Page 164 of Mafia King's Secret Baby

I glance up at his face. Elio’s eyes are so dark it looks like he doesn’t have irises. The muscle in his jaw flexes, and his hand is shaking, like he’s just holding himself back.

He needs this. He needs to touch me, to reassure himself that I’m here.

It’s a good thing I’m on the exact same page.

“Touch me, Elio,” I murmur. “Make me forget he even existed.”

Those are the right words to say.

With a strangled noise, Elio presses his fingers inside me. We both moan, me at the feeling of him filling me, and him at the way he finds me wet and ready.

“You need me. You need this,” he grunts. “You are not fine, until I give you what you need.”

“Yes,” I pant. “Please, Elio. I need you.”

He withdraws his hand from me, holding it up between us. Slowly, he licks the moisture there from his fingers.

When he’s done, he smiles at me. It’s a wicked grin, and it makes my spine tingle.

“On the bed,” he orders.

I do exactly as he says.

I lay down on Elio’s giant mattress, leaning up on my elbows to look at him. He glances at me, then puts one hand on his belt.Without breaking his momentum, he walks forward, pulling the belt out as he goes.

For one heart-wrenching second, I look at it and I think through all the possibilities of what that belt could bring.

When he leans over me and binds my hands with it, I arch, testing the resistance.

“No,” he says, his nose pressing into my hair. “I will give you want you need, Caterina. Trust me,” he grunts.

Ah.

He wants control. The fact that I was taken scares the crap out of him.

And he needs to feel like he’s in charge again.

I arch my back up, offering my breasts to him. “Touch me, please,” I whisper.

He shakes his head as he leans back. “I will decide what to touch, Caterina.” His hands skim over my hips, pressing my legs apart. His face looks haggard, gaunt. He’s looking at me like he’s desperate.

Like he’s unwilling to accept the moment as real.

“I will decide what to touch,” he repeats. His thumbs skim inwards, pressing the lips of my sex open. “I will decide what to taste.”

He punctuates that statement with one long lick that sends my eyes rolling back in my head.

“And I will decide when you come.”

With that, he throws my legs over his shoulders. He leans in and licks me and presses his fingers inside me.

Hard.

I pant, arching against the sensation. With my hands tied together, all I can do is follow Elio’s lead. I’m at his mercy, and I’m going to go wherever he takes me.

When I’m so close to the edge that I can feel it sparking across my stomach, he pulls back.

I whine. “Elio…”