Page 25 of Tempting My Mafia Monster

“I wasn’t built for pleasure.” I closed my eyes again.

“That’s not true.”

“No?”

“No. When you touched me, that felt a lot like pleasure.”

I kept my mouth shut, refusing to entertain whatever rise she was trying to provoke in me. My dick was already pointing straight to the motherfucking sky, but that was as far as it would go.

“Why did you stop touching me?” she mumbled, her voice dipping with a nervous edge that made me shake my head, trying to keep myself glued to this side of the bed. “You were the first man who’s ever touched me, and I—“

Feckin hell. I opened my eyes and stared at her, needing to know what she was about to say. That I was the first man who had ever touched her… Christ. That did something sick and twisted to my brain. It made me greedy for more than a brief touch.

“You what?”

She chewed her bottom lip between her teeth, her cheeks flushing as she stared at her knees. “I liked it. I didn’t realise how different it would feel. From when I touch myself.”

The roles had reversed. She was the predator, and I was her prey.

“I nearly came,” she whispered, quickly catching my gaze. “So why did you stop?”

I rolled my tongue over my teeth. “Because you’re a virgin. And I don’t fuck around with virgins.”

“Why not?” She swallowed, a flicker of hurt passing over her features. “I thought most men liked the idea of taking a woman’s virginity.”

“Not me.” I was a filthy, fucking liar. I’d love nothing more than to be the only man who’d ever known what it felt like to be inside her. “The way I fuck, I’d destroy you.”

We stared at each other across the length of my bed; the tension tripled with every passing second. She pulled the sleeves of her hoodie over her hands, then folded her arms across her chest. “I’ve seen how you fuck. And I still think we should have sex.”

My lips twitched.

“It’s not a joke.” She glared. “I was nearly raped today, and I still might be. I don’t want it to be my first and only experience. I want to be in control of when and how I lose it. So I think we should have sex.”

“Careful now.” I shook my head, pressing my hand against my erection to calm it the fuck down. Her eyes flicked down to it.

“Clearly your dick thinks we should too.”

“My dick and I are rarely on the same page these days.”

“Why won’t you have sex with me, but you fucked that random girl?”

I dragged my hand down my face, momentarily forgetting how much it would hurt.

“Watch your stitches!” she scolded, which only made me shoot her a sharp glare. She ignored it. “Give me one good reason you won’t have sex with me, that isn’t because I’m a virgin. Am I still even considered a virgin if I’ve used a dildo? Isn’t it the same thing?”

“The fact that those words just left your naïve little mouth proves my point.”

“I’m not naïve. I know it will hurt. I don’t care. I can handle it.”

“Fuck me,” I growled, throwing my head back against the wall.

“I’m trying to. You won’t let me.”

Even if I didn’t always show it by laughing out loud, she was funny. I cocked my head to the side and narrowed my gaze.

“After this is over, you’ll go back to your life, darlin’. You’ll meet your Prince fuckin’ Charmin’ and wish you’d never given your virgin pussy to a heartless killer in a moment of twisted trauma-bondin’ that made you believe it was a good idea.”

“There are no Prince Charmings in my world,” she said with a shrug. “And even if there were, why do you think I’m a twenty-nine-year-old virgin? I don’t speak to men. I can’t. And my brothers are overprotective.”