Page 56 of The Mafia Marriage Contract

I sit still as long as I can, trying to pretend the music fills the burning ache he started within me weeks ago. That I’m immune to the fire dancing under my skin.

But his heat radiates beside me and a fire spreads through my veins.

Taking a deep breath, almost in a trance woven by bowstrings and desire, I rise from my chair and kneel in the space between his knees.

My dress puddles around me in silken waves and my fingers reach for his belt buckle.

Kingston doesn’t push me awaywhen I ease the zipper down, every motion drawn out as the music surges through my chest, amplifying my heartbeat.

When I glance up, his gaze pins me in place, those dark eyes full of secrets. However, there’s one thing he can’t hide, and that’s the hitch to his breath when I open his dress pants and tug down his boxers to access his full, thick dick.

Biting my lower lip, I keep eye contact, loving how his features are shadowed and tight with restraint, like a man too proud to admit he needs more.

The notes rise again, crashing into the hall like thunder. I let hunger build in my core and split the cracks that duty and vows have carved.

My fingers wrap around his throbbing dick, and then I spit on the tip to make the friction slippery.

Kingston draws in a sharp breath but stays in control. And that’s exactly what I want to destroy.

I lower my face and swipe leaking precum with my tongue before engulfing his dick halfway, careful not to choke on the length.

As I take it in my throat, inch by inch, my stomach reflexes heave the deeper it goes, and all I can think about is the ring on my finger and how this man is mine… for a while.

No one else shares his home or carries the title of Kingston Viacava’s wife.

It’s both a privilege and a curse.

However, right now, I have power in this dynamic, and I fucking relish how his hands clench the arms of his chair.

His jaw locks tight and his hips lift, burying his dick deeper into my throat until I’m gagging and tears spill from the corners of my eyes.

When hot spurts of cum burst into my mouth, warm andviolent, I take every last drop. Releasing him as I swallow, I hold his gaze the entire time and wipe the corners of my mouth.

He leans forward, hooks his hands under my arms, and drags me onto his lap.

His mouth crashes over mine, devouring the taste of his own release, tongue and teeth and need twisting into something filthy and possessive.

I kiss him back just as hard as the crowd erupts in applause below and the curtain falls.

However, wrapped in triumph and silk, I start to think I’m the one losing because the influence I just had over him, for one breathless moment, doesn’t compare to the dangerous fact he has far more power over me than I’d ever be willing to admit.

18

KINGSTON

Well, that was fucking something.

I figured this little outing would bore the shit out of me, but then my gorgeous wife decided to grace my cock with her hot and hungry mouth. Christ, maybe I should get us a Patrons of Lincoln Center membership and reserve this balcony box more often.

Then reality crashes back over me like a goddamn tidal wave.

I have to kill her father. Or I’ll be the one with an ice pick buried in his skull.

And I have a nasty fucking inkling that the Tribunal won’t be satisfied with only one O’Callaghan six feet under. My gut wrenches at the thought that this marriage was never about unity but betrayal and destruction.

I have to get into that Blood Vault. It’s the only way out of this shitstorm. The only way I can keep my power and… my wife.

I hate admitting it but there’s something between us, something I can’t ignore. She’s fierce and fiery with a tongue like a viper, but there are glimpses of what lies beyond her badass facade. I like them, look for them, urge them out so I can get more of an understanding of who she is.