THE MAFIA’S CAPTIVE ANGEL

It had been thirty minutes since Sin and I returned from the ball, and all I could think about was how amazing it was to have him dance with me. Despite encountering Lauren, the night had gone smoothly and was amazing.

After our dance, we stayed an extra three hours at the party, with Sin introducing me to a couple of people. We decided to call it a night when the clock hit eleven and I was already getting tired.

But instead of getting ready for bed, all I could think about was the ball and Sin. There was no denying that my feelings for him were growing with each passing day.

Shaking the thought off my head, I undid the knot of my bathrobe to step into the showers. But as I run my hands over my body, I can’t stop thinking about all the places he’s touched me… and wishing he was here to touch me again. I shut my eyes under the stream of hot water, imagining Sin beside me, grinning that sly, dark smile of his, and pinning me against the shower door before he bends to kiss me. His hands are wrapped around my waist again, but this time he’s doing more than just bracing me up in the water.

Stop it.  I turn the shower on just cold enough to make me gasp and, hopefully, rein in my overactive mind.

When I’m finally cleaned up and rinsing off, still dripping, I turn to leave the shower and go back to where I left my towel and my clothing earlier. My mind is still not fully present, too distracted by thoughts of sin. Without watching where I was going, I missed a step, and I let out a scream as I staggered.

I catch myself on the wall and right myself, but not before someone bursts through the door of the bathroom.

“Do you all-” Sin stops dead on the threshold, eyes wide as he takes me in.

Completely naked.  dripping wet.

My lips part in shock, and my gaze drops from his face over his bare torso. That makes my palms itch with nerves.

How did he get here so fast?

We’re only a foot apart. He takes a step toward me, and I mirror him, unable to resist, even though I know I should reach for my towel or something instead. My nipples are hard in the air between us from the freezing shower water earlier, not to mention the chill now that I’m soaked and naked.

His gaze darts from them to my eyes and then down to my parted lips. “Are you all right?” he asks, his voice tight with something. Restraint, maybe?  I can’t tell. There’s that light in his eyes again, dark and hungry, but it doesn’t scare me. If anything, it only turns me on and makes the fire in my veins burn higher.

I feel a pulse between my thighs, and I shiver, aware of how exposed I am.

“I… I’m fine. Sorry, I should – ” I start to turn, but he reaches up and cups my cheek.

Before I can fully turn away, he kisses me. His mouth crashes into mine hard, and I gasp, my lips parting and allowing him into my mouth almost before I can remember agreeing to it. My body sinks against his, and I slide my hands up, tentatively tracing my way across those hard, familiar muscles of his. I trace the ridges even as he groans against my lips and kisses me harder, pinning me back against the wall.

When our mouths part for a breath, my eyes dart to his, hesitant, worried. “I, um,…” I swallowed hard. “There’s something I should tell you,” I manage to say, which is a miracle considering he’s kissing his way down my jawline to my throat now, cupping the back of my neck with his hand, and pulling my body flush against his. I can feel every inch of him. Including the hard press of his cock digging into my belly.

Fuck.

I can feel my pulse throbbing between my legs and my pussy aching with desire. I have never been this exposed in front of a man before-completely naked, trembling. I’ve never been this tempted to take things further.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

But I can’t, I…

“What is it?” Sin reaches up to catch a wet strand of hair plastered across my forehead. Gently, he tucks it behind my ear. His fingers are calloused; I can feel them as the tips graze my earlobe, and that single, delicate touch sends a trill of pleasure all the way to the root of me.

My breath catches in my throat. The throb between my thighs gets stronger. I feel like my clit is swollen, humming with sensitivity, and my hands itch to reach down between us and trace the edges of his cock, pressed against me.

Sin’s mouth is inches from mine, and all I can think about is how good it felt when he kissed me and how amazing it tasted. My lower lip trembles.

“I’m a virgin,” I whisper, afraid the confession will make him shut down. After all, who wants a girl who doesn’t know what the hell she’s doing, especially at her age?.

But if anything, after his eyebrows shoot up in amusement, the heat in his gaze only doubles. He reaches up to cup my chin in one strong, deft hand and slowly tilts my face up until I have no choice but to lift my eyes to meet his. “I know, Amore, and that makes me happy, knowing no one else has claimed you.”

My breath hitches in my chest. His hand slides down my neck, tracing along the ridges of my shoulders, then over my collarbone.

I swallow hard, finding it hard to keep breathing steadily.

“You’re all mine.” His fingers drip lower now, grazing the edges of my breasts and circling around them, before he reaches up to run a single thumb over one nipple, pressing just hard enough to draw a faint gasp of pleasure from me.

His hands dip lower, down my sides, tracing my curves, until he flattens one palm against my stomach and drags his fingers down, across the plane of my belly, to my mound. He keeps going until his palm is against my mound, his fingers slipping between my thighs. Then he leans in to kiss me again and squeezes my pussy at the same time, making me moan against his mouth.

“I want to fuck you, Mani. Mark you as mine,” he whispers against my lips, and heat flares in my veins at those words.

But then he releases my pussy and steps back, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches me, judging my reaction. It’s all I can do to hold myself upright against the wall, my pulse thudding in my ears, trying to catch my breath.

“Unless, of course,” he says, moving toward the door. “You’d like me to stop.”

“No,” I blurted, louder than I meant to. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. But I square my shoulders anyway and power through it. “I don’t want you to stop. I… ”  I swallowed hard. I’ve never talked dirty before. never done anything like this. But being around Sin sends a whole new, reckless flood of energy through me. It makes me want to be bold. To live on the edge

“I want you to make me come,” I whisper, just loud enough for him to be able to hear me from where he’s standing.