Reign of a Billionaire : A Dark Mafia Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

Her eyes flitted to mine before lowering again. In a decadent, sinful motion, she hooked her right knee over the armrest and inched her hand between her thighs. The first brush of her fingers had her quivering.

Fuck, she was so fucking beautiful. Spread wide open in offering, I could see her arousal, her wetness sliding down her inner thigh. The scent was fucking intoxicating.

For the first time in a long time, I wanted to fucking touch and caress and devour. I wanted to feel her flesh against mine. Yet, it felt like such a betrayal to Lou’s memory. It was her I loved. This woman in front of me was just a faded, fake replacement.

So I’d have to keep my distance. There wasn’t anything romantic about it. This was just blowing off steam.

Her fingers delved between her thighs, parting her folds, and I watched her thumb circle her swollen nub, rubbing it with her slim, graceful fingers. Her breath hitched and her whole body tensed, the sound of her wet arousal, the musky scent of her desire, and her breathing the only things I could concentrate on.

Liana slid a finger inside her core, her back arching and her lips parting with a soundless whimper. She was pink and wet, clenching and inviting. Her gaze lingered on my cock, her movements synchronized with my own. I watched as her hips started to move in rhythm with her finger, chasing her release.

“What did you think about when you touched yourself on my bed the last time?” I asked, my voice rough to my own ears.

“The man in my dreams,” she breathed, a moan slipping past her naturally pink lips, her thumb circling her clit with frantic need.

I surged forward, curling my arms around her waist and pulling her up. I should have been smarter than this. I should have been more in control, but my cock took over my brain, and it no longer mattered that Liana wasn’t my Lou. I was acting on impulse, like a starved beast about to pounce.

Her hands slammed into my chest, her wet fingers splaying over my abs, and for a moment, we stood still. Her lips were inches from mine. Eyes shining like gold.

Fuck, those eyes! I loved and loathed that color. I loved and loathed that face.

I dumped her on the bed and she bounced with a gasp. My jaw clenched as I fought my body’s urges that were tearing me apart from within.

“Are we watching each other or are you fucking me?” Her body trembled, betraying her brave words.

“On your hands and knees,” I snapped, angry that she was thinking about someone else while getting off in front of me. Furious at myself for wanting her. Confused at all these conflicting feelings that made no goddamn sense.

She scrambled up, and I shuddered at the view. Jesus fucking Christ. I wasn’t a saint, but the sight of her naked body, needy and beautiful, would have anyone falling.

With a growl, I fisted myself, squeezing my erection from tip to base, and brought my shaft against her wet folds. Her back arched and I curled an arm around her hips, holding her still, and with one forceful thrust, I drove myself deep inside her.

“Fuck,” I hissed, and she let out a strangled moan, adjusting to my size. Her tight cunt stretched around my thick erection, spasming around it, and I feared I wouldn’t last long. She was as tight as a fist and her core pulsated around my length.

Liana’s golden mane blocked her face from my view. Gripping her hip with one hand, I brought my other up and wrapped it around her hair, tugging gently. She turned and gave me a glimpse of her beautiful profile.

Her body trembled as she arched against my groin with a soft whimper.

“Fuck me, Kingston. Finish what you started.” My lips curled with satisfaction as I pulled out, leaving only the tip inside her entrance, before slamming back into her tight pussy. “Oh… Fuck…”

The sounds she made were my undoing. I lost all semblance of control. I fucked her hard, pumping into her fast and deep. Her fingers clawed at the bedsheets, welcoming each thrust and milking me of everything I had left. Her hips rocked backward and filled the air with our grunts and moans as her arousal dripped between our bodies.

“You’re gonna wreck me.” My chest rattled with a growl, and each one of my thrusts brought us both closer to the edge. “But you’re coming with me.”

I plunged into her like a madman. Her knuckles gripping the bedsheets turned white. She pressed her face into the duvet, muffling her moans of pleasure. The way she milked my cock and whimpered my name brought me closer and closer to release.

A groan vibrated from my chest as I drove into her hard and stayed rooted there, the tip of my cock brushing against her inner walls. Liana quivered as a rush of wetness dripped onto the mattress. She moaned through her release, grinding against my cock. That was all it took to send me flying. My balls tightened, and I came with a roar, my seed spurting into her.