Bitter Pledge (Falsone Crime Family)

I heard him grumble as he followed me out into the night.

Chapter 33

Capri

It was past midnight when I heard the floor creak in the hallway. My heart reacted instantly like a trigger was pulled inside my body. Excitement coursed through my veins, my heart racing wildly in my chest.

The door cracked open. It swung inward and a shadow stepped into my tiny room.

He didn’t speak. I pulled the light sheet up over my chest and sat against the headboard. He wore only a pair of dark boxer briefs and a white V-neck t-shirt tight enough to show his rippling muscles and abs. I drank in his body bathed in the midnight light of the moon and felt a shimmer of fear and excitement roll down my spine as he came closer.

He closed the door, locked it, and walked over. I tilted my chin up. His hand slipped into my hair and grabbed it tight. He glared at me, possessive and intense, and my heart threatened to beat itself right out of my throat.

I looked forward to this all day long. I lost what precious sleep I could get, just to stay up in anticipation of him sneaking into my room. I never knew when he’d come. Sometimes earlier, sometimes later. Always after Carmine had retired to the big room on the other side of the house.

But he always came.

His grip tightened.

“Have you been thinking about me?” he whispered. “Have you been dreaming of what I’ll do to you tonight, love?”

Love. That word. I nodded and my lips parted.

“Good girl.”

He crushed his mouth to mine. I let out a soft yelp and a moan. His tongue explored my lips and I groaned with the utter joy of feeling him in my room, of having the freedom to luxuriate in his kiss, to taste him, smell him, feel him. He pulled me from the bed and let the covers drop away. I wore nothing but black cotton panties and a bra that barely fit.

His eyes roamed my body. He released a growl of desire. I loved the way he looked at me like I was the only woman in the world, like my body drove him to extremes of pleasure he didn’t know existed. His incredible lust heightened every glance, every touch, and made me feel like the center of his world. It was intoxicating, and I wanted more of that look, needed it so badly it hurt in my core.

The bra slipped off and fell away. His hands teased my nipples. “Look at you,” he whispered. “So fucking beautiful. Your pink nipples are hard for me and I know your pussy’s dripping wet. Do you have any idea what it does to me, knowing you’re sitting in here, wild with lust? You’re dripping wet, waiting for me to walk down that hallway. Waiting for me to do filthy things to your body.”

“I’m constantly thinking about it,” I purred as his hand drifted down to my panties. “Does that make me bad?”

“It makes you filthy,” he said, a smirk on his lips as he slipped his fingers down my panties and teased my pussy apart.

I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me. His fingers were incredible, skilled and big and long, but I almost screamed when he pushed me back onto the bed and knelt at the edge. He pulled me tight against his mouth and buried his lips against my pussy, licking me and sucking me, drinking me down. My panties came off and were tossed onto the floor.

He licked me top to bottom and slipped his fingers inside. “I can’t get over tasting your soaking little cunt,” he growled as he fucked me deep and curled his fingers to press against my G-spot. My back arched and I lost all control of my mind as pleasure assaulted me. “Fuck, your breasts shake when you moan and it makes me hard enough to die.”

“Keep going,” I begged, and he gave me what I wanted, licking my clit, sucking it, fucking me with his fingers until I came in a crashing wave of bliss. I dug my fingers into the sheets and whispered his name, over and over. “Mal, Mal, oh, fuck, Mal.”

He pulled me down to the floor with him. He kissed me, holding me tight. I reached between his legs and stroked his cock slowly over his boxer briefs before pushing him back. He leaned on his elbows as I pulled them down, revealing his hard cock as it slapped up against his ripped abs.

He grunted in pleasure as I took his tip into my mouth. I stroked his shaft and sucked him slowly, staring up into his eyes. He groaned in pleasure and that lit my spine on fire. I went deeper, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could.