Page 24 of The Mobster’s Present

When she glances over her shoulder, there is heat in her eyes. I spin her around and press her back to the windows, her lips part and I slam my mouth down on hers. The kiss is all tongue and teeth. It’s messy and so fucking perfect.

“I’ve missed you,” I rasp against her neck after I kiss down her neck.

“We’ve been in the same room all day,” her words are breathless, but I can hear the sass in them.

Her lips are curled into a smile, something that I don’t see on her face enough when it’s not forced. I want to make her look like this every day for the rest of my life—blissed out with her mind turned off.

I strip her easily, her clothes falling around us like petals. When she’s naked for me, I lift her into my arms, and her legs wrap around my waist. I press her back against the glass and she gasps.

“Pull out my cock,” I growl.

With trembling hands, she follows my instructions. I’m rock hard and pre-cum is smeared across the crown.

Ashleigh’s legs squeeze around my waist as my shaft slides through her wet pussy lips. “Please,” Salvatore,” she moans my name, “I need you inside me.”

“Fuck,” I groan. “Line me up.”

Her delicate fingers wrap around my cock to help position me right where I need to be. With one, long thrust, I’m buried all the way inside of my woman. When her head falls back against the glass, I reach up and bury fingers in the hair at the base of her neck, holding her in place as I give her no time to get used to the feeling of being stretched around me again.

“Look at you,” I growl, “pressed up against the window high above the city where no one can see you, but you can see everything.”

Her hips roll when I start to move, her movements finding my rhythm and keeping time. My fingers tighten on my woman’s hips and hold her in place.

“More,” her body melts into mine as she gives herself over to me.

I fuck her with long, deep strokes. When I pull out slowly, I can feel the way her walls cling to me before I slam back home again.

“Yes,” she hisses her nails finding purchase on my shoulders as they dig in through my clothes.

She’s naked and in my arms, but I’m still fully dressed.

It would have been impossible for me to wait a second longer before I was inside her.

“Salvatore,” she moans her hips straining in my grip as her body wants to chase her own pleasure.

Not on my watch.

Her pleasure is mine.

“Take what I give you, Ashleigh,” there’s a command in my tone and I smirk. “I can already feel how close you are. You’re going to come all over my cock and then take every drop of my cum,” my voice is strained.

The base of my spine tingles and just when I think I won’t be able to hold on for another second, my jaw clenched tight and everything in me focused on my woman tipping over the edge, she lets out a high shriek.

Ashleigh’s thighs tighten around my waist as her pussy clamps down on my shaft. Her body is begging for my cum and I bury my face in the crook of her neck, my teeth sinking into her skin there.

“So perfect,” I groan softly as I fill her with my cock and my cum.

She’s breathing hard as I pull her away from the window and stride toward one of the suite’s rooms and don’t stop until I can get her tucked into bed. A smile curves her lips as she mumbles something I don’t catch and snuggles deeper into the bed.

This is exactly what she needed.

I’m sure everything with Oriana will be fine. Which is exactly why I call and check in with Carlotta before stripping down and sliding into bed next to my woman. When she feels the heat coming off me, she moves closer and lets out a sound that is pure satisfaction.

The sound sends a sick thrill of accomplishment rolling down my spine.

I did that. I shut her brain off which allows her to truly relax.

The most surprising part is that she trusts me to do it.