Falling for the Killer: A Dark Possessive Mafia Romance, B.B Hamel [good story books to read .TXT] 📗

tongue left me breathless and tingling when the elevator doors opened again and he led me out, down a series of plain hotel hallways, and finally in through a glass door that opened into a large, empty atrium.

The windows at the far end overlooked the city. I hadn’t realized how high up we’d gone, but I could see the whole city, all of it. I drifted over toward them, ignoring the generic furniture. I figured this was a lounge, though it was closed, the chairs up on top of the tables.

I heard a click behind me. Gian stood near the door, his fingers on the lock, and he tilted his head.

I backed up until I pressed against the windows. He came toward me slowly. He took off his jacket and draped it over a chair, then rolled up his sleeves. Tattoos covered his arms. He took off his skinny tie and tossed it onto the floor, and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, then the second, then the third. He stopped in front of me and his fingers traced the line of my hip, up along my breast, to my lips.

I opened my mouth and let his finger touch my tongue.

Then his hand was in my hair and he kissed me. His other hand gripped the hem of my dress and I thought I was going insane, letting this happen.

“What did you say you did for a living again?” I asked, suppressing the moan that came to my lips as his fingers found the soaking wet panties between my legs. God, I was happy I wore cute underwear for once.

“I didn’t say,” he said, kissing my neck.

“But what, exactly?”

“Does it matter?” His fingers slid my panties aside and slipped up along my soaking wet spot. I bit my lip to stop from making noise. “It seems like you don’t much care what I do.”

“I’m curious,” I said, and moaned a bit, then held it back. A lady didn’t make noises like that. A lady controlled herself at all times.

“I’ll tell you,” he said, his lips brushing mine as his callused fingers made incredible, gorgeous circles around my clit. “But you have to come for me first.”

I almost melted right then. His fingers kept moving and he bit my bottom lip, then the strap of my dress slipped off my shoulder, and the top of my dress came down as he kissed my breasts, and his belt came off, then I had the thickest, longest cock I’d ever seen in both my hands. He made animal sounds, growling, grunting, the sexiest noises I’d ever heard, and even as my pleasure mounted, surreal and incredible and too intense, I kept control, I had to keep control.

Little gasps, but nothing else. I couldn’t lose myself, even if I was doing something insane. This man was a stranger, and never once, not in my entire life, did I ever let myself do anything remotely like this. I was a good girl, I did what was expected, even if I hated it and rebelled sometimes. It was all I ever knew, but Gian, god, Gian, he made me feel something I didn’t know was there.

He lifted me like I was nothing, this hulking man, and I wrapped my legs around him as he pinned me against the window. His cock slid deep inside as he lowered me down and I gasped and shivered, my head thrown back.

He kissed my neck. “Did you come to this party tonight thinking you’d get fucked by the most handsome man you’d ever seen?” he asked as he began to thrust in and out slowly.

“Yes,” I said, panting, cheeks red. “But unfortunately I had to settle.”

He grinned and bit my lip then fucked me harder. I moaned and let him have me, his hands gripping my ass, feeling flesh that hadn’t been grabbed before. I chewed on my cheek to keep from screaming his name, to keep from making any noise as all, as he ravished me, took me there in the empty lounge at the top of the tower, overlooking all of the city.

He pulled out and let me down, then turned me, pressing me against the glass. It was cold against my breasts, and I pushed back with my palms as he slipped inside from behind me. He leaned over, one hand reaching around to my tease my clit as he fucked me from behind.

“You’re tense,” he whispered, running a hand down my back, then slapped my ass. “You don’t have to be afraid, my hot Ash. I just want to make you feel good.”

“I told you,” I said, and bit back a moan as he filled me deep. “I’m going to be married to another man.”

“Do you love him?” Gian asked.

I looked over my shoulder and shook my head. “No,” I said. “I don’t.”

“Then you don’t have to worry about this,” he said, kissing me. “This can be whatever you want it to be.”

He took me from behind and I groaned, the craziest sound I’d ever made. His fingers did their job, rolling along my clit, and when I nearly came, he turned me again. He caressed my cheek then I licked myself from his fingers before he lifted me again, and he fucked me like that, staring into my eyes. He said my name, growled it again and again, and his thick cock made me wild with pleasure, crazy with need, his muscular arms holding me, gripping my ass, his lips kissing my neck, his teeth biting my lips, and everything driving me wild, god, so wild, until I finally came in a long, incredible, percussive burst of pleasure as he rocked into me, again and again. I still held back, wouldn’t scream, wouldn’t make too much noise, and my skin flushed pink from the exertion.

He growled his delight and kept going, faster and faster, until I felt him finish deep between my legs, deep inside of me with a guttural moan.

I slid down, adjusted