“He’s going to get rid of someone from the club.”
“This Larissa?”
“Hmm…” Azrael pours himself another drink, seemingly done with the conversation while my mind races a mile a minute with questions.
“Azrael, who is Larissa?”
He turns to face me, and something shines in his eyes. “Jealous?” His eyes hold triumph in them.
“No. I want to know who she is, that’s all.” Am I jealous? Maybe a little.
“My father has a capo who has been trying to push his daughter onto me for years.” He wrinkles his nose, and now I’m intrigued to see what she looks like too.
“You didn’t want to marry her?”
“No. Now come sit on my lap, I want you close to me.” He doesn’t give me the chance to consider his words beforehe lifts me into his lap, pressing my ass on his thick cock, and all explanations are forgotten as he grinds against me. “Can you feel how worked up you get me?” he whispers into my ear, and I’m unable to help myself. I wriggle against his thickness, relishing the way he hisses between his teeth as I do. “I don’t like your attention on anyone but me,” he admits, and my heart soars. Then he nuzzles into my hair, and his breath causes goosebumps to break out over my skin. “I love the fact you’re not wearing any panties. Do you know that?” He tilts my head to the side and rakes his teeth down my neck before delivering dozens of kisses, sending a wave of carnal desire simmering through me. “Do you like that? Do you like how wound up you get me?” He nips at my skin, and a moan escapes my lips, and he smiles into my neck. “So responsive to me, Little Toy.”
I press down against him harder, and an animalistic growl rumbles in his chest. His hold on my thigh tightens, and he knocks my legs apart, hooking his legs around mine and spreading me wide.
Oh, my God, he’s exposing me. If the dancers looked this way, they would be able to see the bareness between my legs.
His fingers sweep through my dripping folds, and a pained sound leaves his lips. “You’re soaked, Little Toy. So fucking soaked.” The hunger in his voice coupled with the ache between my legs have me wrapping my arm around his neck, hauling him closer, a bold move he welcomes with a guttural groan. His fingers circle my clit, pressing down, then swirling around before slipping inside me. He repeats the motion over and over again, edging me excruciatingly closer to my orgasm with each touch.
“Please,” I beg wantonly, only to be provided with delicate kisses up my neck, over my jawline, and back again.
“Az …”
He moves awkwardly, opening his zipper to free his cock. Then he bends me forward like a rag doll, maneuvering me how he sees fit. With my ass high and head low, he grips my hips and slams me down on his cock.
“Ahhh!” I scream out at the sudden impact.
He didn’t just deliver my orgasm; he demanded it.
Then he draws me back against his chest, throws my arm around his neck and gently tilts my head to the side so I’m nuzzled into his neck, in the exact same position we were in moments ago; only this time, I’m stuffed full of his cock.
Pure rapture thrashes through me, and my body becomes his to control. “Oh, Azrael.”
“That’s it.” He powers inside me. “Say my name again.” His voice is dark and deadly, with an edge to it that has exhilaration rushing through me. He slams me down furiously, thrust upon thrust. “Again. Say it.” The words come out clipped through gritted teeth.
“Azrael.” I drag his name out and lock eyes with him through my thick lashes. His handsome face is full of sheer bliss, a sight to behold. My fingers tighten in the crook of his neck, bound to leave marks I wish were for eternity.
We come in sync, a perfect moment captured against a backdrop of an erotic setting. “Hevan,” he rasps, pumping his warm cum deep inside me.
Our gazes remain transfixed on one another, and I loosen my hold on his neck to stroke over the silky hair at his nape.
His body relaxes, and I love that he shares with me this glimpse of serenity he doesn’t appear to give others.
I barely register the snap of his fingers above him, too lost in the post-orgasmic bliss, but when he glances acrossthe room, detaching from our moment, disappointment infiltrates my bloodstream.
His attention comes back to me, and I bite my lip to stop the smile threatening to break free. “Clean us,” he commands, and I frown.
A soft hand grasps my thighs, and I freeze. What the hell? I glance down at the ground, then startle at the naked woman kneeling on the floor between our open legs.
How long has she been there, witnessing this act of tenderness between us?
I attempt to shut my legs, but Azrael keeps them open with his own, and hurt lances through my chest.
I glance up at him, and his dark eyes bore into mine with warning. “I want her to lick our cum off you. To taste us both together.” Tears spring to my eyes, and I shake my head, and his jaw sets into a hard line, his glare deepening, causing me to shrink back against him.
