Page 79 of The Mafia's Christmas Baby

Marco knows I have someone in my life, someone I love.

And he’s planning to ensure it doesn’t last.

16

ELISA

The night before we return, I let all my restraints go.

The worn leather of the couch groans under my shifting weight as I settle between Nico’s spread knees.

The low light from the television paints his torso in shifting blues and whites, catching the tense line of his abdomen.

My heart is a frantic bird against my ribs, a mix of nervousness and a dark, pooling want.

“Just relax for me, baby,” I murmur, my voice a husky thing I barely recognize.

My fingers trail up the insides of his thighs, feeling the powerful muscle there twitch under my touch.

The coarse denim of his jeans is a rough contrast to the soft skin I find higher up.

I nuzzle the hard ridge straining against his zipper, breathing in his scent.

A low groan rumbles in his chest.

I look up, meeting his heavy-lidded gaze.

His knuckles are white where he grips the couch cushion.

A smirk tugs at my lips.

I love this power, the dizzying control of having this strong, quiet man completely at my mercy.

I make a show of it, my eyes locked on his as I slowly, so slowly, pull his zipper down.

The rasp of the metal teeth is obscenely loud in the quiet room.

I work his jeans and boxers down just enough, and his cock springs free, thick and already weeping a pearly bead of pre-cum from the flushed, ruddy tip.

It’s hot and heavy in my hand, a live wire of pure tension.

I lean in, my breath ghosting over the sensitive head.

“You’re already so hard,” I whisper, swiping my thumb through the slickness and spreading it around the crown.

He hisses, his hips giving an involuntary jerk.

I hold him down firmly at the hip with my other hand. “Ah, ah, ah. None of that. You let me do all the work.”

I don’t take him in my mouth yet.

Instead, I press a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the tip, tasting his salt and musk.

My tongue darts out, a quick, teasing flick across the slit.

"Mmm," I hum against his skin, the vibration making him buck again. "You taste so good, Nico."

I start with just the head, my lips forming a tight seal as I suckle gently, my tongue swirling and pressing against the frenulum.