Page 24 of Mafia Secrets
“Is there something bothering you?” His question is said so sweetly. I’m sure the waves of anger are pouring off me.
I don’t speak, and when the elevator doors open, I swear I hear him chuckle. I march back to our room and swipe the door with the card. The minute we are in, I want to demand he tells me who she is. But as the door closes, trapping me in the room with Daniel, I turn to him, and my anger sheds away. I lost him once, and I realize I’m not prepared to lose him twice. The realization hits me hard and fast. He’s mine and no one else’s. I’ve never given my heart to anyone else, and I don’t think I ever could.
Rising on the tip of my toes, I press my lips to his. His hands remain at his side like he isn’t sure. I want to make myself very clear.
“I want you,” I say while looking into his eyes.
Something shifts; the humor that I saw there since I arrived at that woman’s hotel room door evaporates, and his ice-blue eyes darken. His hand slips into my hair until his fingers tighten at the base of my neck. I’m waiting for him to say something, but instead, his lips crash down on mine. I’m moving backward until my legs hit the foot of the bed, and I’m slowly being lowered. Having Daniel’s weight pressed against my body has me opening my legs slightly. My body recognizes him and responds almost automatically.
Gripping his shirt, I’m trying to pull him closer. His tongue dances along the edge of mine, and I moan into his mouth. He shifts above me, his erection pressing into my stomach. My eyes snap open, and he’s watching me. Daniel breaks the kiss and stares down at me. He balances on one arm while the other hand cups my cheek. I’m drawn to the blood on the sleeve of his shirt. He had beaten that man for touching me; that has got to mean something.
“Take off your shirt,” I say.
“You really want me.” He grins while climbing off me so he can kneel and unbutton his shirt.
“I don’t like looking at all the blood.” I lie.
He must know I’m lying because his grin remains fixed on his handsome face.
I watch each button he pops, and I swear he’s going slow deliberately. “I have clean shirts if you want me to put one on.”
He is enjoying this far too much, but I can’t look away from his ripped stomach. Each muscle is defined, and I want to touch all of his skin. He always kept himself trim and healthy, but I don’t recall this amount of muscles. His six-pack takes up my attention, and as he crawls back to me, I swallow, but I’m not backing out of this.
“As much as I love you in that dress…” Daniel’s fingers curl around the hem of my dress, and as he drags it up my thigh, the split widens. “I want it off you.” He finishes pushing the dress above my hips. He bites his bottom lip as he stares at my black thong before his gaze drags across my chest and lands on my face. He leans in, and my hands wrap around his neck, wanting his lips on mine, but his mouth passes mine as he grips the zipper of my dress and drags it down my back.
“Raise your hands in the air.” I do, and Daniel pulls the dress over my hand and deposits it on the ground. I pull up my leg to remove the high heels, and his hand covers mine.
“Leave them on. I think they are very sexy.” He bends and presses a kiss to my knee before continuing to press quick small kisses up my inner thigh. “I remember exactly what you like.” He presses a kiss so close to my core that my body hums, and I arch my back while lying back, remembering exactly how good he is with his hands and mouth. He always knows how to pleasure me.
His strong fingers pull my panties to the side, and I’m craving his touch.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
DANIEL
Lily’seyesareclosed,her body arching toward my touch, and I want her at my mercy. I want her to have no way to escape. Climbing off her has her sitting up in alarm. It thrills me to see how much she wants me. Seeing her jealousy was new to me, and I will keep reliving that moment when she saw Alexis over and over again in my mind. It was fucking perfect.
“Don’t move.” I warn her and open the wardrobe door. This hotel room is reserved just for our family, and the wardrobe is always fully stocked with fresh suits and ties. It’s the ties I want. I pull out four of them; the silk runs through my hands. I grab one more before turning to Lily.
She frowns, but her tongue flicks out and licks her lips in what I know is excitement. “Be a good girl and remove your bra.” I walk to the post of the bed and wait until Lily has her bra free. She lies down and raises an arm to me. I love the trust. I take her arm in my hand and press a kiss to her wrist before bringing her arm to the post of the bed. Using the tie, I secure her before moving to the other arm and repeating the process.
I climb on top of her and press a quick kiss to her mouth before I stretch out the next tie. “Lift your head.” This time Lily doesn’t obey, and I bend down until our noses are touching. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
Her breath brushes against my mouth, and I want her now, but I also want to enjoy this moment. I know I should be dealing with business matters, but after seeing the look of lust in Lily’s gaze, I couldn’t pass up this opportunity. She raises her neck, forcing me back, and I secure the tie over her eyes. She pulls her arms, but the restraints hold. I don’t touch her, but I take a minute to allow myself to appreciate how fucking perfect she is and how much I missed her body.
Her breasts are fuller, her nipples hard and ripe for sucking. My gaze trails lower to her abdomen, that’s flat all the way to the small scrap of material that’s covering her sweet pussy. I climb off her and grip either side of her panties. As I drag them down, she pulls on the restraints with excitement.
I bring the small black thong to my nose and inhale. Her pussy smells so sweet. I drop them on the ground and pick up a tie; wrapping it around her ankle, I tie her leg to the bed; once she’s secure, I run my fingers along the heel of her stiletto before I move to her other leg, this one I give far more room to move, but it still keeps her legs wide and her pussy on display. My cock bulges against my trousers; she’s fucking heaven sprawled out on display. She’s remained still, but from the rise of her chest, I know she’s listening, waiting, and sometimes the anticipation gives the moment so much more. I unbuckle my belt, intentionally making as much noise as possible, her head jerks in my direction, and I grin.
Her tongue flicks out, and she licks her lips as I push the trousers past my hips until they pool on the ground. I walk around to the side of the bed and peel off my boxers. My erection springs free, and I give it several strong strokes. The veins bulge along the sides, and the head of my cock looks ready to explode. I’m surprised my spunk isn’t streaming from the head.
I kneel on the bed beside her head, and gripping her hair, I guide her mouth to my cock. Instantly, her tongue flicks, ripping a groan of agony and pleasure from me. I want to drive my cock into the back of her throat, but she’s doing something with her tongue that’s amazing. She runs it under the hood of the head of my cock, her tongue drags across the length of my shaft, and she returns to the head.
“Fuck.” I hiss, it’s so good.
Her lips wrap around my cock, and I can’t hold back as I drive myself into her mouth. She takes most of my cock; she never holds back and always gives so much in the bedroom. My hands sink into her hair as I pound my cock into her mouth. She’s gagging around my cock, and it drives me to move faster until I’m close to the edge, but I pull back, not wanting this to end. I extract my cock from her mouth, her saliva coats the shaft, and pre-cum glistens on the head of my cock. I run my finger across the pre-cum and smear it on her ruby-red lips. Her tongue instantly flicks out and tastes it. She sucks her bottom lip, and my cock jumps, already wanting to be back in her mouth. But, I want to prolong this as much as possible.
Walking back to the end of the bed, I position myself between her legs where I can enjoy the view while I play. She can’t clamp them together with the restraints. I grip the lips of her pussy with my thumb and forefinger and roll. The effect is instant; she groans in pleasure, and when I increase the speed, she jerks against the ties on her wrists. With my other hand, I slip a finger inside her pussy and slowly press it to the roof of her pussy. The rhythm inside is slow as I roll her lips fast on the outside, her clit trapped between her folds.