Half Of The Mafia Man (COMPLETED)

Chapter 32*

Chef d’oeuvre
(n.) masterpiece.

Willow’s POV

I walked inside the school and looked for Candice and Victoria. I saw Milain talking to a girl who looked a bit chubby, she looked like someone you could cuddle with.

“Hey,” she turned to me and pulled me for a hug.

“Hi you.”

“Have you seen Victoria?”

“I think I heard her saying her sister was coming home. She had gone to the other part of the world to study criminology, can you imagine?” the chubby girl asked and I chuckled. Didn’t know you could study that.

“That’s cool.”

“Yeah, and she had kept quiet the entire time. That was until now she called and told them she was coming back. After four years, imagine,” Milain said and I nodded my head. All classes went quicker than usual or maybe because the teachers didn’t attend.

We were all sitting in the living room. Angelica was awkward as Sean paced across the living room. The man who had tried to take me and Hallow a last night was Marcello and he told Sean something that he can’t share with us.

“You are giving me a headache,” I said and he stared at me then at the guys around us. I sighed and walked toward him, I held his hands and looked into his eyes. I had forgiven him for what happened last night. He had apologised a million times and told me nothing happened between him and Angelica.

“What is going on?” I asked and he held my gaze for a second without saying anything. He looked at the men behind him before he pulled my hand to the office.

“I found out that mandy is coming back,” he said and I shrugged.

“You said you loved me, why are you stressing?”

“You are not mad?” he asked and I shook my head.

“I love you, Sean,” I told him and he smiled before his lips met mine.

Before I knew it, I was on his table, naked. He kissed the insides of my thighs and a moan left my lips. My back arched when he traced his hand on my belly, I needed to feel him in me one more time. I couldn’t wait. I didn’t want to wait.

I hooked my ankle around his neck and pulled his head closer to me. Slowly, he brought his middle finger between my legs and slid it gently over my folds. He parted the lips before his thumb met my clit, he started rubbing it in circles. He brought his lips to mine and I moaned when his finger kept working.

His taste, his smell, his touch. They had me lost in the moment.  I opened my legs wider when he pulled away, I was wet, and in need of him. He was indifferent. His cock was just as hard, I reached down to grasp him and position his head at my entrance.

He pushed in, my eyes rolled into the back of my head. He started with a steady rhythm His tongue on my neck, sucking on me like a thirsty vampire on a blood moon night. My hips rose to meet his every thrust. I tried to stop but I couldn’t.

My hands found their way to his hair, I tugged on it as my world was rebuilt. A moan left my lips when he thrusted harder, shaking the table under us as he did.

My nails digging on his shoulders, it felt like I was gonna blackout. His teeth found my nipples and he bit onto them, not as hard as Floyd would do it, he was so gentle with me.

My back arched again, my legs around his back pulling him even closer than he was. He pushed harder, hitting a spot that made everything blurry as an orgasm left me, and his came in me.