Page 30 of The Mastermind (Mafia Rivals #1)

She turned in my lap, a motion that had my dick straining with the need to burrow into her hot slit. ‘But… where? How?’ Her eyes widened in adorable wonder. ‘You didn’t have it flown from the States, did you?’

I smiled. ‘Not quite. They have a branch right here in Singapore. Besides, you should be lucky I didn’t. Having it flown over while you were trying to cancel on me would’ve made me big mad. And who knows what I would’ve done then, hmm? Because I know you still haven’t told me everything.’

She stiffened. Then wriggled some more.

I picked up the spoon and pressed it into her hand. ‘Hurry up and eat your dessert. Or I’m going to fuck you right here while you’re still gawking at the fucking tart.’

She took the spoon – with a glare – and dug into the dessert, took the first bite while I pushed her silky hair aside and dropped kisses along her vertebrae.

Her sweet moan made my cock surge against her ass. Made me regret I wasn’t deep inside her to feel the sweet percussion all over my dick.

‘You know what gémir means, baby?’ I licked her third vertebrae, and she shuddered.

‘No.’ Her spoon trembled as she went for another helping.

‘It translates as moan .’

‘Really?’

‘They know their audience, I guess.’

She twisted in my lap again and, yeah, I suspected the little minx was milking having me at her mercy.

Well, I was going to remedy that.

The fastening of her skirt was conveniently located at the back, and I made quick work of it, my breath strangling to nothing when I saw the blood-red thong dissecting her firm ass.

Cristu , I was so fucking screwed.

Maddelena was a work of art from every angle, and I couldn’t unhitch my belt and lower my zipper fast enough. My stiff cock fell out and surged against her ass as she took another bite.

The moment I managed to shimmy the skirt down her hips and off, I took hold of her smooth thighs and tucked them over my knees. I widened my stance, opening her up to me. Her breathing, which had turned wildly erratic, roughened some more as she waited for my next move.

When I dragged it out, she glanced over her shoulder. A crumb of pastry had caught at the corner of her plump mouth.

I licked it off as my seeking fingers found their prize. She gasped and ground against my hand even as she wrapped her lips around another mouthful. Catching my eye again, she slowly licked the spoon.

And moaned.

‘Oh, you’re in the mood to tease, huh?’

Sliding beneath the slit of her panties, I flicked her clit. The spoon clattered to the table and she threw her head back against my shoulder with a siren’s hiss.

‘So fucking wet. So damn needy.’ I tortured her little bud until the hissing turned into throaty, desperate moans. Wrapping my arm around her, I pulled her back and nipped at her lobe, her jaw, her throat.

I was leaving teeth marks on her but I didn’t care.

Hell, I hoped I marked her in some way so she could remember just who she’d tried to toy with tonight. Who she belonged to.

‘If this hungry little cunt wants my cock, you need to lift up for me, bedda .’

Maddelena

My whole body was on fire, the need to come a writhing being inside, screaming for an outlet. Right now, that outlet was his incredible fingers, wreaking havoc on my clit.

But I wanted more. I wanted everything he was promising.

So I used his knees as leverage and hoisted myself up, until I felt his broad head at my heated core. Anticipation seized my breath, froze my whole body. But he didn’t drag me down as I hoped. Craved.

‘Did you try to talk yourself into believing you don’t want me? Is that what happened tonight?’ he grated in my ear. His voice was rough with arousal, but it also contained sharp slivers of fury. Cesare was clearly still pissed about me trying to ditch our agreement.

‘W-what?’

He rubbed his length up and down my sopping sex. But denied me what I wanted… needed most. Oh God, he meant to torture me?

Need tore through me, but I knew better than to take my pleasure when he was in this mood. I would only be prolonging my agony. ‘Maybe. Yes. I thought…’

He laughed, low and wicked, his hands digging onto my hips.

Then Cesare yanked me down onto his steel length. I screamed as he filled me to the point of pain.

‘You thought you could get me out of your system that easily, babe? Tell that to this pretty cunt strangling my cock like I owe it money.’ He bounced me on his shaft, then started fucking me from below like a feral beast.

‘I told you you sealed your fate that night in the warehouse. You would’ve been so much better off running.

But you didn’t, did you?’ He slammed deep, bottomed out inside me so hard, another scream ejected from my throat.

The sweet pain of it was chased with so much pleasure, my vision hazed.

‘There you go. Why fight when you’re already addicted to my cock? ’

‘I’m… I’m not,’ I attempted, desperate to cling to a bit of dignity. To survive this tsunami of pleasure so I could at the very least walk out of here with my head held high.

But already my hips were rolling, chasing him as he withdrew.

‘You sure about that? Maybe I should stop then, hmm?’