Her Mafia Obsession

CHAPTER 6: CROSSING THE LINE

Mia’s mind continued to race as she returned to her apartment that evening. She had escaped Salvatore’s grasp barely, while his lingering body heat from touching her body followed her closely.

The way he spoke to her and his presence overwhelmed her entire being in ways she had never anticipated, which made her feel emotionally exposed and vulnerable in ways she had never known before.

She couldn’t ignore it. The attraction. The raw chemistry. It was undeniable. She constantly saw his face when she attempted to shut her eyes. His dark eyes. The smirk. The closeness of his body next to hers as his scent drifts between them, creating a powerful effect in the air with the vow of hidden possibilities.

But Mia knew better. She had a job to do. She had a career to protect. Salvatore's games with her would cause her to lose her hard work if she surrendered to his charm.

She attempted to concentrate on the case while sitting at her kitchen table, as she kept reviewing the files for a second time. The only thing that crossed her mind was him.

Her phone buzzed, interrupting her focus on the paperwork before her. The message displayed his name on the cell phone screen. Salvatore Ricci.

She skipped a beat before she could regain control of herself.

She released her breath as she held the phone against her ear. His voice greeted her with the words “Mia”

Adding a playful touch to the tone. The sound of his question made her feel uneasy.

"I hope you aren't trying to avoid me?"

Her lips quirked.

“I’m busy.” She responded, trying to be indifferent.

“I thought you might be,” he said jokingly.

“But I think we should talk. About… us.”

Her body reacted with an intense shock when she heard those words. There it was again… us.

What did that mean? She didn't know. But she couldn't ignore the pull at her chest. She paused with her eyes shut as she tried gathering her thoughts.

She spoke with a calm voice while her heartbeat raced inside her chest. “I’m listening.”

“I think you know where I’m going with this,” Salvatore spoke the words with gentle softness before continuing his point.

“You’re not the only one who feels the tension, Mia. And I think it’s time we stop pretending it’s not there.”

The words shortened her breathing. It was one thing to feel it, to experience it in the heat of the moment. But to have him admit it openly… it made everything feel more real. More dangerous

“I don’t have time for games, Salvatore,”

She spoke the words with emptiness.

“I’m here to do my job. And you're to be defended.”

The phone stayed silent for a moment before he spoke again. His next words from his mouth came with a gentle tone that seemed like he shared a personal secret with her.

"Mia, I am not asking you to lose your identity to me. But I can’t help how I feel. I can't control what happens when we're together,” he said intimately.

His voice carried sincere meaning yet there was a dangerous tone she detected beneath the surface.

He knew what he was doing. Knew how to play her. And somehow, she unconsciously allowed herself to fall for him.

“I didn’t ask for this,” she spoke without thinking as her words escaped like a whisper before she could stop them.

“But I’m not sure I can stop it either.”

There was no going back now. She has admitted the truth to herself, after hearing him saying it out.

“I didn't ask you to,” Salvatore replied quietly, and she could feel the weight of his words and his intentions, through the phone.

“I think you know what’s happening between us, Mia. And you also desire it too.”

A heavy sensation embraced her body. The strength of her commitment began to slowly weaken away. She made desperate attempts to concentrate on something but his words and his presence overwhelmed her.

She took a deep breath. “You’re playing with fire, Salvatore.”

He replied in a threatening tone "I know. And I think you are, too.”

The call ended abruptly, leaving her staring on the phone while her mind swirled with thoughts. She knew what was coming. And a part of her had already succumbed too far to stop it.

***

On the following day Salvatore reached out to her again. And she answered. The words between them lasted just a short period but an intense tension lingered throughout each interaction. The conversations stretched like a thread pulling tighter, which neither of them was willing to let go

Mia arrived at the penthouse for the second time that night knowing exactly what the encounter would bring.

As she entered the building, Salvatore stood near the windows with a glass of whiskey in hand while waiting for her. The brief eye connection between them carried more meaning than any spoken words would have.

“I told you we weren't done,” his smirk appeared as he spoke those words, taking another sip from his glass.

Mia froze at the spot, while her breath was shallow. This was the moment she had spent time trying to escape. But now, there wasn't a way out.

“I’m here for the case” She said the words through her unsteady voice but refused to leave.

