Matched to the Mafia (Seeking Curves)

I could see it in his eyes, in the way his upper body slightly leaned forward as if he were about to pounce.

Yeah, he wasn't going to take me home… and I anticipated all the dominance he’d no doubt give me in the bedroom.

11

Enzo

When Bianca told me she wanted me, that she needed me now, the primal, animalistic part inside me had broken free, the tightly coiled control I had completely snapping.

I’d taken her hand, led her into my car, and driven right to my penthouse.

And that’s where we were now, Bianca standing just feet from me, the apartment cold and silent, yet my raging arousal and the heat pouring off me changed that pretty damn quickly.

She breathed hard and fast, the sound of her respirations turning me on even more. I took a step closer, and she moved one back. I let a grin spread across my lips as I slowly shook my head. “Oh no, Bianca.” I advanced on her like the predator I was. “You wanted this, and now you’re going to accept your decision.” Even in the darkened room, I watched the lust take hold of her even harder at my words.

I kept advancing on her until she had nowhere else to go, her back pressed to the wall, the small table beside her shaking slightly for how hard her back met the wall. I grinned like the wild animal I felt like right now. Big and wide… intimidating.

Her head cocked back so she could look into my face. She deserved slow and romantic, sweet touches and gentle coaxes.

She’d get none of those tonight. I didn't have the patience to be a gentleman. I wanted to fuck Bianca, and that’s what I was going to do. But then I froze as I stared in her face, wanting to make sure…

“Tell me you’re not a virgin.” Although the idea of her being a virgin turned the darker side of me on to some degree, I grew even harder, was even more needful of her, at the idea she wasn't. Because that meant I could fuck her as hard as I wanted, especially this first time.

She slowly shook her head. “It's been a really long time, but no,” she whispered. “I’m not a virgin.”

My cock jerked behind my fly, thickening even harder at the knowledge there would be no gentleness tonight.

Not ever. She’d take all the passion I could give her, all the dark and delicious need that coursed through my body like a violent storm. She’d take it all and beg for more.

I leaned in close, our chests now touching, the feel of her nard nipples through our clothing ripping a harsh sound from my throat. I moved my hand between our bodies, my eyes locked on her, my breathing—always controlled—slipping as it became more forced. I ran my finger along the edge of her skirt, feeling her warm skin, remembering how it felt to touch her scorching hot, soaked cunt at the club.

“You have a way of making my civility just go right out the fucking window,” I growled, and her eyes flared from my admission. I ran the tip of my nose up the arch of her throat, trailed my tongue over her jawline, and continued to her mouth, where I forced my way in and made her take all of me.

She moaned and wrapped her arms around my neck, rising on her toes and pressing her chest more firmly against mine.

“I bet that hot little pussy is saturated for me, isn’t it, Bianca? I bet your body is ready to take me, to let me fill you, stretch you… claim you in all the filthy ways I want.” She moaned softly and kissed me harder. I could have grinned if I wasn’t already so caught up in the sensations. “I bet if I touched your cunt again it wouldn’t take much to get you off.” She whimpered this time and pressed even harder against me, confirming my taunt.

I slipped my hands to her round, full ass, squeezing the globes. She had a gorgeous body, all lush, womanly curves that made my cock leak with pre-cum. I pushed her skirt up, growling against her lips and nipping the flesh once as her bare ass was revealed to my wandering palms. The thong she wore was nothing but a tiny strip of cloth between her ass cheeks, the material in front probably barely covering up her pussy.

I couldn’t stop myself from breaking the kiss and sinking down to my knees in front of her. “Keep this out of my way,” I all but snarled, indicating her skirt, and was pleased when she gripped the material and did what I said instantly. And then I stared right at her pussy. And fuck was I right about the barely-there underwear.