Page 84 of The Mafia Marriage Contract

I swallow against his palm. “Yes…”

“You like this, don’t you?” he mutters, teeth grazing the side of my neck before he sucks. “The way I’ve claimed you, every part of you.Even when you tried to fight it.”

My breath hitches, a mixture of discomfort and desire crashing together as his touch becomes more insistent, more possessive.

His hands explore every inch of my skin, worshipping, but it’s a slow, agonizing pace.

Every touch is a chain reaction that has me hungry for what comes next.

“You’re going to wait for me to fuck you, Livvie,” he growls, his voice thick with control. "I’ll take you to the edge, but I won’t let you come until I’m right there with you.”

My veins run hotter, each caress making the ache more unbearable, the need for release more desperate.

I want to move, to beg, but I can’t. He’s in control, and every part of me knows it.

He trails a hand down my belly, his fingers moving between my thighs. When he strokes my swollen clit, a rush of warmth spreads through me.

I push my ass into him, craving more, needing to take it further, but he pulls away and brings his fingers to my mouth.

“Suck,” he commands, and when I do, his thick grunt is everything. “You feel it, don’t you? How your little clit is pulsating for me, and your wet cunt begs for my hard dick. But you’ll wait, won’t you?”

I shudder, the unbearable tension building inside, the ache becoming all-consuming.

“You’ll wait until I’m convinced you’re not working against me with Roman.”

“I’m not!” My gasp is ragged when he slips a finger inside. “I told Roman to leave me alone. I reminded him that I’mMrs. Viacavathese days.”

The words fall from my lips in desperation, pleading for him to listen, to understand. “That I’m yours.”

His breath hisses in my ear, a low, controlled exhale. My chest rises and falls in shallow breaths as I watch his eyes drilling into our reflection in the glass.

“Fuck… yeah…Mrs. Viacava…” He hums his approval. “Now that gets me fucking hard.”

He presses his body into mine again, the reflection showing the way we fit together—his strength, my vulnerability. "Any man who tries to put his dick near my wife will lose it and his life."

He fists my hair into a ponytail and yanks my head back. “Your pussy belongs to me.”

Kingston releases me, his hands falling away as he steps back, grabbing my hips and jerking them toward him just enough to give him full access.

Before I can take my next breath, the tip of his dick slides through my wet slit, teasing for only a moment before he thrusts in hard, stretching me with a single, forceful movement.

"Keep your eyes forward, Livvie," he growls. "Look out at the city I rule over while I fuck you.”

He pulls out and pauses, teasing me, making me burn for more, before slamming back in with a punishing thrust.

My breasts jiggle from the movement, and heat flames my skin, the hunger unbearable.

My inner walls clench tight around him, desperate for a release, but he pulls his dick out again, the cruel edge of his control keeping me teetering on the brink.

“You’ll come when you deserve it,” he grits out, hismovements relentless, pushing me further. “Let me hear my wife beg for me.”

I’m on fire, every nerve in my body screaming, but he won’t let me fall over the edge.

His grunts and the force of his pounding turn the tension hotter. My hands slide down the glass and my gaze falls on the buildings outside.

"Please," I plead, my voice breaking. “Please, Kingston… I need to come. Come inside me?—"

My words rasp as he pulls out again, leaving me aching, desperate.