Faked A Dark Mafia Romance - Vanessa Waltz Page 0,49
my first time like a sweet montage in a romantic comedy, sparkling conversation over a dinner table and then stumbling to bed, not this intoxicating submission. Spirals of heat stroked my nipples as he clenched his fists. His jaw ticked with a savage tempo as his possessive gaze zeroed on me. He could’ve strangled me just as soon as fucked me.
“Beg me, or I’m gone.”
Panic gnawed at my confidence.
Then he stepped away, heading for the door.
“Take me. Fuck me.” I sucked in breath as he stopped, wreathed in darkness. “Do what you want with my body.”
His stare impaled me. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Desperation swelled beneath my ribs, but the same sick longing seemed to grasp Vinn. He approached, sweeping his knuckles over my cheek.
“I’m not using a condom.”
A thrill of anticipation touched my nipples. “Vinn, I’m not on birth control.”
“Is that a no?”
“I-I won’t stop you.”
A war raged in his eyes. “You should.”
“You were going to keep me, but never fuck me?”
“I would’ve been nice. I’ve always held back around you.” His fingers knotted my hair. “You drive me crazy, Liana.”
He affected me, too.
My ragged breaths cut the air as he restrained me, so intoxicated by him that I wavered.
“Do anything you want.”
“You shouldn’t say that. You’re handing over power, giving me the tools to manipulate you.”
“You won’t do that.”
“Yes, I will.” Vinn tightened his hold, his chest pulsing. “Killian would eat you alive.”
“He doesn’t have my trust. You do.”
I turned, grazing my lips on his leg. I kissed him through the fabric. My hands smoothed over hard muscle before sweeping up his thigh. My fingers brushed his blazing-hot bulge. I closed my fist over him.
His cock jumped. As I stroked him, he released a low hiss. He anchored behind my head, shoving my face into his groin. He rubbed his stiff cock over my cheek, his body melting me through the cotton.
It should’ve been degrading, but it wasn’t.
“Liana, this is your last fucking chance.” He backed away, still gripping my hair. “Otherwise you will be wrecked, possessed, owned, and fucked.”
I had no other choice.
Even if my panties weren’t soaked, I would’ve let him take me. I’d rather be fucked within an inch of my life than put Vinn in harm’s way, so I signed on the dotted line.
I leaned forward. My lips teased his length, tracing his mushroom-shaped head.
His eyelids flickered, and he smirked. “Get up. Kiss me like you kissed Vincent.”
I shot upright and stumbled toward him. I took his waist, leaning into him. My clumsy kiss landed on his chin before Vinn stooped, allowing me to crush his rigid lips. They parted with a breeze of heat.
“That’s it? No wonder you’re not together.”
I seized his dress shirt and slammed my mouth into his. My tongue slashed into him, his mint taste flashing an image of the beach. I pretended we rolled on the sand while waves lapped our feet. I saw him in the military haircut, wearing the uniform. In my dreams, it wasn’t a scandal to kiss him.
He ravished me. He sucked on my lower lip, stifling my moans with his consuming kisses. I raked his hair, hissing when we bumped into a wall. He marked my neck with tiny stings. He nipped down, stopping just before my breast. His touch sailed up my thigh and grabbed my ass, kneading me. We tore at each other until he kicked open a door.
Vinn dragged me into his bedroom. He pushed me into a chair, his face still glued to mine. He cradled my cheek, which shouldn’t have lit my being on fire. He used to pinch my jaw and smile. It made me feel special, but he kept doing it, and when I got older, the burn spread to naughty places.
“That’s better,” he whispered, kissing me softly. “Much better.”
I licked my mouth. “What will you do to me?”
His breath cut my skin as I stared into a remorseless gaze. “You won’t move. No matter what I do, your legs stay open.”
I nodded, my breathing shallow.
Suddenly, he left the cradle of my arms. His shirt collar revealed the deep red flushing his chest.
I ached to drag him close and explore his body. It took everything I had not to fall into his embrace.
His rough fingers rolled up my sleeves. He leaned on the chair, and then his lips touched mine, soft and gentle. His tongue slid under my pout and sucked. The heat lashed me with bliss. A glow throbbed in my pussy as he played with me, the