Taken_ A Dark Mafia Romance - Piper Stone Page 0,70

that wouldn’t last. Yet I would cherish it, a tiny snippet of his heart, likely the only amount he’d be able to give.

“What did you wish for?” he finally asked.

I could tell he was looking at the sky, his breath skipping. “Something I will never be able to have.”

“What if I could give it to you? What if I could go to the ends of the earth in order to find exactly what you wanted?”

I bit back a cry, hoping he wouldn’t sense my vulnerability. “I don’t think you can, Matteo, because what I wished for can’t be bought or taken, but I adore you for wishing that you could.”

“You might be surprised.” As always, his voice created a hum from deep within, desire that seemed to sweep through every single cell in my body. When he took the drink from my hand, bringing the glass to his lips, I tilted my head.

I wanted to watch his every move, to study his various nuances. Everything about him drove me insane, but as always, the girl inside hungered to the point of leaving my panties damp and my heart skipping beats.

He didn’t hand me the glass, merely easing it onto the railing several inches away. Then he pressed my body against the railing, shifting his hips back and forth. There was no doubt what he had in mind, the same intense longing. As he fisted my hair, he lowered his head, whispering, “You belong to me. No one will ever take you away again, my beautiful, delicious morsel.”

I was stunned that they were the same words from the dream, my mind recapturing the images. He nuzzled into my neck, dragging his tongue from the base to my earlobe, swirling the tip around my ear.

“Are you still wet for me?” he asked.

“Yes. Oh, yes.”

“Do you crave having my cock again?”

“Uh-huh.”

As he slowly lowered one strap from my shoulder, his fingers following the trail as it slipped to my elbow, I trembled. When he repeated the move, easing the other slender strap then forcing my arms to my sides, I let out an audible moan.

The dress silently fell to the deck, the light breeze allowing the thin material to follow the contours of my body. Stars floated in front of my eyes as he tapped my leg, requiring me to lift one foot then the other. I was vaguely aware he’d kicked it aside, closing my eyes as he brushed all ten fingers down the length of my back.

I expected the panties to be ripped away, but he gently rolled the thin elastic over my hips, his thumbs dragging the thong down my thighs. My nipples were hard pebbles, my pussy already soaking the expensive lace. When I sensed he’d dropped to his knees, I gripped the railing, digging my fingers into the wood.

“So beautiful,” he murmured as he pressed his lips against my thighs, following the trail he was taking. He continued lowering them, darting kiss after kiss against my skin. “So delicious.”

I had difficulty breathing as he lifted first one leg then the other until I was free of the confines. His fingers never stopped caressing, moving in zigzags and circles as he rolled them up my other leg, dragging his tongue along the way. By the time he cupped my buttocks, kneading the still bruised skin, I couldn’t stop the series of moans slipping past my lips.

“And I’m going to fuck that tight little ass of yours.”

His words held more of a dangerous flair tonight, as if this was the very moment that he’d decided to make his final claim. There was nothing I could say, no words that could break the intensity of our connection. And I whispered to myself the words that I knew to be true.

I belonged to him.

All of me.

Excitement surged into every cell and muscle, a letting go of the inhibitions and fears. I wanted this. I craved his touch. I wanted the man without reservation.

As he rose to a standing position, he broke the connection and for a few seconds, I thought he might leave me alone. Then I heard the soft rustle as he removed his clothes, the undeniable sound as he unzipped his shorts. And my mouth watered for what was to come next.

He returned, wrapping his arms around me and once again cupping my breasts. Only this time, he squeezed both before flicking his fingers across my nipples.

“My bad little girl.”

There was no reason for the level of ecstasy the statement