“You’re here for me too,” Salvatore countered, his voice soft, a hint of something darker lurking behind his words.

He set his glass down and moved toward her slowly, deliberately, like a predator closing in on its prey.

Mia’s heart raced, and the magnetic pull between them intensified. A physical urge to flee or run had possessed her body but she found herself unable to leave. His presence was overwhelming,

and some force within her body reacted to his presence even though she knew she should stay away from him.

Salvatore reached at a distance where she could sense the temperature of his body. The space between them was filled with powerful energy.

Salvatore lifted his hand to sweep her hair behind her face while his fingertips lightly touched her skin. His gentle touch brought an intense reaction that caused a shiver to run through her body.

He whispered to her ears "You've been resisting this attraction you feel for me, haven't you?”

“Trying to pretend it doesn't affect you."

Mia’s pulse quickened, her lips parting slightly as her mind raced. She attempted to speak but no words came out. Every warning instinct inside her failed to stop her from moving toward him as her body responded to his touch.

Without another word, Salvatore made a silent approach before kissing her lips tenderly in a careful manner. His gentle kiss erupted enough passion to create dizziness in her mind. Their kiss grew deeper until she refused to resist any longer. The truth became undeniable to her.

The intense moment became too powerful for Mia to resist as she grabbed his shirt with both hands, drawing him closer before her entire body succumbed to the extreme sensation.

The kiss grew more intense and passionate as Salvatore grabbed her waist to pull her against his body. The tension between them had finally reached its breaking point.

And in that moment, there was no turning back.

His hungry mouth consumed hers with a kiss that had burned inside him for days and weeks. It wasn’t gentle anymore. It was claiming. Possessive. His kiss proved without doubt that he had waited long enough.

Mia let out a soft moan while her body pressed against him as he held her tightly by the waist. She could feel the powerful force of his arms together with the tightened muscles which coiled like a taut spring before release. His arms moved freely across her body from her back to her spine while his fingers held her neck firmly as he deepened the kiss.

His fingers slipped beneath her blouse fabric, touching her bare skin, she gasped against his lips. She took a sharp breath when he lifted her blouse until he revealed her stomach and kept going higher. He removed her blouse without breaking their kiss, discarding it to the floor.

His voice whispered “You're more beautiful than I imagined.”

While he surveyed her body under the dim lighting.

Mia was breathless. “Is that part of your charm… saying all the right things to get women into bed?”

He responded with a single word "No"

While moving his lips from her jaw.

“Just the truth. And I don't want you in my bed, Mia. I want you everywhere.”

Her body trembled while he kissed her neck with his passionate mouth. His teeth left gentle marks on her collarbone, as she let out a soft whimper. Every single nerve in her entire body became intensely alive.

The trembling fingers of her hands released his belt, unbuckling it. A deep sound escaped his lips as she moved her hand underneath his trousers to feel his body heat, detecting his firmness that had touched her thigh moments earlier.

He caught her wrist, guiding her hand as he hissed against her throat.

“Keep doing that, and this ends right here, right now.”

“ I don't want it to end. Not yet,” she spoke softly, her gaze locking with his.

With a deep growl, he turned her body toward the kitchen counter before lifting her onto the surface, making papers fly off the countertop.

He moved his hands to her thighs while spreading them open until he stepped between her legs. His touch was aggressive and forceful… But he managed to stay in control. Like he was restraining something hidden beneath his surface which seemed both destructive and intense.

His lips touched hers with a light kiss.

“Tell me to stop,” He spoke with strained intensity as he leaned in.

“If you want me to stop…”

“I don’t,” she breathed.

That was all he needed.

***

He yanked her b*a down, revealing her n****e… as his mouth closed over one of the n*****s… sucking hard enough to draw a sharp cry from her throat. She squirmed under his body while her fingers clutched his shoulders as he devoured her with his tongue and teeth by alternating between her breasts like someone who had been starving for her touch.

His hands found their way beneath her skirt, pushing it up while he exposed her wet lace panties. The sound of his dark laughter came when he noticed her already damp state.

“For me?” he asked smugly.

She kept her eyes fixed on him while biting her lower lip.

“Shut up and take them off.”

