Page 44 of The Gangster King

Reaching out my hand, I say, “Let’s dance.”

Dinner has been cleared and both of us nibbled on some cheese and grapes after.

“I should go to bed.” She giggles, taking my hand and tripping a little as she stands.

I catch her.

Has she drunk that much?

She presses her body against mine and nudges her nose into my neck. “You smell nice.”

Goddamn her.

We move to the soft Italian music and our bodies feel like they’re becoming one. Or maybe I’ve had too much to drink as well. Adelina runs her fingers along my neck and my eyes briefly close.

I’ve wanted this all my life.

Feeling her press her lips on my neck, her hands slide over my pecs, and I want to rip my shirt off and throw her on the table.

When her hand doesn’t stop at my belt, I hiss.

“Be careful.”

“Of you? I’m not scared of you, Dante Baldassare.”

I grit my teeth at the scent of her filling my senses, her touch drifting lower.

“You should be Adelina Baldoni, because when I take you, I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for days.”

She stills.

I feel her falter. Then her hand begins to drift farther south.

I nod at the staff near the door, and they disappear, shutting the house so we have privacy. Adelina cups my erection and the thin sliver of control I had snaps.

I reach down and scoop her up, something inside me roaring like a wild lion, as she let out a feminine squeal.

“What are you doing?”

Whatever was left on the table goes flying and smashing to the ground as I yank the cloth, then I sweep the rest away and place my prisoner down.

“You. That’s what I’m fucking doing.” I growl as she tries to escape. I rip her dress open and stare down at her breasts.

It’s like they sparkle back at me.

I’ve seen these cupped in a bikini over the years, peaking out at me from gowns and sundresses.

Now, they are mine.

My mouth drops and I suck hard on the first one.

“Oh, god,” she cries, gripping my hair so fucking hard I cringe.

I grab the other breast and squeeze, my thumb flicking her nipple as I continue feasting on the first. My body spreads her legs as I press in between her thighs and when I release her breast, I slide my hand up and with a sharp rip, tear one side of her panties.

“Fucking hell.” Her voice full of passion.

And surprise.