Page 33 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

“The magic word is no.” He jerks me upright so I see myself in the mirror.

Wild. Untamed. Aroused.

“Let me go…” I struggle.

“Tell me no.” He presses his hardness against my butt and I bite down on a moan. “Say it, and I will let you go, put you on the next flight out of Las Vegas.”

“Get your hands off me.”

He holds my gaze in the mirror as his free hand cups my hips.

“Plump.” His hand drags up my stomach, stopping on the full swell of my breast. “Ripe.”

His hand slips around to my back, fingers finding the clasp of my bra, undoing it with practiced ease.

“Don’t you…”

My words die the moment his hand returns, cupping my breast, firm, possessive, his fingers clipping as he twists my nipple.

A sharp breath leaves me.

“There it is,” he purrs, satisfied, like he’s been waiting for that exact reaction. “That sound.”

My fingers curl against his hardness, my body arching despite myself.

“You fight it,” he continues, his voice brushing against my ear, arousing. “But your body… it gives you away every time.”

“Go away.” I shake my head, breath sloppy. “Stop talking…”

“Why?” He pinches my nipple, hard enough to pull another reaction from me. “You don’t like hearing it?”

I swallow, because I do. And that makes it worse.

“You feel it,” he goes on, raspier now. “The way you respond before you can think. The way you lean into it even when you tell yourself not to.”

My reflection stares back at me, flushed, undone, nothing like the version of myself I recognize.

“You don’t have to pretend with me,” he finishes, his voice dropping. “I already know what you want, Bonbon.”

“Don’t call me that…” I bite out.

“Are you wet?” He ignores me.

“In your dreams,” I fire back.

He chuckles, like he doesn’t believe a word of it. His hand releases my hard nipple, dragging down to my thong, and just when I think he’s about to slip beneath it… He rips it.

“Get…” I struggle harder, my legs snapping shut as I fight to get away from him, pushing, twisting, anything to break free.

“Say the word.” He pins me with his body, one leg forcing mine apart, his hand coming down, cupping my sex, taking the truth straight from me.

Yeeeeeees.

I melt against him, my eyes shutting.

His hand stays there, holding, knowing.

I feel it in the way my body reacts instantly, like there’s no point denying it anymore, like everything I tried to fight has already given in.