Page 35 of Tempting My Mafia Monster

All I could feel was him. His pounding pulse at the side of his neck and the warmth of his tense muscles against my skin. The strength of him coiled around me. His black eyes glistened with specks of amber from the single ceiling light, and I lifted my fingers to scratch along his angular, stubbled jaw. This monster? I wanted to keep him forever. I wanted him to be mine.

He brushed the tip of his nose against mine, his eyes impossibly dark as his lips parted. Time slowed to the sound of our heartbeats and the pulse of anticipation around us. Then he leaned in. The moment I had dreamed of for my entire adult life finally came true.

His lips pressed against mine with hesitation, as if he were unsure how to do this. They were soft, softer than they looked, and he drifted them over mine so tenderly that my stomach filled with fluttering wings. He pulled back an inch, and my eyelids were slow to lift.

We stared, a realisation that we both needed so much more passing between us in our gaze. And then his lips were back, diving deeper, more untamed. More him. His hand cradled the back of my head as the first sweep of his tongue against my lips sent my pulse soaring.

I parted them, and his tongue slipped inside, finding mine and dragging along it. Every fibre of my body ignited at the strange sensation. He groaned into the kiss as I shifted on his lap, holding him tighter and unravelling with every caress of his tongue. We lost ourselves in the kiss; time became meaningless as I slid my fingers up his chest, over his shoulders and into his hair. Who knew kissing could spark such addictive desire, wild and uncharted, that I wanted to live for it? I never wanted it to end.

My soft, breathy moans flowed into his mouth, and they only seemed to drive him wilder. His hands roamed my body beneath the hoodie. His rough, calloused palms glided across my back, up my side and cupped my tits.

I had my first kiss. And it was so much better than I ever imagined it could be.

But kissing alone felt like an appetiser. We needed more. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. I broke away from his lips, both of us panting, and lifted the hoodie over my head, discarding it on the floor. His gaze raked over my chest with hunger, one hand sliding around my waist while the other toyed with my nipple. Then his lips crashed against mine again.

The kiss was greedier and faster this time, making it harder to keep the need for more at bay. I gasped into his mouth when he rolled his hips beneath me, and I felt his hard dick press against my clit. Wow. That felt… so good. I started moving myself, dragging myself over him as he groaned into the kiss, our tongues lashing at each other as if we were trying to devour one another.

He grabbed my hips to hold me still, then broke the kiss, breathing hard. He looked like a man on the verge of losing it. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but I was right there with him.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he groaned, shaking his head. “But also… I really fuckin’ do.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him back into me, gripping his jaw. “Then do. I’m not a fragile doll. I want this. I want you.”

He dropped his head back towards the ceiling, and I took the chance to slide my tongue along the sharp angle of his jaw. He swore and closed his eyes. “I don’t want to lose control. You… you make me feel more out of control than I’ve ever felt because for the first time, I care about not killin’ someone.”

“How does this make you feel?” I whispered against his throat, licking the sweat and blood from the thick, tattooed column of his neck and kissing his throbbing pulse. He groaned.

“Like I want to fuck you.”

“Not hurt me?”

“No,” he blurted. I smiled against his throat and ran my hands over his body, digging my nails into his muscles.

“And this?”

“Still want to fuck you.”

I reached into his joggers and wrapped my hand around his dick. He swore.

“And this?”

He suddenly twisted us onto the bed, and my back bounced against the mattress. I gasped, staring up at him as he hovered over me, bracing his weight on either side of my head.

“All of it. Touching you, kissing you, you touching me. All of it just makes me want to bury myself inside you and break you into pieces, so you know you’ll only ever be mine.”

“So do it. What’s stopping you?”

He stared at me, looking torn. “That you’ll scream in pain. Screaming is my… biggest trigger.”

I smiled at him. “I promise I won’t scream.”

He narrowed his eyes, disbelieving.

“Just cover my mouth if I’m making too much noise.” The memory of him slamming his hand over that woman’s mouth while he fucked her brutally against the wall made my stomach twist with something that felt like jealousy, although it still made me burn all over.

“Or…” he exhaled, his eyes searching mine in a rare moment of softness. “I can try to be… less rough.”

I wanted him rough. I wanted him the way he was. But I knew that, for my first time, I probably should take the milder option. Especially with the size of that thing.