Page 46 of The Mafia Bachelor

I’m used, and adored, and worshipped by this man.

He unashamedly works me on his cock, using me, exactly as I asked him to. Like I’m his.

His to pleasure, and his to break, and fuck until we’re both destroyed.

“Avery,” he snarls. “Love.” He doesn’t take his green eyes from me for a second as his expression goes animalistic. Wild. His teeth bared, all his focus on me.

I didn’t think it was possible, but he swells further, and then I see him shatter. He buries himself deep into me, and I could swear I can feel his cock twitching and the pressure of him sending jet after jet into me. Filling me up even more. Making me his.

And I’m gleeful. I did this. I made him fall apart, his perfect face scrunched. He’s gorgeous, even as his brow creases with the intensity. He’s unbelievable, and in that moment, he belongs to me. No distraction, no excuse, no one else watching. It’s just him, and me, and the way we fit together perfectly.

He’s mine as he stares into my eyes and shudders with the ecstasy he found in my body. With me.

“Kill.” I reach for him, suddenly desperate to have his skin on mine, to have him as close as we can be. Him on top of me, heavy and comforting. A warm, weighted blanket of my favourite person in the world. Slightly murderous person, admittedly, but we don’t judge.

And he groans as he yields, letting me tug him to me. For a second he takes my breath away with his heat and strength and bulk above me. Then he pulls me with him, seamlessly moving my legs so one of my thighs is over his hip, and we’re face to face, on our sides. He’s still mostly inside me, although he’s slipped out just enough that his come is leaking out, a warm gush that I should be embarrassed about, but am only stupidly proud.

I made him fall apart. Lose control. Claim me. Come inside me.

I’m lying partly on his arm, and he scoops me closer as he scans my face.

“At last,” he murmurs hoarsely. With his upper hand he smooths his hand down my face, sweeping my hair back, and those green eyes are mossy. Soft. Loving. “My love.”

Then he’s holding the back of my head firmly and kissing me like he’s starving for me. Still.

20

AVERY

I wake to buttery soft morning light, the scent of rain and grass, and a heavy arm over my waist.

Kill.

I don’t know what sex is normally like, but seriously, this could be a wellbeing treatment. I’ve never felt so good. There’s a pleasant buzz between my legs, a happy liquidity to all my limbs. I’m content.

My head is partly resting on his bicep, and one of his legs is possessively over mine. I couldn’t move if I wanted to. I’m superglued to this bed now.

That thought sparks a concern. Awkwardly, I look up. I can’t see what the time is, but I remember that there are strict rules about how long Kill’s dates are.

Racking my brain, I can’t recall when I should leave.

“Kill,” I whisper.

“Mmm.” He makes a sleepy, rumbling noise and his arm scoops me up and drags me closer. I gasp as the hard length of his cock presses into my bottom. It’s hot, and insistent, and excitement flares from my pussy to my throat and back again as he grinds against me. “Avery. Love.”

Between that endearment and the feel of him, it’s all I can do to not moan in response.

“I need to go,” I whisper reluctantly. “I think the date might have ended at breakfast time, and…”

I stop talking, because he’s slipped his hand down, over my tummy, and is gliding to where I’m still sticky with the results of what happened last night. How he filled me up, over and over. We hardly slept.

Then he’s shifted, and the head of his cock notches at my entrance just as his fingers reach my clit.

“I need you again,” he rasps against my ear as I turn slightly to try to see him.

“Yes.” That can only be what I say, as all thoughts except having Kill inside me fly.

It’s familiar now. The fullness. The closeness. The pleasure. The explosion of the climax he pushes into me.