Indebted to the Mafia King

Eleni

My mouth falls open. The boss of the Staten Island Saints is licking his lips and telling me he wants me. "I-yes," I say. "Please."

He smiles wolfishly and dives in to kiss me again. Distantly, I'm glad the fireplace isn't lit. Dante generates so much heat, ignites such a burn in me, that I think I'd disappear if the room were any warmer.

Still, somehow, I'm surprised when he runs his hand up under my shirt. He was warm at the shooting range. Here, his touch is a flame against my skin. I arch up into him as he grazes my ribs and sets off another cascade of heat. "Responsive." He smiles as he kisses along my chin, down the line of my neck. "I like that."

His praise makes my heart hammer. I want him to smile with his lips on mine. When he gestures me up and grabs the bottom of my shirt, I don't hesitate. No one has ever seen me like this before, but it feels right to be Dante. He pulls my shirt off over my head and starts to push me back down, but I reach for the clasp of my bra. His smell, his touch, his gaze, they're intoxicating. I want to give him all of me and more.

Dante doesn't stop me, just watches with wide, appreciative eyes as the white cotton falls away from my chest. He doesn't give me enough time to get self-conscious, either. His hands are on me before I've even laid back down on the couch. I gasp at the sensation. Despite the hunger in his gaze, in his mouth, he touches me delicately. He cups my breasts in each palm, though my flesh overflows his grasp, and kneads.

Another, softer gasp falls from my mouth as I grow used to the sensation of being touched. He studies me as he trails one finger up over my nipple, almost too light to feel. I bite my lip and let myself fall into his eyes. He nods and strokes it a little harder. I press up into him.novelbin

When Dante flicks my nipple, hard, the soft bite of pain mixed with pleasure shoots down my spine, and I make a noise I've never heard myself make before. I clap a hand over my mouth.

He grabs my wrist and pulls it away. "I've sound-proofed this room. I want you to moan for me. I need to know what you like." He presses a kiss to my palm and releases my hand. "Will you?" I ask. "Make sounds, so I know what you like?"

He chuckles. "Ambitious. Why don't you wait and see?"

I start to pout, but he flicks my other nipple, and another moan pours out of my mouth.

"Better." He smiles and presses his mouth to my chest.

Between his teasing smile and the praise on his lips, my body hums before I even feel the wet press of his tongue. He suctions his mouth over one nipple and flicks the other absently with his thumb. The world starts to melt away, and I become nothing but heat and want. I wind my fingers into Dante's dark hair and yank his face closer, wanting more. He makes a low sound in his throat that vibrates through my whole body. The warmth between my legs burns hotter and brighter, threatening to burn me alive.

He releases my nipple and meets my gaze. "Are you wet, El?"

I flush. I took all the sex ed classes in high school. I know, at least in concept, what he's asking. But I never experimented. I don't know how to know. I only know about the wildfire inside me and my certainty that only he can quench it. Dante seems to read at least some of this in my face. "I want you to put your hand in your panties for me." He leans up on his elbows so my arm fits between us.

He holds my gaze as I slide my free hand down my half-bare body to the waistband of my skirt, then under and into my panties. What I find there almost doesn't make sense for a moment. How, when I am nothing but fire, am I producing so much wetness? Because I'm soaked, all the way through my panties and probably onto my skirt. Maybe onto Dante's nice couch, so he can never forget I was here. His eyes burn. "Well?"

One spot between my legs burns brighter, and I push my fingers against the hardened nub of flesh there. There is a loud, wet sound, and I see stars. Dante grins. "Perfect."

He slides down my body, pushes my skirt up to my waist, and grabs the sides of my panties. I'm already nodding before he can look up at me for permission, my fingers still pressed against that nub, pulsating with desire. Cool air brushes over the wetness as he yanks my panties down and tosses them aside.

Dante groans. "I see you've already found your clit. Good."

He kisses up the inside of my thigh, sending off more cascades of want, and I grab his hair again so I don't drift away entirely. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he moves my hand aside.

"Let me see your pretty pussy," he murmurs.

I sparkle with his praise. He'll take care of me. And then I'll lose my virginity, right here on this couch.

The first press of his mouth pulls a scream from my lips. I drag him closer by the hair as he circles my clit with his tongue, using the same firm, teasing strokes he used on my breasts. When he picks up speed, I wrap my legs around his head. The fire in my belly becomes blinding, racing toward an apex. An orgasm. As he sucks on my tender flesh, one thought takes over my mind: I need him inside me.

I tug on his hair until he finally pulls back. The lower half of his face glimmers with my wetness, and his gaze keeps drifting enviously back between my legs.

"I'm going to " I shake my head. "I want you."

He strokes the outline of my...pussy indulgently. "You have me."

"I want you," I repeat, staring at his pants.

Realization dawns in his eyes, and a wolfish smile takes over his lips. "You want my cock."

I nod so furiously I can feel my breasts bounce, and he watches the movement until I stop.

"I'm not going to waste my first time inside you on this couch," he says. "No, when I fuck you, El, I'm going to have you completely undone and at my mercy."

His voice shivers down my spine. I want to be good for him.

But not that good. "I want more."

"I knew you were a hungry little thing." He kisses my clit. "But I promise the wait will be worth it."

He dives back in before I can respond. This time, when I go to clamp my legs around his head, he forces them back down, pins me open for his enjoyment. My moans echo off the walls of his office and return to me, desperate and needy, as he moves his tongue ever faster. I want-

The peak of the inferno hits me hard and fast. I scream Dante's name and yank his hair as overwhelming pleasure wracks my body in wave after wave. Every time I start to come down, his mouth is there, drawing it out a little longer. Finally, I collapse, breathless and boneless.

He kisses the inside of my thigh and releases my legs. "You taste delicious, by the way."