Mafia's Obsession [18+]

34.

Sofia

There's something about Ezio Salucci that entices me. Right from the start when I once had a crush on him and still when he touches me in many different ways.

I think his darkness beckons me. Maybe it's his impassive cruelty that seduces me, giving me a thrill of danger. Or maybe, I simply have a twisted mind that always craves for a sense of something.

It's not like I like him. Yet, every time he touches me, my body seemingly succumbs to him. In a way that often scares me. Unspoken, though it unmistakably tells him it is his to corrupt. I am his to corrupt.

And truthfully, I don't despise it.

So, when he kisses me hard and deep, I welcome it. Though I'm aware it's such bad idea. His hand wanders beneath my nightgown, caressing my bare stomach. My lips part, my breaths ragged.

Shit.

I hate that I missed him.

"Let me taste you." He whispers against my mouth, almost pleading. Lips swollen of desperate kisses while his fingers are drawing patterns across my skin, tantalizing me. I almost forget the effect he has on me. And now the memories coming back in a rush. "Please, baby."

Little did he know, I'd give in without him saying the magic word.

I say, "okay," and it gets him on his knees right away. As if he's afraid I'll change my mind.

I won't.

He gets rid of my nightgown. Not wasting a second longer as he spreads me, legs wide open to satisfy his hunger. I'm likely wet by his piercing stare alone.

His fingers quickly push aside my thong and I whimper the second his tongue tastes me like he's been waiting for a long time. He tastes, twice, thrice, then he devours.

He reminds me what it feels like, to be at his mercy.

My back arches, but he holds down my hips. Mouth still savoring my pussy as if he doesn't want to miss a thing. The sound his tongue makes and the breathy moans from my lips are entangled in the room. The heavy tension is escalating and I find myself giving all of me to this man.

His index finger lightly brushes over my clit. Innocent touches that are obviously intentional. Because he knows they drive me crazy.

"Ezio—" I whimper. Or beg.

His large hands move to grip my inner thighs, keeping me in place and spread me before him as he's eating me out.

"You taste like heaven, dolcezza." He murmurs lowly. Eyes flicking up to me, pinning me in his dark stare. Fuck. I am where he wants me to be. Willingly. "Do I make you feel good, hm?" his finger keeps playing on my clit, building my high that's fast to reach.

I bite my lip and nod wordlessly as his tongue plunges in me, stroking in steady rhythm. God. He knows exactly what he's doing.

"Words, Sofia." He demands.

"It feels good." I whimper breathlessly, not even caring of his smug grin over my pussy.