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

He lays me on the bed, pulling me toward the edge. He dips his head between my legs and plunges his tongue into my pussy, his thumb and forefinger flicking my clit. My body trembles under his erotic spell, my belly clenching tight as ripples of pleasure rush over me.

“Please fuck me again, Dante,” I moan. “Oh my God, please do it now. Don’t make me wait! You’re making me so crazy!”

His hot tongue changes course almost immediately at my request. With one arm snaked around me, he uses the other to lift one of my legs. He slowly thrusts his thick cock into me, long, hard, and so deep, I cry out, lancing his flesh with my nails as he drives me into the cloud of euphoric bliss I so crave.

A gasp slips from my lips as he presses into me, my breathing ragged as he thrusts harder and faster with each passing second.

I clench tight around him, our bodies slick with sweat as we slide against each other.

“You scream for me, baby,” he grunts. “I wanna hear it!”

And that’s all the invitation I need. And I hope nobody else is living on this floor because it’s possible that these sounds may wake the dead.

He flips onto his back, pulling me on top of him and bouncing me on his cock as I scream for God the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit, and anyone else who can hear me.

A deliciously tormenting ache rumbles deep in my core, sparks igniting and firing into every extremity, making my fingers tingle and my toes curl. Sensations that I’ve never felt course through me like a raging inferno. I roll my hips over him one last time, squeezing my eyes shut and letting the orgasm tear through me with a force that shreds my insides in its wake.

Seriously shredded.

That’s exactly how I feel.

Well, shredded and zapped of all ability to think or speak.

I can only feel right now, and my God, it’s amazing.

I collapse onto the mattress next to him.

I can’t breathe. I can’t speak. I can’t even hear.

And everything tingles, right down to my toes.

Holy shit…

Fucking amazing is an understatement.

I don’t know how much time passes before my mouth finds words, how much time before I can stop panting.

I don’t even care.

I can stay like this forever.

And then I remember…I really can’t.

Chapter Twenty

Anya

My eyes fly open sometime later and I sit up with a gasp, very well aware of my nakedness.

I look down at Dante and trace a path over the ripped muscles of his back.

He’s naked, too.

And my God, if I could, I’d choose to live out the rest of my days stark naked and under this man.

Under him, on top of him, cuddled into him…I’m not picky.

There are plenty of positions I’d be very happy to occupy for eternity.

I swallow a groan and rub a hand over my face.

I am just violating so many rules today.

But the biggest issues hanging between us — the huge-ass elephant in the room and the elephant’s twin — is my true identity and reason for being here in Vegas.

Yeah, that will be an interesting one to hash out.

Because for as much of a liar as he might be, I guarantee I’m taking that title.

He opens his eyes a crack as I gently kiss his lips. “Hey,” he murmurs in a sleepy voice.

“Hey,” I say, dragging my fingers down the side of his arm. “So I was wondering…how do you think this is going to go over with Heaven and Matteo?”

“This thing?” He furrows his brow.

I roll my eyes. “Yes, with us!”

He snickers. “I think Heaven will be just fine with it.”

“And your brother?” I bite my lower lip. “I don’t think he’s a big fan of mine, to be honest. Just a feeling I get.”

“You have to know Matteo,” he says. “He’s a pretty overprotective guy. And now with the baby, he’s even worse.”

I nod. “I get that he doesn’t want anything to hurt them. Or anyone.”

“There’s always gonna be someone lurking,” he mumbles, flinging an arm over his eye.

I take a deep breath. “Who are you protecting them from, Dante?” I ask in a soft voice, pulling at a thread from the comforter.

He moves the arm so that it’s no longer shielding his eyes. “Too many people to count, Anya. But that’s how things work when you’re the king. There are always people waiting to knock you off your throne.”

“King of what, exactly?”

He levels me with a stare. “He’s a very powerful guy with a lot of cash-soaked businesses under his control. And there are a lot of people who want a piece. Hell, they want it all.” He shrugs. “I’m here to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

“But you don’t want to be here. At least, before me, you didn’t. Why?”

He sits up and runs a hand through his tousled hair. “You ask a lot of questions, you know that?”

“If this thing between us is going to work, we have to be straight with each other, right?” I shrug. “And I’m just curious because, you know, you’re a real estate investor, not a bodyguard. I’m trying to connect the dots, to understand you better.”

He lets out a sigh and falls back onto the pillow. “Anya, I think we both know I’m not a real estate investor.”

I lie on the mattress next to him. “So who are you then?”