Page 68 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

A siren echoed from somewhere, but I was too lost in the feel of Dax laying me out on the back seat and undoing my jeans.

There was no room. He was half on the floorboard, and my head was jammed up against the door handle, but neither of us complained.

Neither of us stopped.

I struggled out of my jeans and then my underwear. I breathed heavy, naked, staring at him, watching his familiar almost-golden-eyed gaze travel over every curve of my body.

“Fuck, Nyah.” He massaged his way up my legs, thumbs digging into my flesh in a way that didn’t hurt at all but only had me trembling more, wanting those fingers to spread my legs so he could get inside me. “Need to taste you.”

I squealed as he yanked me sharply, using strong fighter’s arms to drag me across the back seat, hooking my legs over his shoulders so his mouth could get to my pussy.

His tongue landed between my thighs. Stroking through my folds, he devoured me hard and fast like he’d been waiting weeks to do it. I reached back and grabbed the armrest, needing something to ground me while his tongue did indecent things to my most sensitive spots.

He kissed my pussy like he kissed my mouth. Slow, long, delicious licks that reminded me this man knew exactly how to please a woman and had no problem taking his time and enjoying every moment of it.

“Forgot how good you taste,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the inside of my thigh. “Forgot how bad I love hearing you moan.”

It was impossible not to when his tongue was everywhere, fucking my opening, making my hips thrust up, so desperate for more.

He gave it to me, fingers sliding inside me, stretching me, giving me that friction I needed for the beginnings of an orgasm to build inside, fast and strong, a tornado of feelings I couldn’t hold back.

“Need you inside me,” I gasped, not wanting to come on his tongue but with him buried deep in my pussy. “God, Dax! Please!”

A sharp knock came on the window.

Three distinct knocks that had both Dax and I freezing.

Again, another three deliberate knocks, and I remembered what I’d told Lynx back in the house, when I’d wanted some privacy from Luca.

I’d told him to knock three times if someone was coming.

I stared at Dax, tears filling my eyes. “I have to go. That’s Lynx. Those knocks mean one of the Guerras is coming.”

But Dax’s expression was full of possessive need. He grabbed my chin and stared me dead in the eye. “Not until I’ve made you come.”

He didn’t ask. Didn’t say another word.

One sharp tug on his shorts had his dick free.

The next movement was a single sharp thrust inside me that splintered my entire being. I cried out, and he slapped a hand over my mouth as voices outside the car grew louder.

Lynx’s voice.

Then Luca’s.

Then Carlos’s.

My eyes went wide with panic, but Dax didn’t stop. He fucked me hard and fast, his thick cock a punishment for leaving him as much as a torturous pleasure, rewarding me for being here now. I moaned behind his hand, hidden only from the dangers outside by fogged-up windows.

We were playing with fire. A dangerous one that could engulf us both at any minute, but when he replaced his hand with his mouth, kissing me hard, fucking me harder, there was nothing I could do to resist.

Nothing but go with it. To let the need for him swell and grow.

The orgasm he’d built with his tongue and his fingers didn’t need much convincing. It swirled through my body, rising from the pressure and pleasure of having him inside me. He’d always felt like he was made for me. So perfectly sized and shaped to hit every sensitive spot, every ache, every nerve ending that sent my body into overdrive.

“You’re mine,” he whispered between hot, drugging kisses. “I won’t let them keep you, Nyah. Not when you’ve always been mine.”

I stifled a sob, needing his words but knowing they were just that.