Savage Sinner: An Enemies To Lovers Russian - Italian Dark Mafia Romance (Sinfully Savage Mafia)

A sharp ding sounds and the elevator doors open. I push Dante inside, backing him against the back wall, not even bothering to wait for the doors to close again before I crush my lips against his. Our hands and legs entwine as we drink each other in like we’ve just been running outside in the blistering heat with no water.

Because we have.

And water is seemingly the last thing either of us wants right now.

The elevator hasn’t moved, so he pulls away slightly to stab the button for the forty-seventh floor before devouring me once again.

As intoxicated as I am by him, I can still see that we are moving out of the elevator now that it’s landed on the floor where Dante’s apartment is obviously situated. He backs me down a short corridor and then shoves a keycard into the lock, all while keeping his delicious lips pressed against mine. We stumble into the foyer, and in my periphery I can see it’s a carbon copy of Heaven and Matteo’s place.

With plenty of windows, just like Dante promised.

“I need to take a quick shower,” I murmur against his mouth, raising my arms overhead so he can pull off my tank top.

“I don’t understand why it needs to be quick,” he says, pulling off my shirt and shoving my shorts and panties to my ankles. I kick them off and step toward him. With a quick flick of his fingers, he has my sports bra fluttering to the floor next to the rest of my clothes.

I loop my fingers into the waistband of his shorts and slither down his calves, holding onto the material until it pools at his feet. He pulls me up to a standing position, his fingers slipping the rubber band out of my hair so that it falls gently down my back.

His eyes drop and he runs his fingers over my Band-Aid again.

Every time he examines it, my belly clenches and the butterflies stop dead in their fluttery tracks. “Any better?” he asks.

I shrug. “Yeah, but I just keep it covered in case she gets the same spot again. I don’t want it to get infected.”

And how much longer do you think you can get away with keeping that part of your life hidden from him, Anya?

I sure hope it stands up to the shower spray. I’m not ready for the explanation that comes along with the tattoo if the Band-Aid happens to fall off.

I give the palm of my hand a long, seductive lick and grasp his thick cock, sliding my hand up and down his throbbing shaft. He lets out a loud moan, and I know the scratch is already forgotten.

He scoops me into his arms and carries me into his massive, white marble bathroom. His fingers dig into my prickled flesh, grasping my hips, my ass, my tits. His insatiable appetite has turned him into a ravenous predator and I am his prey.

His extremely aroused prey.

He pulls away from me long enough to turn on the shower spray. The enclosure has one glass panel and jets spraying steamy water from each wall. I watch him stand in the center of the mosaic-style mother of pearl tiles, my breath hitching as the water rushes over him, streaming down his god-like form.

He runs a hand through his dark hair, a seductive smirk curling his lips upward. With a crook of his finger, he has me moving toward him as if captured by the most carnal spell imaginable. I step onto the marble tile floor and run my hands down the sides of his torso. His muscles ripple under the pads of my fingertips, his cock grazing my slit. My eyes flutter closed and his lips seize mine, unrelenting and unwilling to let them go.

I wrap my arms around him, trailing my hands up and down his back as he leads me to the far wall and guides me down onto the bench that lines the perimeter. He pushes open my legs, stepping onto the bench with one foot as he positions himself at my entrance. His hand reaches around, forcing my hips to jut toward him as his cock dips inside of me, slowly stretching my walls with the same sweet torture I remember from our last romp. The burning sensation makes me cringe, but in the best way possible.

I lean back against the wall, thrusting my hips against him as he plunders my core. Water rushes over us as our movements become more desperate and frenzied over the next few blissful minutes. I lock my legs around Dante’s waist as he drives deeper, fucking me with long, slow strokes that have me clinging to the edge of my sanity.

He thrusts faster and faster as my cries pierce the air. I dig my fingernails into his back, slicing at his flesh like I’m some kind of female version of Wolverine. My pussy clenches tight around him like a glove, beckoning him to connect with me on every level possible. I squeeze my eyes shut, ignoring the water streaming down my face. I don’t care that I can’t see. I don’t care that I can barely breathe.

I just care that I’m exactly where I want to be right now.

Where, crazily enough, I feel as if I’m meant to be…