Matched to the Mafia (Seeking Curves)

“Both… but mainly the latter.” My voice had a husky quality to it, one that should’ve embarrassed me for how sexual it sounded.

And then there was the unmistakable growl that came from Enzo right before he slammed his mouth down on mine. The hand that was resting on my shoulder slid up to grip the side of my throat. He pressed his thumb right under my chin to tip my head back and to the side so he could further deepen the kiss.

And I let him. God, did I let him.

I didn’t know how long we kissed, but they were long, drugging moments. With the feel of his tongue sweeping along mine, plunging, pillaging my mouth, I was liquid beneath him. I was burning alive, and I didn’t want anybody to put out the flames. I wanted them to consume me, to swallow me whole until there was nothing left but burning embers that spoke of my desire.

He broke the kiss, and I embarrassingly sucked in a much-needed breath as I leaned forward for more. His low, deep chuckle told me how much he enjoyed my eagerness for him. But before I could do or say anything, Enzo had his lips at my throat, his tongue gently stroking the tender spot where my neck met my shoulder.

He moved his mouth and whispered gruffly, “I’m so hard for you right now, Bianca. Like a fucking steel pipe is lodged against my zipper.”

I let my head fall back on the loveseat and mewled softly, my eyes closed, not caring one bit who saw or heard what we were doing.

“Tell me,” he said in this teasing voice. “Are you as wet as I am hard?” His hand that had been cupping my throat was now tangled in my hair, keeping my head positioned where he wanted as he sucked and licked at my skin. “Tell me, bella.”

I moaned again and nodded before I whispered, “Yes. So wet.”

He growled, and I felt the vibrations spear right to my clit, that little bundle throbbing. I felt him move his other palm that gripped my waist up until the heavy weight rested right under my breast. Before I could beg him to touch me more, Enzo cupped me. My mouth parted even more as I sucked in a breath at how good that small touch felt.

He moved back to my mouth and devoured me as he swiped his thumb back and forth over my aching nipple, causing the peak to tighten up even more. I clenched my thighs together hard to try and stop the throb that settled between them. It was no use, though. I was too far gone.

He massaged my breast for long seconds before slipping his palm back down my waist, over my thigh, and moved it right under my skirt.

“Open for me,” he groaned against my lips, and I obeyed instantly. Enzo didn’t waste any time in sliding his fingers along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and settling them along my lace-covered pussy.

I arched my back at how intense that small touch was.

Enzo kept kissing me slowly and thoroughly as he stroked his knuckles along my slit, the material completely soaked and sticking to my lips from all my wetness. He pushed the fabric even further against my cleft, and I gasped against his mouth. He slipped his tongue inside my mouth over and over again, this low, deep rumble a constant from him.

Over and over, he stroked me, teasing my clit on the upstroke and gently pressing his knuckle in my pussy hole—as much as the fabric allowed—on the downstroke.

I was so close, on the verge of orgasming, that I gripped his shoulders and dug my fingernails into him, holding on, bringing him closer.

“That’s it,” he purred in approval. “You’re so close to going over the edge, aren't you, Bianca?” I could only whimper my answer. “Knowing I’m the cause of it could make me come, bella.”

“Well damn, first time for everything, eh?”

I felt Enzo tense instantly, and I was immediately pulled out of the pleasure by the deep voice full of amusement that came from directly behind Enzo.

Maybe I should be thankful that the stranger had stopped this from getting even more intense, but a part of me wanted to curse the man for stopping how Enzo was making me feel.

“Fuck. Leave it to my brother to have the balls to interrupt me,” he said, seemingly to himself.

I tensed even more at the mention that this stranger wasn’t a stranger at all, but Enzo’s brother. Then my face was on fire that this certainly wasn’t how I saw meeting his family for the first time. Not that I had given it that much thought, but getting felt up in a nightclub and on the verge of orgasming certainly wasn’t at the top of my first impressions list.