Mafia King (Young Irish Rebels #2) - Vi Carter Page 0,25

can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

My mind clouds with darkness, and panic takes over, and I focus on one small snippet that Noel taught me. That lesson becomes clearer, and my panic dissolves as I grow slack in Shay’s hand. His hold on me loosens, and I hang my head and pretend to weep. He releases me, and I react. I was aiming for in-between his legs. I’m waiting for him to crumble but find that I’m hopping on one leg as he holds my foot.

“Predictable.” He releases my foot, and I nearly lose my balance. This time when he reaches for me, I know his fingers are going to leave marks on my arm.

“I’d advise you to shut your mouth when we leave the house. I don’t want to be cleaning your brains off my t-shirt.”

I glance at his t-shirt and back up to his to see if he is messing with me. He isn’t.

“I like this t-shirt,” he says.

So do I.

I don’t stop the struggle and find myself pinned against the wall in the hall. His body presses heavier against me, and my stomach squirms. He’s turned on. My gaze trails up to his dark eyes. A sudden explosion of want erupts behind his eyes that set my own want for him on overdrive.

His black eyes dart to my lips, they sometimes look lifeless, almost like glass, but now they are filled with a hunger that makes my heart hammer heavily in my chest.

His name is on the tip of my tongue. I want to try it out. If I do, I know there will be no return. I push against him again instead.

“Let me go.”

His lips slam down on mine, and I freeze at the impact, but I’m moving under his warm, plump lips. The taste of alcohol and cigarettes fills my mouth. His body is warm; his cock grows harder against me. My body buzzes, and I’m panting, breaking the kiss, not understanding what’s wrong with me. I shouldn’t want this. Is this how girls feel? Like they have no control over their bodies?

His lips find mine again, and this time I’m sucked further down the rabbit hole. His hands release my arms, and I reach up and touch his wide shoulders. They feel more solid than I had imagined they would be. Every part of my body is responding by robbing the air from my lungs. I’m trying to focus on the tingle of his mouth on my lips, the heaviness of my breasts in my bra, but I’m drawn to the wetness between my legs.

I groan as my whole body seems to jump towards him. His large hand slides down my side, leaving a path of fire behind it. One I don’t believe I will ever be able to put out. The deeper he kisses me, a new taste fills my mouth. It’s iron. It’s heavy. It’s blood. It’s his blood, from the wound on his lip, and that has my body bursting with sparks that burn and bubble under my skin.

My clothes feel heavy, my hair feels heavy, my breasts feel heavy. His hand runs lower, and I don’t stop him as he grips the material of my dress and pulls it up. He’s dragging it up quickly, the tips of his fingers grazing my leg, sending everything inside me spinning. The moment his hand touches my pussy, my eyes spring open.

I’m terrified. I’m brave. I’m not me.

His tongue dips deeper into my mouth, and I mimic his movements for a millisecond before his finger slides inside me, and I groan so loud that I think it’s not me. His fingers slide out easily before re-entering. My nails dig into his wide shoulders as he continues pushing his fingers inside me. Another joins the first, and I feel stretched, but I want more.

I break the kiss again as too much spins and yearns inside me, wanting more. More of what? More of him? I had no idea if my reaction was normal, but I couldn’t focus on one feeling without another overtaking it. My breasts ache, and each brush of his chest against mine is painful but also sends a throbbing between my legs where he’s still fingering. Three large fingers fill me, and I spread my legs a little further. Each stroke grows faster, and I break the kiss again as I cling to him. Something dies before it bursts to life, and I’m crying out, my nails