Page 41 of Tempting My Mafia Monster

“But you, ‌clearly, are not,” she laughed, twisting herself in my arms and standing up so she could sit back down, straddling my lap. I lifted the hoodie over her head, but stopped when it was halfway up her face, keeping her arms trapped above her. She protested, squirming while I started kissing her nipples, swirling my tongue over them and sucking them into my mouth. Her lips parted, the only visible part of her face, and she arched her back, pressing into me.

“No, patience isn’t my strong point,” I husked against her skin. She moaned, rolling her hips over my erection as I wrapped my arms tightly around her body and teased her nipple. When I nipped it with my teeth, she gasped loudly. I couldn’t resist those full, open lips for another second. My hand reached around the back of her neck as I moved my mouth to hers, smashing her into me in a greedy kiss. I tugged the hoodie off her fully and threw it on the floor as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

The control she had over me was insane. My heart raced with every caress of her tongue. Need and desire pounded through my veins with each beat, sending a tingle across my skin wherever she touched. My mind cleared. All I could think of was her. Everything about her consumed me. She could make me forget every fucked-up thing I’d ever done when I was buried deep inside her.

I stood up and lowered her onto the table, ignoring the progress we’d made on the puzzle as pieces fell to the floor. I stole every tiny whimper she made as I rocked my erection against her, pressing her down to the hard surface as we kissed like it was our only way to survive.

Her legs hooked around my waist, her feet digging into my arse and pushing me into her, wanting more. I broke the kiss to straighten and tug down her joggers, leaving her naked on the table like a feast for a king.

I dropped to my knees and threw her thighs around my shoulders, sucking her clit into my mouth immediately. I could eat her fucking pussy all day and night if she’d let me. Her body arched off the table as she moaned, her hands delving into my hair and clawing at my scalp. I liked the way she held on to me for dear life. I rewarded her ‌with all the enthusiasm and passion of a priest worshipping his god at his altar. She was the only religion I’d ever need.

“Oh cazzo,“ she gasped, lifting her head from the table to look at me between her legs as she came hard. The flush on her cheeks, the sparkle in her eyes, and those full fucking lips forming an O were my endgame. Every damn time.

I licked my lips as I stood back up, staring down at her. She reached for me desperately, pulling me over her so she could taste her pleasure on my tongue. She hooked her foot into the band of my joggers, and I helped push them down, never breaking the kiss.

“Fuck me like this,” she whispered into my mouth. “No condom. I want to feel you properly, but don’t come inside me. Come in my mouth. I want to taste you too.”

Jesus fucking Christ. The way this woman asked for exactly what she wanted with that innocent, slightly nervous tone… it made me feral.

I entered her as slowly as my desire would allow because I knew she’d still need to adjust. The feeling of being deep inside her with nothing between us was un-fucking-believable. This was only the third time I’d been inside her, but then it had been thirty-six hours since she lost her virginity. I was trying to pace myself because I didn’t want to make her too sore, but it was fucking hard. Even Raw Mercy wasn’t this addictive.

After a few slow thrusts, I picked up speed, unable to contain the urges. Grabbing her hips, I pounded into her, sliding her body up and down over the puzzle pieces scattered everywhere. Cries and moans tore from her lips as she grabbed the sides of the small table for leverage. She dared to be louder than she ever had been, and although I could feel the tension at the back of my skull, it didn’t ignite my bloodlust. It only made me want to fuck her harder.

Groans and moans filled the bunker as we lost ourselves in each other’s bodies and pleasures, hands roaming, mouths exploring. My balls started tightening, and my muscles tensed as euphoria built. “Fuck. I’m gonna come.”

I tore myself away from her with a frustrated groan. She immediately slid off the table to her knees, her eyes wide and excited, as she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Just the sight of her eagerness had me shooting into her mouth without a single pump of my hand.

I panted hard, unable to tear my gaze away as she licked the last drop from my bellend and closed her mouth, swallowing it all. I dropped my hands to the table, hunched over her, and shook my head as she looked up at me with a sweet smile.

“We taste good together,” she said, running her tongue along her bottom lip.

Grabbing her by the throat and pulling her to her feet, I lifted her to sit on the table. My mouth was on hers before either of us could say another word. I didn’t have words for what this woman was doing to me. I couldn’t articulate it, let alone understand it. All I knew was that she was mine. No one else was ever having her.

The thought of her family tried to push through and ruin the moment for me. They’d come for her. I knew they would. I also knew it was insanely cuntish to want to keep her here with me and not let them take her home, back to the life she had before me.

I had nothing to offer her, except this. Me. A broken man who barely functioned outside his thirst for blood. She deserved more. I knew it, yet I still couldn’t let her go. Not now.

We showered together, her giggling and trying to run away from the frigid downpour, while I found it amusing to hold her to me and force her into it. She hated the cold. And I hated that I couldn’t keep her warmer. The shower was cold. The bunker was cold. The nights were cold. I’d already decided that for my next reward I’d request a thick duvet. All my requests from now on would be for things she needed, things that would make her more comfortable. Maybe then… she won’t leave me.

“What do you need?” I blurted as we settled into the armchair, her curled up on my lap with that book she kept filling with strange doodles.

“What do you mean?”

“What do you need? If you could make this place better, how?”

“You’re redecorating?” she joked, chewing the end of her pencil. I reached for one of her feet and started rubbing it through her sock to keep her toes warm.

“McKenna gives me rewards for winning the fights. I can get you things.”

Her smile fell, and she dropped the pencil from her lips. “I’d rather you didn’t risk your life by fighting at all. I know all about illegal cage fights. I know they don’t follow any rules, and for the elite fights, it’s fight to the death.”

“So, when I win my next fight, what do you want?”

She narrowed her eyes, annoyed that I’d ignored her concern. But I didn’t know what to do with it.

“I don’t want you to fight. You barely survived the last one. You’re still recovering, and you’ll be at a major disadvantage. Just tell that stronzo you need more time to heal.”

“Stronzo?“ I smirked at the little Italian that had filtered through because she was mad.