Page 17 of The Mobster’s Secret

How can she do that to me?

We reach Willow’s bedroom, and I go in first and set her suitcase by the bed. She comes in behind me and looks around. When she sees the shelf full of books on environmental science, she turns and frowns at me.

“How did you know?”

Smiling, I shrug. “Who am I, Willow? You think I can’t find out about you?”

A flicker of emotion crosses her face. Curiosity, indignation, frustration, and finally…appreciation.

She can try to hide it all she wants, but she likes the way I do things. And those eyes of hers, those gorgeous blue eyes, betray her now. She’s begging me for it, and it’s like a punch to the gut as I feel all the blood in my body rush to my cock. I grit my teeth and lean past her to shut the door, leaving us fully alone. Even more alone than we were at the club.

A little half smile twists her lips up as she looks up at me, still playing her role in our little game. Even in the baggy clothes she’s got on, she’s magnificent. Beyond sexy.

“What now?” she whispers, her voice seasoned with that bratty little tone she’s so good at. “Now you just take me because you want me?”

Reaching out, I undo her elastic and let her hair fall down over her shoulders. “I do want you, Willow. You know that. But I would never take you unless you wanted me to.”

Slowly, I let the back of my hand move across her warm cheek, then down her sweatshirt. She’s not wearing a bra, and I can feel her plump nipples against my skin. I have to clear my throat before I bust in my pants.

“If you want me to stop,” I say, lifting her shirt to expose the soft skin of her belly, “all you have to do is tell me.”

Willow lets out a sharp intake of breath as her breasts are revealed, so round and perky. Absolute perfection.

“But you don’t want me to stop, do you, Willow?”

I’m starting to lose it now as my princess lifts her arms over her head, giving me permission to remove her shirt and toss it aside. She gasps as her back presses against the wall, and I lean closer, closer enough that the heat from her body is warm against my face. Close enough that her lime and coconut scent are all I can smell.

“You get what you want, don’t you?” she asks, her voice soft.

“Always.” I pop the button on her jeans and slowly pull the zipper down. “And right now, I want you.”

My eyes move down as her pants begin to fall, catching on her succulent hips.

“You wear such cute panties, princess,” I say, threading my finger through the elastic. Her cheeks go red, but she shakes her head, letting her hair fall in her face. She’s so fiery, who would have ever expected her to be shy?

I slide a hand under the waistband of her pants and grab a handful of her perky ass. She squeaks as I pull her to me and use my other hand to tug her jeans off. They fall to her ankles, leaving her in nothing but a pair of soaked lace underwear.

She’s turned on too, and I’ve barely gotten started. The sight of my cock springing from my pants causes her jaw to drop. I guess the sight of it last night wasn’t enough. She’s not used to it yet.

But she will be…

Pressing her back against the wall, I pull her panties down and slide my cock between her warm legs. The juices from her dripping wet pussy coat my shaft, slicking it nicely so I can fuck her thighs. Her folds are like silk against my crown, and a tiny gasp slips from her lips as I grind against her clit.

“And now you expect me to sleep with you?” she breathes, causing me to smile as my hips continue pumping. She wants to still protest? Pretend she doesn’t want me? That’s fine, princess. I love playing our little game.

“It will happen. But when it does, you’ll be begging me for it.” Cupping her breast, I bring my lips to her throat, kissing as I thrust in and out. I’m not even inside her and I’m right on the edge. And from the way her body has stiffened and her arms are trembling, so is she.

My thoughts are primal, feral, and I’m amazed I’ve controlled myself for this long. I want to mark her, breed her, bind her to me. Just the thought of other men even thinking they have a chance with her is enough to send me spiraling. A great growl rips from my chest as I press my body against hers.

Her arms drape around my neck as her breathing intensifies into short, frequent gasps, signaling her arousal. She may have a smart mouth, but her body doesn’t lie. She’s so turned on. The scent of her pussy fills my lungs, mixing with her sweet perfume. Her juices coat my cock, mixing with the pre-cum spilling from my tip.

She wants it. So do I. But she’s had a hell of a day, and if I’m going to take her virginity, I’m going to do it the right way. When she’s ready.

“My God, how are you doing this to me?” she moans, a blush coating her cheeks and a thin layer of sweat causing her skin to glisten.

“Your pussy was made for me, princess,” I growl. “I’m the only man who can make you feel this way.”

She moans, letting her head fall back as her grip around my shoulders tightens.