Page 10 of The Gangster King
We were much younger at a multi-family event in the Hamptons. I had watched her all evening, while Adelina had pretended to ignore me.
When I spent over an hour talking to Jenny Maceo about her trip to the Caribbean, she strode toward us, nudged my arm when she pushed past, and then disappeared inside the house.
I excused myself, fighting my grin, and caught up with her as she walked down the hallway of the Hampton’s mansion.Pushing open the door, I dragged her inside a room and locked it.
“What are you doing?!” she hissed, thumping my chest.
I shoved her against the wall and lifted her arms above her head.
“Stop. I want you.” I’d growled, my cock pressing hard against her.
“Don’t, please.” Adelina begged me breathlessly, her eyes shimmering with arousal.
“Admit you were jealous.”
She tried to turn away, but gripping both of her wrists in one hand, I grabbed her chin. “Say it or I’ll rip down your panties and fuck you right here.”
She gasped.
The kind of gasp that tells you a woman wants your cock.
“Is your pussy weeping for me? Can you feel my thick hard shaft against you, Addy?” I rasped against her face.
“No,” she said, so softly I could barely hear.
“Liar.” I licked my lips, studying hers, knowing my control was weakening. I needed this woman like I needed air.
When her mouth parted, I snapped. I slammed mine down onto hers and thrust my tongue inside. Adelina opened to me, submitting to what we both craved.
Our tongues twirled around one another’s, tasting and needing, passionately demanding more. I kept hold of her wrists, dominating her as her body arched against mine.
Then I took even more.
I swiped my tongue over her lips and then dove back in, consuming as much as I could of her. Knowing this would only be a brief moment.
I could’ve ripped her from the wall, then pushed her over the back of the sofa and sunk my cock into her dripping pussy. But she’d hate me for it.
The temptation to not care was so fucking close to the surface. It had taken all my willpower to release her arms and step back.
Panting, Adelina glared at me, her lips red and swollen, as she wiped her mouth over the back of her hand
“How dare you?” she asked, but there was little fire in her question.
She wanted to hate it, but she didn’t.
Just as she wanted to hate me but couldn’t.
“How dare I...stop?” I smirked, taking in her hard nipples, which pressed against the fabric of her white silk dress. “Consider yourself warned. Next time, I’m taking everything.”
Reaching out, I’d tucked a strand of her glossy dark hair behind her ear, then studied her face. The beast inside me wanted more, but I was trying to convince myself that walking away was the right thing to do here.
“There won’t be a next time, Dante.” Gianna said, wrapping her arms around her body. “That’s the last time you touch me.”
She was wrong.
In fact, she’s touched me many times since. A nudge, a slap, an accidental bump. Each one bittersweet, taunting me with her curves and arousing scent.
I knew we could never be in such an intimate and private moment again—not until I was ready to claim her completely.