Inked By The Mafia Man - Page 6

She takes high-pitched breaths every few words, probably because I’m trailing my hand up her inner thigh, getting closer and closer to her young hot pussy.

Her hands are at her side like she doesn’t know what to do, and my mind flips over hungrily when I think about guiding her.

Showing her the way.

Showing her, she’s mine, nobody else’s, just mine. Forever.

“If I couldn’t read people,” I tell her. “I’d be dead. I think you’re lying to me. I think you’re the one playing a game.”

“You can’t do this,” she whimpers, her hands moving to my wrist when I’m almost pressing down on her crotch.

“No?” I pause. “Why’s that? I can tell how badly you want it.”

“I….”

She bites her lip and inhales in the sexiest way.

It’s like a thousand things are running through her head, and I want to grab onto each one and learn everything about her.

“I do,” she whimpers.

I do.

Those words would be so much sweeter in another context. I’ve never truly considered marriage before since no woman has ever made me feel this way.

But I feel it with Patricia – if that’s her real name.

I need it.

“But –.”

Pressing forward, I push my lips against hers.

There’s no room for but.

Not with my woman and me.

CHAPTER

FOUR

Lena

It takes me a second to realize what’s happening.

Luca Lucciano is kissing me.

When I walked in here, my heart started pounding right away.

He was sitting in his desk chair, a giant with his muscles bulging through the fabric of his shirt. His sleeves were rolled up, his tattoos showing, snaking around his forearm.

It shocked me. Some Italian mafia men rarely have tattoos, but it makes them so much hotter and more dangerous. His silver hair and the blue fire in his intense eyes only add to the effect.

When he stood, it was all I could do not to scream.

I’ve never experienced this, like my lust is coiling around me, completely taking over. My body is buzzing, and my sex aches, my lips rubbing against my panties, my clit burning.

He snarls through the kiss as his hands slide down my body to my ass. His breathing gets heavier as he massages me, his touch sending even more shivering signals through my body.

Finally, I return his kiss, letting out a muffled whimper as I stand on my tiptoes. He makes another grunting noise as though urging me on.

My hands raise as though on their own, gripping onto his rock-hard shoulder muscles.

Something deep inside me is pumping, like a force of nature, like destiny is screaming at me to marry this man instead of Conor.

I can’t believe Luca would want me.

But here’s proof. I can’t deny it.

“You moan so fucking sexy,” he gruffly whispers as he squeezes and presses down on my ass. “Moan for me. Now.”

His other hand returns to where it was before, inches away from my sex. I don’t have to force the moans as he slides his fingers right between my legs, pushing through my pants and panties.

My moans rise as he rubs up and down, grinding the material against my center.

“Are you going to give me your real name yet?” he snarls.

“Who said…I didn’t?”

He smirks. “All right. Have it your way.”

My hips are moving on their own like I’ve got no say in the matter. My clit burns and my lips feel like they’re swelling. My pussy is getting wet, inviting even, and this feeling is so new to me that I hardly know how to act.

But I don’t have to think, not with him. My body does it for me.

“Ah, ah,” I whimper, moving my hips even faster.

“You horny young thing,” he growls.

Suddenly his lips are on me again. We open our mouths and give in to the lust, pressing our bodies somehow closer together.

My nipples rub sensitively against his torso, his muscles pushing through my bra. I gasp when his hand moves to my waistband, fiddling with my button.

And then he’s slipping down into my panties, touching me like nobody ever has.

He breaks the kiss and stares at me as his hand goes lower, his fingers smoothing over my clit.

I shiver against him, staring up, hardly able to believe this is happening.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, his rough voice making the soft words seem out of place. “You’re so, so beautiful.”

“I never thought you’d be like this.”

It’s difficult for me to push the words out past the flaring lust, his fingers stroking side to side over my clit.

My entire lower half feels like it’s on the verge of catching on fire. My insides gush with fresh wetness. My lips scream out for attention.

As he rubs quicker, with more force, my mind does silly things.

It makes me think about marrying Luca instead of Conor, of riding off into the sunset to a glorious new life. A life filled with laughter and happiness and children and all the things I’ll never have when I’m sold to the Irish mob.

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