Mafia Crown: Standalone Enemies to Lovers Romance, page 25
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Theresa
"What…what is that for?" I squeak.
He tilts his head; I swallow. My stomach folds in on itself.
"Are you g…going to use it on me?"
"You did say that you trust me..." he says in that low, husky voice that sends another tremor up my spine.
"I…didn’t think that meant that you’d blindfold me."
"It’s only to heighten your senses. Of course, if you are too afraid to wear it—" he lets the words hang in the air between us. I know he’s testing me. He wants to see how far I’ll let him go before I ask him to stop. But I don’t want him to stop. A shiver runs down my spine. Why do I find it so damn hot? Is it wrong to want everything that he wants to do to me?
"Well?" he murmurs. "What do you say, Sunshine? Can I blindfold you?"
I bite the inside of my cheek, then nod.
His muscles relax. Whoa, did he think that I was going to refuse him?
Before I can ask the question, he leans over and places the strip of silk over my eyes. He ties it at the back of my head, and just like that, darkness descends. I can sense my breath, the bead of sweat that trickles down between my breasts, the sound of his footsteps on the floor as he moves away.
"Stay right there," he commands as his footsteps fade away.
The minutes stretch and I sit up. Where the hell did he go? Why did he have to blindfold me before he left? If it was to enhance the anticipation, then it sure as hell is working. I shuffle around on the table, to find a more comfortable position. Just as I am about to slide my legs closed, his footsteps sound. Something clinks, ice? Did he go to get ice? He places something on the padded table, then returns to stand between my legs.
"Ready, Sunshine?" his gravelly voice rumbles across my nerve-endings.
"Wh…what are you going to do?"
The heat of his body intensifies and I know that he’s moved closer. The pungent scent of the candle strengthens. The hair on the back of my neck rises. He’s not going to, is he?
A line of fire detonates in the center of my chest.
I scream. He claps his hand across my mouth. I bite down on the edge of his hand as the heat zings down to my core, then fades away just as quickly.
He removes his hand from over my mouth and I gasp, "Did you…did you just drip the hot wax on me?"
"It’s called heat play," he affirms. The ice clinks, then a trail of cold so chilly that it’s almost hot steaks down my chest. It shoots down to my core and seems to circle my clit, which throbs.
"Ohmygod," I gasp. "What was that? Was that the ice, was it—"
Another stream of heat zings down over my belly. My core clenches, my thigh muscles tremble, and moisture coils in my core. I close my fingers into fists as the heat fades away, instantly leaving me throbbing, sweating, wanting… More… Much more.
"Axel," I whine, "what are you doin—" I yelp as a stream of cold follows in the wake of the heat. I can almost hear the moisture sizzle as it touches my overheated skin. Then, that too, fades away and something soft brushes my lips.
He takes my hand and places it over his shoulder, "Hold on."
"What?" My heart rams into my chest, "What are you going to do, what—" I yell as a zing of fire trails down my chest. Did he just strip the wax off of my chest? My nipples tighten, my belly quivers, and all of the pores on my skin seem to pop. I pant and hold on as he licks his way down my skin. Then he rips off the next trail of wax and I moan. A trembling starts from my toes and rolls up my legs, my thighs. It seems to coalesce in my pussy, before radiating up my spine.
A sizzle of cold zings down my lower belly, then I yell, for he’s drawing the ice around my swollen clit. He drags the ice down my lower lips, then slides it inside my pussy and I throw my head back. I dig my fingernails into his shoulder as he works the ice in and out of me. In and out. The climax roars through me and I cry out.
My eyes maybe blindfolded, but my vision turns technicolor as the most intense orgasm of my life grips me. As it fades away, I slump back onto the padded table. I float down from the climax and become aware that he’s pulled the ice out of me. He pauses—to place the candle back?—then he drags the ice across my lips. The moisture seeps into my mouth and I suck on it. The taste of my cum, mixed with the scent of his skin, fills me. And it’s dirty and erotic, and damn, if I don’t want more.
