Page 55 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

I’m still just sitting in a long shirt on the couch, and he’s kneeling in front of me. Anyone on earth who takes a boat onto the lake could see us right now. They would see me spread open, with Sal’s slick fingers sliding inside of me.

With the dusk, the house is illuminated as well, meaning that we’re practically a window box show. In a giant picture window.

I shouldn’t like that either.

“Did you just notice that anyone can see you, Gia?”

Oh.

Oh.

He gently pulls his fingers in and out of me, pushing them in a rhythm that I know is going to drive me wild. I nod, belatedly answering his question.

“You’re right,” Sal growls. “They can see you. But I want them to. Because I want them to see what is mine. They can fantasize about you. They can leer at you and think about what a prize Gianna Rossi would be. But not one of them will ever fucking have you, Gia. Because you’re mine,” he snarls.

Oh my god.

I bend my back, arching to take more of him. His little possessive thing worked so well for me, I think I’m going to come right now. I’m just starting to feel the flutters across my stomach when he stops.

Completely.

And pulls his fingers from me.

It is all I can do not to whine with protest.

“What were my rules, Gia?”

Oh fuck.

I blink at Sal, who is looking at me with eyes so dark, they almost look black. He’s still kneeling between my legs, and he looks like some kind of demonic prince, poised there to lure me into hell.

And honestly, I’d gladly go to hell for him.

“The rules, tesoro mio, were that you would not speak. You’ve done well on that one.” He leans in and punctuates that with a kiss to my inner thigh.

I shiver.

“The third rule was that you can’t come until I tell you to. Did I tell you that you could come, Gia?”

I bite my lip and I shake my head. No.

“And were you about to come?”

How the fuck did he know that? But Sal’s still looking at me with that same intense gaze. I’m not going to ask him or break rule number one, that’s for sure.

Slowly, I nod. Yes.

“Naughty, Gia,” he murmurs. Slowly, he arches his fingers up my thighs again, his fingers tight. “Next time, you’ll find out what happens when you’re naughty.”

I’ll mark your pretty ass with my palm.

Shit.

“This time, I’ll let it slide. But to remind you, you will not come without me saying so. Understand?”

I nod.

Slowly, Sal pushes those fingers inside of me again.