A Dangerous and Cruel Love (Dark Mafia Romance Duet 2)

Oh!

Her skirt settled around her, leaving Fawn’s bare legs to scrape against his pants as she found herself straddling his lap.

Holy sweet Jesus—-

And Fawn started babbling again.

“Y-you must be lying. I have to be heavier than what you’re used to. I’ve seen the girls you’ve taken to bed, and no offense, but they make Thumbelina look fat, and I don’t know if that’s like a fetish, or maybe you’ve got a Lolita complex—”

“Fawn.” When she stopped speaking mid-sentence, the prince said very pleasantly, “Shut up.”

“B-but—-”

“I’m not lying. We need to do this before you talk to Grant.”

“How can I talk to Grant,” she mumbled in protest, “when you made me turn my phone off?” She tried moving away, but the prince retaliated by pulling her more firmly against him. It caused her to slide forward on his lap, and she jerked when she felt something harden under her.

Her gaze flew to him.

Oh my God—-

It!

Was!

Still!

Getting!

Harder!

“Prince,” she gasped.

He raised a brow.

“Your—-” But she still couldn’t make herself say it.

“Are you talking about my co—-”

“Banana,” she snarled, cutting him off.

The prince smirked.

“It’s a banana. Okay?”

“No. It’s not okay. It’s not a banana. Rather, what you’re feeling—-”

Feeling like her world would end the moment she allowed him to say the word, she quickly covered his mouth, and the prince’s words ended up stifled.

“—-is my——mp.”

Ha! Victory! But it was a short-lived feeling, for in the next moment the prince had suddenly started licking the center of her palm—-

Oh my God!

Fawn yanked her hand away, trembling at the way her entire body had seemed to light up with an internal fire at the feel of his tongue on her skin. When she saw the prince’s eyes gleaming with amusement, she spat, “Gross! It’s gross!”

The amusement disappeared, and the prince asked in an ominously soft voice, “Did I not warn you about what would happen if you again used that word with me?”

Oops.

“I m-mean, how gross that no one’s ever licked my hand,” she stammered. “Like, seriously, I’ve always wanted to know how it would feel to have my hand licked like a dog—-” She stopped speaking when the prince’s gaze turned murderous.

Uh.

Oh.

Had she just ended up indirectly calling him…a dog?

The prince cupped her face.

This is it, Fawn thought miserably. I’m totally dead.

“I was planning to take it easy with you, you know.”

Her stomach twisted in fear. Yes, she was definitely going to die in the next thirty seconds.

“But since you’ve proved to be a very stubborn girl who deserves to be punished—-”

Fawn prepared herself for the worst.

The Prince of Darkness was made of Mafia stock, after all.

He could slap her, which would be a mercy, but he could also have her butchered into pieces, buried alive, hung—-

The prince clasped her hips.

Oh…my…God…here…it…came…

And then the prince slowly started sliding her up and down.

Fawn blinked.

And still, the movement continued in an almost lazily slow pace.

Unable to figure out what was happening, she raised her confused eyes to the prince—-

Almost on cue, the prince used the exact same moment to grind himself up against her crotch.

Oh!

Lust burned scorching hot inside of her, blazing into life like it was wildfire that had been allowed to simmer under the surface for an eternity. Her body began to shudder as the prince continued to grind his cock between her folds, and her hands on his shoulders tightened.

“For your punishment,” the prince purred, “you must say the word ‘cock.’”

Her eyes widened.

“If you say it, I’ll make you come. If you don’t—-” The prince suddenly lowered himself back to the seat while lifting her hips off his lap.

She cried out in shocked dismay, unable to believe how achingly empty the lack of contact between their bodies had left her.

A second later, he had pulled her back down, and she found herself doing the unthinkable, with her hips pressing down more firmly against his on its own volition. It made his erection rub harder against the silk-covered folds of her moist and swollen core, and a delirious sensation began to hover, tempting her because it was so, so near.

Brown eyes made cloudy with sexual frustration suddenly speared him just as Fawn choked in a sexy little voice, “P-prince. Please.”

But instead of satisfying her unnamed need, the prince sought to torment her even more by slipping his hands inside her blouse. His hands found her beautifully large breasts, cupping them completely. He began to knead her tender flesh, and this time, her lips parted in a moan.

“Say it,” he whispered. “Say the word, that one word that you know you want in every beautiful tight hole of your body, and I’ll make you feel so damn good you won’t ever want it to stop.”

His promise made her shudder anew, and when he began to play with her nipples, she gasped, her head falling back. “Prince, please.”

His mouth ran down her throat, and her fingers dug deep into his back. His fingers began to pinch her nipples, and her hips started rubbing more urgently against his hardness.