He slides the ice inside my mouth and I bite down on his fingers. He draws in a sharp breath, and a growl rips up his chest. The next moment, he’s replaced his fingers with his mouth. He swipes his tongue across mine as he yanks the blindfold from my eyes. I blink, take in that blue gaze of his that bores into me as he hooks his arm under my knee. He yanks my leg up and to the side, then positions his cock at my entrance.
"I am going to fuck you now." He bares his teeth.
Before I can reply, he’s thrust forward and buried himself to the hilt. Too much. Too full. He stretches me. He’s so deep in me that, surely, I can feel him in my stomach. I open my mouth and he deepens the kiss. He crams his tongue inside my mouth, and at the same time, he begins to fuck me in earnest. He lunges forward with such force that the entire table screeches back. My body jolts and the slap of flesh meeting flesh fills the room. He doesn’t close his eyes. He holds my gaze as he slides his hand between us and pinches my clit. A scream wells up, but he swallows it up. Sweat slides down his temple, plops on my cheek as he pulls out, only to lunge forward again. He hits that spot deep inside of me that I didn’t even know existed. He plunges into me, again and again. And again. Each time, he hits that spot and sensations vibrate out from the point of contact. He drags his hand up my body to cup my breast. He squeezes down on my nipple and a moan spills from my lips. He drags his hand down my arm, twines his fingers with mine. then tears his mouth from mine.
"Come for me, Sunshine, come all over my cock."
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Axel
Her pupils dilate and she throws her head back as her entire body shudders. Her pussy clenches around my cock as she comes and comes. Her orgasm seems to go on and on and I continue to fuck her through it. Color flushes her neck and cheeks, and she holds onto me as her features contort. Her eyelids flutter shut and she finally slumps back.
"Look at me," I growl. "Look at me, Sunshine."
She raises her heavy eyelids and I hold her gaze as I thrust myself inside her wet, hot pussy one last time.
"Fuck," I growl as I come inside her. A trembling grips her and I brush my lips across hers. A teardrop squeezes out from the corner of her eyes and I lick it up. I raise my head and peer into her features, "Did I hurt you?"
She shakes her head.
"Was it too much for you?"
She hesitates.
"Talk to me," I order, "tell me how you feel."
"Like I have been well and truly fucked?" she blurts out.
I can’t stop the chuckle that rumbles up my throat, "I like the sound of that, baby."
I kiss her hard, then pull out of her.
She hisses as I straighten.
"Are you sore?"
"A little," she admits, "but I don’t mind."
"So you liked the heat and cold play?"
"I was surprised," she bites down on her lower lip, "but once I got over the initial shock, it was the most intense experience I have ever had." She lowers her gaze.
"Hey," I notch my knuckles under her chin, "you don’t have to be ashamed that you like kink."
"Who’d have thought?" She laughs. "But it definitely opened my eyes to just how over-the-top sex can be."
"And I am only getting started." I smirk.
"Jeez, I really shouldn’t have said that. Now, your already inflated ego is going to get even bigger."
"Not the only part." I chuckle.
She rolls her eyes. "Forget I said that." She slaps me on my shoulder and I grip her wrist and tug her to a sitting position.
She glances down and I follow her gaze to where my cum slides down her inner thigh.
"Fuck, that’s hot," I reach down and push the thick liquid back inside her pussy.
"What the—?" She freezes, "Did you just push your cum back inside me?"
"Seems like it," I drawl.
She raises her chin and her pupils are blown, her color even higher than earlier; her lower lip trembles.
"Jesus," I bury my fingers in her hair, "that turned you on, didn’t it?"
"It shouldn’t have," she whispers, "but somehow, every filthy thing you do only makes you more attractive, and I have no idea why."
"Don’t you?" I wrap her hair around my hand, then tug, so she has to raise up her chin. I gaze into her gorgeous green eyes and the blood rushes to my cock. "You’re so beautiful," I murmur and the pink on her cheek deepens, "I want to fuck you again." I brush my lips across hers because I can’t resist her lush mouth. She shivers, her lips cling to mine, and that’s the only encouragement I need. I release her hair, only to scoop her up in my arms.
