Page 31 of Forced Mafia Bride

One look in his eyes told me it was intentional. He was trying to get me in the mood to strip for him.

“And all I wanted to do was shock you.”

He laughed at my lame comeback, and I wanted to bite my tongue because I found even his laughter sexy.

What is wrong with me?

“Let’s do something.” He stroked the small of my back and tipped my chin higher up so I felt the warmth of his breath when he spoke. “It’ll be like a game. I will kiss you, and to prove that you don’t want me, you have to ask me to leave. And if you don’t ask me to leave, I’m going to fuck you hardwithouta condom.”

I swallowed, and heat prickled at the back of my neck. Anyone with a brain knew he was setting a trap. I had a brain. Iknewthis game was fixed for his wins, but that tiny, relentless voice, nudging me to prove him wrong, made me nod. “Whatever.”

“So, a deal then?”

“Deal.”

Smirking, he cradled the back of my head and pressed his lips to mine softly. The kiss was so gentle at first that my lashes fluttered shut, and I sighed into his mouth. His mouth moved against mine with a drunken need. His thumb tugged on my lower lip, and he nipped and sucked, dragging his teeth to the base of my chin and then roughly to my throat, lighting trickles of fire in its wake. His hand rested on my thigh, and in a blink, my feet dangled from the floor, and my back hit the soft sheets.

He barely gave me any time to think. Blunt fingernails sought solace in the curve of my hip, digging deeper when he moved his lips back to mine and sought my tongue tenderly. I threw my head back, moaning as I relished the pressure of his weight on me. Even bracing himself on his forearms, he was heavy.

I jerked my hips, silently pleading for more friction, when he pulled away with a triumphant glint in his eyes.

“I’m done,” he said and made a move to push himself off me.

Done?

Instinctively, my legs moved on their own free will, wrapping themselves around his waist to keep him trapped. He eyed my hips and looked back at me with an arched brow. “Is there a reason you are holding me hostage?”

“I don’t….” Shame burned in my chest, but it didn’t burn hot enough, like his fingers slowly stroking the valley between my breasts. I clenched my teeth hard enough to cause a toothache. “I don’t want you to leave.”

His smile was almost infectious. “So, you want me to fuck you?”

I closed my eyes, refusing to see the look on his face when I nodded. “Yes.”

“Say it, princess.” His voice was hard. “I want to hear you say it.”

I huffed. “I want you to fuck me.”

His laughter reached my ears, but unexpectedly, it sounded more pleased than mocking. Like he was genuinely happy about the decision I’d made.

He lowered himself again, kissing my cheeks and prying my eyes open. “I’m only surprised that you’re not throwing in a quick condom clause. No longer scared of STIs? I have one in my pocket, just in case.”

There was a light squeeze in my chest. When he made the smallest gestures like rubbing my back or kissing my neck, or when he said sensitive things like this that weren’t meant to have any meaning, it was hard to believe that this man, this mobster, was dangerous.

I glared at him. “It was a deal. Unlike you, I don’t go around changing plans.”

That was what my mouth said, but my body ached to feel him, every inch and length buried inside me. I eyed his dress shirt and pants and grew more restless at the size of his erection strained against the fabric. My fingers itched to hold him,strokeit, and when I realized he’d caught me ogling, I croaked. “I want you to take off your clothes.”

The first time we’d had sex, he limited areas of his body and how far I could touch. And he was fully clothed. Now, I wanted to see him. All of him.

Judging by his guarded expression, I didn’t actually think he’d indulge me, so I was stunned into silence when he muttered, “Why don’t you take them off yourself?”

My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when he straightened up, his huge frame looming over me as he granted me access to his clothes. I rose to my knees and scooted closer to his warmth, feeling my fingers tremble while I reached forward,withdrew, and reached forward again to the black buttons on his shirt.

His fingers lightly brushed my cheek, taking back strands of hair behind my ear while I unfastened the first button.

“I’d like to kiss you while you work.”

It was a deep but gentle whisper, and I should have pretended not to hear it, but his charm had doubled its effect, making me obediently tilt my head back to offer him my lips.