

“But you’re not taking advantage,” I murmur before pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

His body tenses beneath my fingers, but he doesn’t tell me to stop.

“I want this. I need this.” I kiss the other side of his mouth.

His hands move to my waist. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” I reply before kissing him.

He tastes of coffee mixed with liquor, and I can’t seem to get enough.

I waste no time parting my lips and when his tongue brushes against mine, I grow slick between my thighs.

My arms wrap around his shoulders, and I press my body flush against him.

It’s hard to feel much when I’m wearing such a puffy skirt, and it’s only making me more impatient.

I go to run my hand down his chest toward his cock, but he grabs my hand and puts it back around his neck.

“Easy,” he whispers.

“I want to touch you.”

He smirks before leaning in to whisper in my ear.

“Your patience will be rewarded. ”

I shiver, and he chuckles before licking along the column of my neck.

I have a feeling that I’m about to have the best sex of my life. All I can hope for is that I’m not so drunk that I won’t remember it.

I go to kiss him again but before I have a chance to, his hands are on my waist and he’s spinning me around.

“I will say this is a first for me.” He starts to unhook my dress.

“You’re not a virgin, are you?”

He laughs. “Fuck no. I was talking about the wedding dress. I’ve taken many items of clothing off women before but never a wedding dress.”

He is careful to undo all of the hooks.

With each brush of his fingers against my bare skin, I swallow a moan as the ache builds.

By the time the dress falls to the floor, leaving me in nothing but a pair of white lace panties, I’m suitably worked up.

I turn around and watch his eyes glaze over as he looks at me.

I can’t help but smile as I flick my hair over my shoulder.

The movement makes my breasts bounce, and his throat bobs as he takes me in.

I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone more than I do this man right now.

As if he can read my thoughts, he grabs at the collar of his shirt and pulls it up over his head.

His body is nothing but well-defined muscles and smooth, tanned skin.

I run my hands up his chest and over his shoulders, and he stands perfectly still as I explore him with my fingertips.

“What’s this from?” My fingers brush over a raised white scar on his left shoulder .

My breath catches as his hands grip my wrists.

His eyes are so dark they’re almost black, and the way he’s staring at me, it’s like he can see into the deepest depths of my soul.

“I could tell you that story, or I could fuck you.” His eyes flick to my lips.

“Fuck me.”

“I thought so.”

His lips crash against mine once more.

I don’t want this to be slow or romantic. Right now, I just need release, and I have a feeling this man is about to give me the best damn orgasm of my life.

He backs me toward the bed and when my thighs hit the edge of the mattress, he lifts me up.

I wrap my legs around his waist as he lowers me to the bed.

When he settles himself between my thighs and his hardness presses against me, I can’t hold back the moan.

“Please.” I arch my back.

He runs his hands along my waist until he’s gripping my breasts.

“The things I could do to these,” he grunts.

“Do whatever you want.”

I moan as he pinches my nipples.

“You might regret saying that.” He chuckles before wrapping his lips around the sensitive bud and sucking.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan as my fingers sink into his hair to hold him in place.

When his teeth graze against my nipple, I cry out.

He’s both gentle and rough at the same time. The perfect combination.

When he starts kissing down my stomach, my body tenses, and he pauses.

“Do you not want me to? ”

“I do. It’s just… You don’t have to.” My cheeks burn as he looks up at me from between my thighs.

Adam was never really one to go down on me. I think he only did it to get something in return, and it was never that good. I lost count of the amount of times I faked an orgasm just to give him an out.

I just figured it was worth the sacrifice because he was so great at everything else.

Well, everything except being faithful.

“Trust me, love. I want to.”

He runs his tongue along my core while still keeping eye contact with me.

I almost come there and then.

He smirks. “Lie back and let me take care of you.”

My eyelids flutter closed, and my body relaxes into the bed as he slowly explores me with his tongue.

It’s even better than I imagined.

He starts with long, slow strokes that have me writhing on the bed, so desperate for him to turn his attention to my clit.

His strong hands stroking up and down my thighs, scraping against my skin have me moaning even louder.

When he finally flicks his tongue over my clit, my body bows off the bed.

“Oh, god,” I moan as I grind against his face.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he grunts before wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking on the sensitive bud.

He alternates between exploring my pussy with his tongue and licking at my clit.

My inner thighs are slick, but I’m too worked up to be embarrassed. I think I might actually be crying.

I didn’t realize it was possible to feel such pleasure without using something that requires batteries to function.

“You’re doing so well, love. ”

His words are enough to send me over the edge.

“I-I’m?—”

I don’t even have a chance to finish that sentence before my release hits, and I’m crying out.

It turns out an orgasm with a stranger is one way to help momentarily forget how fucked up your life is.