Turning, I walk out of the room, past the dying fire in the study and up the stairs to my bedroom. I lower her onto the bed, then point a finger at her, "Stay there."
I pull my phone from my pocket and open the security app, making sure all doors and windows are armed and locked down for the night. I place my phone on the table. "Now, where were we?"
"I am naked and you haven’t even removed your clothes." She scowls.
"Are you complaining?" I chuckle.
"I want to see my husband’s body. Is that too much to ask?"
A thrill runs down my spine. My wife. She’s my woman. All mine.
I slide the gun out from my waistband, then place it on the dresser. I spin around, grip the back of my shirt and pull it off. I toe off my shoes and socks, push down my already unzipped pants, along with my boxers, and kick them off.
When I straighten, she draws a quick breath. She drags her gaze down my chest, my abs, down to where my cock is already thickening.
"We didn’t use a condom," she says slowly.
"We never have. Are you only just now realizing that?" I walk over to stand in front of her.
Her cheeks redden, "I... I was otherwise distracted."
I smirk.
She scowls. "I am not on birth-control," she points out.
"And?"
"Do I have to point out the obvious—that I could get pregnant?"
"Is that a problem?"
"Do you want me to get pregnant?" Her forehead furrows. "Is that how you plan to get the Sovranos to forgive you for what you did?"
I tilt my head.
"Oh, my god. That is your plan, to get me pregnant. That's your guarantee for the Sovranos never hurting you in the future."
She bites down on her lower lip again, and fuck, if that doesn’t turn me on further. I place a knee on the bed, then bend down and tug her lip from between her teeth. "No one is allowed to hurt you, Sunshine, not even yourself."
Her breath hitches.
"No one except me, you feel me?"
She nods.
"As to your question, no, I hadn't planned out that far. In all honesty, I got carried away, which is why I didn't use a condom." He peers into my eyes, "Do you want me to use protection?"
"No," she shakes her head, "I want a child. I want your child. I've always wanted to have my own family, and I don’t want to wait."
The thought of her having my baby, our baby... My head spins. Somehow, the idea of planting a child in her fills me with primal satisfaction.
I position myself between her legs, then slide down so my mouth is poised over her glistening pussy. I blow on the chafed flesh and a moan bleeds from her lips.
I drag my fingers up the abraded skin of her inner thigh and she shivers.
I lick her from backhole to clit and her entire body jolts.
"Ohmigod," she moans, "oh, Axel." She digs her fingers in my hair and her thighs squeeze about my face. I grip her hips, drag my finger down to play with her backhole.
She freezes. I thrust my tongue inside her channel and she jerks. I continue to eat her out as I slide a finger inside her backhole. At the same time, I squeeze her gorgeous breast.
She pushes her hips up and into my mouth, even as she tries to pull away the upper part of her body. I laugh against her pussy and she moans.
The noises she makes. Fuck, they drive me out of my head with desire. I tear my mouth from her core, then crawl up her body. I urge her to wrap her legs about my waist as I position myself against her opening. I bracket her body with my elbows on each side of her, holding up my weight as I stay poised.
"Look at me," I order and she raises her heavy eyelids. She holds my gaze as I thrust forward and bury myself to the hilt. My pelvis hits the soft flesh of her pussy and she pants. She digs her heels into my back and winds her arms about my neck. She buries her fingernails into my shoulders as I begin to fuck her. In and out of her; in and out. I tilt my hips, plow deeper inside her, and her breath hitches. I hold her gaze as I try to drill into her, going as deeply as I possibly can. Her pussy clamps down on my cock and I stay buried in her.
"I want to crawl inside you and never leave," I growl. Jesus! I sound like a man possessed. Like a man obsessed. A husband who’ll never get enough of his wife. I pull out of her, then ram into her with such force that she moves up the mattress. The entire bed jolts; something crashes onto the floor behind me as I hold her gaze. "Come with me." I ram into her and her mouth falls open.
