Page 19 of The Mobster’s Daughter (Massachusetts Mafia #2)
“You need to listen to me, princess. I am not playing games with you. I’m not one of your stupid twenty-something boyfriends who thinks with his dick.
I am trying to keep you safe. If anything happens to you, it would kill me.
Which means I have to be smart. I will not allow my emotions to cloud my judgment.
I can’t keep you safe if I think with my heart instead of my head. ”
Grady released her. Instead of bolting like he thought she would, she pressed herself against him, wrapped her hands around the back of his neck, and pulled him into another kiss. When they broke apart, Caitlin was panting, and her chest heaved with eve ry breath.
“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered.
He groaned. “You’re such a little brat.” He put his hand around her throat and squeezed.
She gasped and threw her head back against the wall. “You’re a bastard, Grady M cCarthy.”
He pressed his body against hers, his cock aching to take her. “I know.” He squeezed harder. “Say it again.”
“Fuck me.”
Grady grabbed the front of her shirt and popped open the buttons, exposing her breasts.
He smirked, ducked his head, and caught the skin beneath the edge of her jaw in his teeth and bit her, hard.
He cupped her breasts and kneaded them roughly, then he pushed her shirt off her shoulders and shoved his knee between her thighs, his entire body now flush against Caitlin’s, his cock hard against her belly.
“You’re going to scream my name, baby girl,” he murmured. He slid his hand down the front of the sweatpants, into her underwear, and brushed his fingers against her pussy.
“Hmm, fuck,” she cried, her hips jutting forward, chasing his fingers. “Please.”
“Yeah, that’s my girl.” He chuckled. “You are so fucking wet. Your body is begging to b e fucked.”
An odd, guttural sound escaped her, signaling he wasn’t wrong.
He shoved the sweatpants down her legs until she could kick them away, then he caressed her pussy, his eyes on hers, watching as the lust and desire took over her body.
He pushed two fingers into her and pumped them agonizingly slow, smiling when sh e groaned.
With his free hand, Grady cupped her breast and plucked at the nipple until it was a small, hard pebble. He wrapped his lips around it and sucked greedily. Caitlin squirmed in his arms.
He twisted his fingers in Caitlin’s cheap black panties and, with one yank, tore them off. He pushed her knees further apart, his hand cupping her, two fingers buried deep inside her, thrus ting hard.
Grady smirked. “Are you going to cum for me, Cait? Are you going to cum like a good girl?” He pressed his thumb against her clit, circling it until her entire body shook, and she clutched his broad shoulders. Her thighs trembled and then she came, crying out his name.
He ripped open the front of his jeans and pulled his cock free. He stroked himself several times before he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her, and lowered her onto his shaft, entering her with one quick flex of his hips, a groan rumbling from his chest.
Caitlin moaned as he filled her. She pushed herself down on him, her arms around his neck, holding tight.
Grady spread his feet, held her with one arm and with the other, he braced on the wall above her head.
He slammed into her, burying himself in her wet heat, grunting as her walls tightened around him.
He pressed his face against her neck and inhaled, her scent making him heady with insa ne desire.
Grady tangled his fingers in Caitlin’s long, blonde hair, yanked her head back, and sucked at her neck. She came with a shuddering cry of his name. He thrust harder and faster, his grip on her so tight he knew he was leaving marks. His body tensed a s he came.
He held her in his arms for a moment, his forehead pressed to hers, their breath mingling.
Could it be like this all the time? Him and Caitlin, just the two of them somewhere in the world, away from prying eyes?
He shook off the thought. It was a pipe dream; it would never happen. He couldn’t protect her alone.
He set her on her feet and tucked himself back into his pants, regret worming its way into every fiber of his being. Caitlin distracted him because she occupied his every thought, making it hard to do his job properly. It h ad to end.
“We shouldn’t have done that, ” he said.
“You keep saying that.” Caitlin snatched her clothes off the floor and quickly put them back on. “You fuck me, then you immediately r egret it.”
“I can’t help myself,” he muttered, shaking his head. “You’re like a drug, princess.”
“It’s called self-control,” she muttered.
“I know!” he roared. “Jesus Christ, don’t you think I am aware of that? I have no self-control with you. I can’t keep my hands off you. It’s fucking insanity, and I need to get my fucking act together.”
“You know what? I’ll make it easy on you,” she snapped. “Do not touch me again.” She spun around and darted up t he stairs.
“Fuck,” he muttered. He clenched his fists by his side as he stormed out the back door of the farmhouse. He stood on the porch sucking in deep breaths.
How the fuck did th is happen?