Matched to the Mafia (Seeking Curves)

“Answer me,” he demanded in that sexy deep voice.

I swallowed again and again, trying to push through the heavy fog of desire and come back to the present.

“Be as strong as you are and answer me.” He ground himself against me, rolling his hips so his cock was really digging into my belly now. I moaned and let my head fall forward so it rested on his muscular bicep. God, he was so hard. Everywhere.

“I forgot what the question was.” His deep chuckle sent another stab of pleasure through me.

“Tell me how wet you are right now. Admit that if I slipped my hand between your legs, you’d soak my fingers.”

“Yes,” I finally said, pushing that one word out.

He said nothing, but I felt the light pressure he placed on my wrist, and before I knew what was happening, Enzo was leading me away from the front doors of the apartment complex and toward the covered parking off to the side. Every spot was occupied by a car, but before I could ask what he was doing, he had us tucked deep under the metal awning that protected the cars from weather and had my back pressed to the side wall. An SUV was directly in front of us, blocking anyone from seeing what was going on.

“Enzo? W-What are you doing—”

My words were cut off when I felt him lean in fully against me, hip to hip. Chest to chest. His huge cock once again digging into me. I gasped and let my head fall back against the metal wall. I noticed the way his muscles were tense against me, picked up on the subtle change in his breathing. It wasn’t as controlled now, more ragged and fast.

I had my hands between us, my palms pressed against his pecs, ones that were hard and defined under my hands even through the material of his clothing.

“Jesus Christ, Bianca,” he groaned, his mouth by my ear again, his voice strained.

I felt his words right at my clit.

“If you knew the things I wanted to do to you right now, they’d scare you more than who I am does.”

I closed my eyes and moaned, pressing my belly more firmly against his cock so we rocked together slightly. The soft groan he gave me was a small victory, as if I could make a man like Enzo let his self-control slip.

I curled my nails against the crisp material of his shirt and whispered, “Why don’t you be as strong as you told me to be?” I was taunting a very dangerous man, and God… that turned me on.

He laughed deeply, darkly, rocking against me over and over again until my panties were so wet they stuck to my folds, my wetness so pronounced I felt my inner thighs dampen because of it.

“You want to see my strength?” It was a threat, one I wanted him to deliver on. I didn’t get to answer before he started speaking again. “I want to push this little dress up, hook your leg around my waist, rip those no-doubt soaked panties off your cunt, and plunge my cock so deep inside you that there will never be another man for you.”

He pulled back slowly, and I opened my eyes so I could look into his face. The shadows were thick under the parking awning, but I could see the fierce heat in his gaze. He leaned in another inch, our lips so close I felt the heat from his mouth.

“Because there will never be another man for you but me.” His voice had grown deeper, his hips rocking harder against me. “Say it,” he almost snarled, still moving his hips back and forth.

Oh God, could a person orgasm with only this kind of stimulation? Because if not, I’d surely be the first. I thought he’d kiss me then, but he held still, our lips barely touching, our breathing matching in its erratic quality.

“You're mine. Fucking say it.” He pushed his cock into my belly harder than before, grinding that length over and over. All I could do was hold on as my mouth parted, and I moaned loudly. I didn't even care who heard me at this point.

“I’m yours,” I moaned.

“Say it all,” he demanded in a snarl, his hand slipping over my arm and shoulder to curl slightly around my neck. The pressure was heavy, and although I had no trouble breathing, this strange, erotic part of me wanted him to hold me tighter. Maybe he saw that truth in my eyes, because he groaned, and his fingers tightened ever so slightly around my throat. I could still breathe, but it was a little harder, took a little more force and concentration.

And my pussy got even wetter.

“No one will ever have me but you,” I gasped out and felt his fingers tighten again on my throat. I moaned louder and started writhing, unable to stop myself as my lust was so fierce it was like I wasn't me, like another being was in me, controlling how I felt. I felt my sanity slipping, and then he used his grip on my throat to tip my head to the side, slid his fingers over, and I felt his warm, wet tongue dragging up the side of my throat.