Page 27 of The One Night Match (Mafia Matchmaker #1)

TWENTY-SEVEN

RILEY

I f I don’t start breathing again, I’m at risk of passing out.

But how the fuck can I breathe when Cruz is stealing every breath just by looking at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world?

I’m not ashamed of my body, but I know I’m not supermodel thin. I have curves and stretch marks. I have imperfections that I’ve learned to love but thought no one else would.

But the way he’s looking at me is like no woman could ever compare, and I can’t reconcile how that could be possible.

He stares up at me through almost black eyes, his face so close to my pussy that his breath whispers across the sensitive skin, dragging me closer to the edge.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this desperate for an orgasm, and apparently, I won’t be getting one until he’s inside me.

“Fate?” I murmur, my mind locking in on that single word.

He smirks, pressing gentle kisses along the inside of my thigh as I work my pussy with both hands.

“How else do you explain it? Meeting the night before the wedding? How fucking good we were together? How easily we clicked, even as you’ve fought every step of the way.

I never much believed in any of that shit, but I sure as hell do when it comes to you. ”

My heart stutters in my chest, and even as I try to convince myself these are just words, that they don’t mean anything, that he can’t possibly feel anything more for me than some base-level attraction, I know I’m wrong.

Cruz has proven at every turn that he’s not in this marriage for the wrong reasons, and I’ve shut him down at every opportunity.

He bites down on the inside of my thigh, tearing a scream from my chest. “Out of your head, Kitten. I want you right here with me.”

I nod, refocusing my efforts on the way my fingers massage my clit, while those of the other hand are buried inside me, pulling me closer to the edge with every thrust.

“You’re so close,” he murmurs. “Look at how wet you are for me, Riley. So fucking desperate for my cock.”

I nod, unable to deny it anymore. Maybe once I have a clear head, I’ll regret giving in, but for right now, it’s useless. He can see right through me anyway. “Cruz,” I whine.

“I know, Kitten. I’ll give you everything you need,” he promises, and I believe him. I have no reason not to because he’s always kept his promises, even when I’ve doubted him.

“You’re so beautiful.” He kisses along the other thigh before nudging the fingers on my clit away. Immediately, he swipes his tongue along the swollen nub, and I cry out, falling closer and closer to the edge. “So flushed for me, so wet, so fucking pretty.”

I don’t think he’s talking to me anymore, but I’m too focused on keeping myself from falling as we both work me to the brink of oblivion.

“Add another finger,” he demands, and I quickly slip a third inside myself, hissing at the extra stretch.

I haven’t touched myself since that night at the club, although I have been tempted. It was more so out of stubbornness than anything else, but now I wish I’d been preparing for the monster I know he’s packing in those black boxer briefs.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Such a good girl for me. Remember, don’t come. The only place you’re coming is on my cock.”

I nod. “Fuck me,” I cry out. “Please, Cruz. Please fuck me.”

“Not yet.” He shakes his head, sucking my clit into his mouth and tearing a guttural scream from my throat as blinding pleasure slams into me, stealing the breath straight from my lungs.

“Cruz!” I cry out, my free hand burying into his thick black hair, holding him to me as my hips shift and my body trembles uncontrollably.

I’m lost in pleasure, my mind useless as my body takes control.

“I love it when you scream my name, Kitten.”

“Please. Fuck. Please.”

“And you sound so pretty when you beg.” He shoves my thighs further apart, his shoulders fitting perfectly between them as he doubles down on his efforts on my clit.

If he keeps it up, I’ll have no choice but to come because my body is firmly in the driver’s seat.

“I can’t. Cruz, I can’t. I’m too close.”

“Don’t. Fucking. Stop,” he snarls against my sensitive bud, and the sound mixed with the way we both play my body together shoves me so close to the edge my body trembles, my eyes leak with tears of pleasure, and I’m certain a stiff breeze could make me come.

As if he knows that, he pulls back, blowing cool air onto the overstimulated nub.

“Look at you, so close to coming all over my face like a good girl.” His praise is doing things to me that I can’t process, and I choose to let myself feel everything, instead of constantly overthinking everything like I’m so prone to do. “You want my cock, Kitten?”

I nod with too much vigor, making him chuckle darkly.

Cruz pushes himself to his feet, lording over me in all his tattooed glory. It’s hard to comprehend that he has so much skin covered. He must have sat in the chair for hours, and I have no idea where a man as powerful as he is would find the time.

He bites down on his lip, his amusement clear as I drink him in. “I love how you’re looking at me, Riley. Like I’m a fucking god.”

His fingers dip into the waistband of his boxer briefs, and he pushes them down slowly, uncovering his very fucking hard cock.

But there’s something different that I’m sure I would have noticed when my mouth was full of him.

I lean up on my elbows, trying to get a better look at the script now etched in black above his thick cock.

“Cruz…” I murmur.

“Do you like it, Kitten?”

“When did you do this?” I don’t know whether to be flattered, angry, or shocked, but the combination of the three is making it hard to breathe as I stare at the words tattooed into the skin right above his cock, the same place my clit will rub when he’s inside me.

Riley De Luca.

“The day I went back to work.” He smirks, crawling up the bed slowly until his weight settles over mine. “I couldn’t wait to give your pretty pussy its perfect throne.”

“I…what…I…”

He chuckles. “I love rendering you speechless, Riley. You always have such a smart mouth, but when I shock you, you never know what to say.”

“You’re insane.”

“So it would seem.”

“No. I mean, you’ve lost your actual mind.”

“When it comes to you, abso-fucking-lutely I have.” He notches himself at my entrance, his girth spreading me apart and quickly reminding me of how fucking good this is going to be if that night in the club is anything to go by.

“You ready for me to fuck you, Kitten? Are you ready to come all over my cock like a good girl?”

“Yes. Please, Cruz. Please make me come.”

He doesn’t make me wait. His hips snap forward, filling me to the hilt in one brutal thrust that hurts as much as it shoves me closer to the orgasm I’ve been desperate for. The stretch of him is divine, the pain morphing into pleasure seamlessly as he holds himself deep.

“Fucking hell,” he groans. “Your pussy is a fucking paradise, Riley. And it’s all fucking mine.”

“Is it?” I breathe.

His eyes darken, his body tightening as he slowly withdraws before thrusting into me so hard it shoves me up the bed.

“Fuck yes, it is. If you ever let another man near your pussy, I’ll cut his eyes out and give them to you.

I’ll cut his hands off and gift them to you in a pretty little box.

I’ll cut his cock off and preserve it to remind you what I’ll do to any man you ever let close to you again. ”

Why is that so hot?

I’ve never been interested in violence. Hell, it’s one of the reasons I wanted out of the Mafia in the first place. But coming out of Cruz’s mouth brings me closer to release than I’ve been all night.

Maybe there’s something wrong with me, but if there is, I don’t give a fuck as long as he keeps fucking me.

“Are you going to let another man ever touch you again, Riley?” he growls, fucking me so hard and fast I can’t tell where he ends and I begin.

I shake my head. “No.”

“Say it,” he demands.

“I won’t let another man touch me ever again.”

And as much as I hate to admit it, I mean those words.

Because after having Cruz, I don’t think any other man will ever be able to compete.