Page 45 of The Gangster King

“There’s no backing out of this.” I growl as my fingers slide through her wet flesh. “Christ, you’re soaked.”

She stares back at me when I lift, and I’m hit with her raft of emotions.

Fear.

Need.

Panic.

Arousal.

Want.

Me too, baby, me too.

“Tell me you want this.” I demand as my finger presses inside her.

She arches at my touch but doesn’t reply.

“Addy,” I growl.

“Yes,” she answers, but her eyes are closed, and I know she’s lying.

But her body isn’t. Her pussy clenches around my finger, demanding more. I add another and curl them, making her gasp and clutch at my biceps.

“Yessss.”

“Look at me.” I growl, sliding them in and out, in and out, knowing she’s going to come quickly tonight. I suck on her nipple and release it with a pop, then grip her face, forcing her eyes back to mine.

“Tell me you want this. Beg me for your release.”

Rebellion flashes across her pretty eyes. She wants to hate this.

But she doesn’t.

I pull my fingers out and her grip on my arms tightens. I rub her clit, circling it lightly. Enough to tease, not enough to please.

“You bastard.” She flings her head back.

“Beg me, kitten.” I flutter my fingers over her flesh, deepening the pressure every now and then, and lick her nipple.

“Just...you want this.”

Really? She wants to argue right now. Fine. Play dirty, you little brat.

So will I.

I crouch and run my tongue along her pink folds as I hold the silver fabric out of the way. Then plunge my fingers inside her once more.

Goddamn, she’s fucking delicious.

Adelina writhes on the table, her foot landing on my shoulder. “Dante,” she moans.

“Beg.”

Lick.

Suck.