Her spine curves and she screams as she comes. I cup her cheek, lower my forehead to hers as I empty myself inside her. My breath comes in pants and my heart thuds in my chest. I stay there for a few seconds before I fall over onto my back, taking her with me. I fold my arms about her, hold her close. "Sleep," I murmur, as I close my eyes.
When I wake up, I am alone. I glance about the bed, the room, jump to my feet and barge into the bathroom. It’s empty.
"Fuck," I swear as I grab a pair of sweats and step into them. I snatch up my gun, slide it into the waistband of my pants.
Then I snatch up my phone and glance at the security app. Everything seems normal. None of the doors or windows have been opened. My steps slow as I walk down the steps. When I hit the ground floor, I hear her singing. Huh?
I walk toward it and the scent of coffee and bacon reaches me. My stomach rumbles and I head for the kitchen. I walk inside to find her dressed in my shirt, that hits her mid-thigh. She’s piled her hair on top of her head in a messy bun with tendrils curling about her shoulders. I lean a hip against the doorway watching as she bumps and grinds as she sings the words of a song I don't recognize, "F-i-r-e… oh. F—iii-r-e, oh."
I chuckle under my breath, then walk over to her.
"F-i-rr-e, oh. Fiiii-r-e, oh," she sings again.
I lower my head until my mouth is next to her ear, "Very appropriate." I smirk.
She yells, then drops the spatula she had been using to scoop the bacon onto a plate.
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The spatula clatters on the counter and drops of fat singe my skin. "Ouch." I grimace and bring my hand up to my mouth to suck on it.
He catches my wrist. "Let me." He lowers his mouth to the back of my hand and drags his tongue across the reddened skin.
Goosebumps pop on my skin. My toes curl. He closes his lips around the hurt skin and sucks on it. I feel it all the way to my core. He continues to lave my skin and my nipples tighten. Hell, I had just been in his arms, in his bed, and he’d been inside me several times last night, but apparently, I’ve not had enough of him.
I try to pull away, but he doesn’t let me. He lavishes attention on my hurt skin like it’s the most important thing in the world. The way he gently holds my wrist with his other palm cradling my elbow—the contrast between the darkness of his skin and my more pale one is almost obscene.
"I am fine," I insist, but all he does is walk me toward the sink. He turns on the tap and holds my arm out under the running water. The pain instantly fades away. A sigh spills from me.
"I am sorry I surprised you," he murmurs. "I saw you in my shirt and stopped thinking."
My cheeks burn. I shoot him a sideways glance to find him focused on keeping my arm under the running water. A-n-d, he’s bare-chested. He’s wearing his pants that ride low on his hips. His biceps bulge as he keeps my hand trained under the tap. Gosh, he’s ripped. I’d felt those cut planes of chest last night, but seeing him in the light of day, standing in front of him in all his gorgeous glory, sends vibrations of lust shooting down my spine.
"It’s nothing," I insist, "it barely even hurts anymore."
He switches off the tap, then raises my arm to examine it, "It’s best to put an anti-burn ointment on it so it doesn’t scar."
"It’ll be fine." I try to pull away again. Not that he lets me.
He levels that hypnotic, blue gaze on me, then guides me to a chair at the kitchen counter. "Sit," he commands and I sink down into the chair.
"I am really okay," I plead.
"Let me be the judge of that." He points a finger at me, "Don’t move." He walks over to one of the shelves at the far end of the kitchen.
I drag my gaze up those powerful thighs of his that are outlined in the pants, and my belly trembles. His butt is compact, his waist trim, and at the small of his back, he wears a gun tucked into the waistband of his pants. I bite the inside of my cheek. "You’re never unarmed, are you?"
"It’s just a precaution," he says without turning around.
"You must have felt naked without your gun all the time you were a guest of the Sovranos."
"I managed." He opens the door, removes a first aid kit, then walks over to me. Uncapping a tube of salve, he proceeds to spread it over the splotches of red on my skin. Any remaining burning sensation instantly subsides. The tension oozes out of my shoulders.
He blows on the skin, then glances at me from under those thick eyelashes. "Better?" he asks.
