Page 36 of The Mastermind (Mafia Rivals #1)

He slid in after me, slammed the door and immediately yanked me onto his lap, unbalancing me. He ignored my yelp and spanked my bottom again as his head descended to brush the tip of my nose with his. ‘And that was for not saying hello properly.’

‘I didn’t say it at all,’ I corrected.

‘Exactly.’

The mechanical whine of the privacy partition didn’t even distract me. I crawled over him, threw one leg over his lap, and braced my knees on either side of his hips.

His hands immediately cupped my ass and yanked me down onto the straining erection behind his fly.

My hands landed on his shoulders and I almost groaned at the volcanic arousal in his eyes.

I was growing irreparably addicted to that look.

It made me feel more powerful than I had in a long time. If ever.

‘How far to the airport?’ I asked, my fingers delving into the hair at his nape.

A shiver coursed through him when my nails scraped his scalp.

‘Doesn’t matter. The plane takes off when I say so.

And the doors to this vehicle open when I want them to.

Whatever you want to start, sweetheart, go right ahead.

’ His voice was strained and hoarse, his gaze pinging between my tits and mouth like he wasn’t sure which body part he wanted to devour first.

Another wave of drugging power swept through me. I didn’t fool myself into thinking it would tip the balance. Cesare’s dominance was merely taking a backseat. But I intended to revel in this sweet reign for as long as I could.

Leaning closer, I rubbed my chest against him, knowing he could feel the hardened peaks. ‘Good morning, Cesare,’ I crooned, adding a slow roll of my hips over his stiff rod.

He groaned, his eyes dropping to my cleavage. ‘Hey, beautiful. Did you miss me?’

‘I don’t know. Can’t you tell for yourself?’

His nails dug into my ass and my pussy dampened, shamelessly and eagerly. ‘Nah. I’m gonna need a little more evidence.’

Without preamble, I smashed my mouth to his, moaning when he immediately parted my lips to stroke his tongue against mine. It was sinful how quickly he could drag me under his spell, turn me into putty.

Arms locked around his neck, I met him stroke for stroke, taste for taste, until the need to come up for air drove us apart.

His heated eyes immediately delved back to my chest. One hand left my ass to slide one thin sleeve down one arm, then the other, his mouth dropping open when he saw I wasn’t wearing a bra.

‘Fuck. I love that I don’t know whether I’m getting the demure Catholic girl who barely knows the wonders of her pussy or the siren who confidently walks around with her beautiful tits one flimsy layer away from my mouth.’

‘Which do you prefer?’

‘Do you even need to ask? I’m a greedy motherfucker. I’m all in for both.’

‘You are?’

He tweaked both nipples. I gasped as delight jerked through me.

‘I’m a jaded man, Maddelena. The pleasures of the world are mine to command at my fingertips. But this… Fuck, I can’t work out why the fuck you fascinate me so much and I’m discovering, maybe I don’t need to. Maybe the magic is in the surprise.’

Last night he’d talked about keys and unlocking my secrets.

I had a feeling Cesare was a lot closer than he knew. Because while his words were skewed towards sex, their meaning travelled higher than my pussy, bypassing the hunger in my gut to lodge alarmingly close to my heart.

The thought was unbearable.

It was dangerous. Forbidden.

It was foolish.

He was my enemy.

I couldn’t fall for him.

We were risking a fresh, all-out family war that would leave countless casualties and broken souls, like the last skirmish did to Giada.

Yet I craved him with every fibre of my being so desperately in that moment, I seriously considered if there was anything I wouldn’t do for it.

Luckily, Cesare had other plans that didn’t include me examining my feelings too closely. Still toying with my nipples, plucking and tweaking, he grunted, ‘Unzip me, baby. Take me out.’

I rushed to unzip him and reach inside for my prize. We both groaned when I wrapped my hand around him. Just about. I’d barely managed to stroke him a few times, spread his pre-cum over his wide crown, before he issued the next instruction.

‘Now lift up your dress, baby. And I swear, you better be wearing fucking panties.’

‘Or what?’ I sassed, then gasped when he pinched my nipples. Hard .

But I was learning I wasn’t averse to a bit of pain. So it was no surprise when I grew even wetter.

‘It’s a long flight. You want to be able to sit down at some point, although there are alternatives to that. But it’s totally up to you if you want to board my plane with a spanked ass.’

I was wearing panties, because that Catholic upbringing allowed rebellion only to a point, and strolling through a busy hotel with dozens of guests while totally naked beneath my dress was too sinful for my blood.

What about what you’re doing now?

My heart squeezed painfully at the question, but that too I stuffed into the ‘to be examined later’ box.

Still stroking him because he was beautiful and I was addicted, I tugged up the hem of my dress, arranged it high up so he could see the silk lace I had on underneath.

He drew a knuckle along my seam. ‘Look at you, already soaked for me. You walked across that hotel lobby like this, didn’t you, hungry for my cock?’

‘Yes,’ I moaned.

His head dropped and he flicked his tongue across one nipple, then sucked it into his mouth.

‘Oh God.’

He toyed it with his teeth, then released it for a second. ‘Good?’

‘So good,’ I cried.

‘Are you sore from last night?’ he asked, and that foolish, dangerous sensation swelled higher at his tender consideration.

‘A little,’ I replied, ignoring the heat consuming my face. ‘But I can take it. I want it.’

‘Then let’s make it even better. Push your panties to the side, baby. Show me how well you can take my cock.’

I was a simpering fool by the time I raised my hips and notched him at my core. My fingers digging into his nape to steady myself in the swaying car, I held my breath. And sank down onto him.

His head snapped up long enough to catch my tiny scream as he surged deep to bottom out in the best possible way.

God, it felt so, so good!

‘Fuck!’ His choppy breathing played like a symphony to my ears. ‘I’m growing seriously addicted to you, you know that?’

Did I say I needed to throttle my power? Be sensible about celebrating it? Because right in this moment I wanted to dance in the deluge until I was soaked to the marrow. Fuck the danger.

I forgot I was in a moving car, that a simple pane of possible soundproof glass separated us from an audience. I was utterly consumed by Cesare Salvatore and not a single bone in my body was sorry.

And needless to say I didn’t take in a single sight of the scenery until we arrived at the private hangar where his jet waited, ready to whisk us to our dangerous, forbidden adventure.