Salvatore watched her intently as he removed her panties one by one until they fell from her feet to the floor. His lips moved excruciatingly, slowly toward her inner thighs until her hips moved toward him.

“Salvatore…”

“I’ve been dying to taste you, cara mia,” he whispered, revealing his desire to experience her, before he unleashed his hot… relentless wicked mouth on her body.

Mia’s spine arched, while she gripped his hair as he consumed her with his mouth. His tongue moved in circles around her c******s before speeding up into a fast and forceful motion until she started gasping, moaning his name as both a prayer and a curse through her gasps and trembling body.

A sudden powerful wave of pleasure engulfed her as she reached c****x in an uncontrollable manner. She let out a scream while her thighs squeezed his head until she reached her peak on the countertop, shattered and lost in the storm of intense pleasure.

He rose to his feet immediately, before she could recover. He removed the rest of his clothing. The intense heat of his body merged with powerful muscles extended across his tattooed skin that displayed his defined body structure. With their eyes fixed on each other he remained motionless for a single moment before entering her.

The words emerged from his throat as he spoke with strained intensity.

“This isn't just s*x, Mia. Not for me.”

“Then show me,” she whispered.

And he did.

He thrust into her with a single forceful penetration

both of them crying out at the intensity of it. She wrapped her hands around his back while he moved slowly, but turned into fast and forceful thrusts. Each push of his body sent ecstatic sensations that blasted through her entire being.

Her mind drifted into him while he filled her body with the heat, scents and sounds that felt like destruction and salvation all at once.

His fingers tangled in her hair as he kissed her intensely without showing any sign of stopping.

His words came out thick with desire as he said, “You feel like sin.”

“Like every goddamn thing I shouldn’t have… and everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Another o****m took hold of her body as she moaned out his name. A hoarse groan escaped his lips as he shook against her body, and his o****m took him until he held her tightly like the thought of separation would destroy him.

They stayed like that for a long moment… foreheads touching, their breath matching and their hearts pounded against each other.

Each of them understood without speaking that a boundary had crossed between them.

They had crossed a line.

And there was no going back.

***

Her speech was still shaky when she attempted to speak, but he stopped her with a kiss… slow this time, sensual, his tongue caressing hers with the same way he had used to drive her over the edge moments ago.

With her mouth against his, he whispered, “I’m not done with you yet. Not even close.”

Salvatore lifted her off the counter easily and held her in his arms as he carried her through the penthouse like weighed nothing. He gently placed her across the velvet chaise in front of the fireplace, the glow of the flames covering her body with shadows. She felt exposed in more ways than one, while her top and skirt laid lost somewhere behind them.

He kneelt between her legs, parting them with a touch both sacred and possessive. His eyes darkened as he watched her… still wet, still shivering.

“I could live between your thighs, bella,” he said, dragging his fingertips along one.

“You taste like sin and silk.”

Mia bit her lip as heat bloomed low in her belly once again. “Then show it.”

Salvatore grinned then bowed his head in silence.

His mouth was hot and wet as he drew a long line across her, humming a slow tune deep within his chest like the enjoyment of every second. His tongue danced around her c**t, taking it up and teasing it with a perfect blend of circling without allowing her the release she craved.

She raked her t**s against his abdomen and, desperately arched to have him, but he pressed a firm hand on her stomach to hold her still.

“Let me take my time,” he whispered against her ears.

“You’ll come for me again… and again.”

Then he dove in—tongue flattening and dragging over her swollen center, lips sealing around her c**t to sucking too hard and deep. He swirled his tongue over her like a starved demon, mouth lost in her taste, his groans vibrating against her most sensitive spot.

Mia shrieked then gasped, gripping his hair as she buckled beneath him. Her mind turned blind with each lick of his tongue, every flick, every damned groan he made as if he was the one getting f****d.

“Salvatore… oh my god…” Her voice broke into whimpers as he slipped two fingers inside her, curling them just right, matching each motion with the release of the rhythm of his mouth.

“I can’t… please… I’m gonna…”

“That’s it. Tell me more,” he growled, pulling her even deeper into his mouth.

“Come for me again, amore. Soak my mouth.”

She came harder than ever before. Her vision blurred, collapsed on the chaise as a new burst of pleasure wrapped her whole body, so intense it felt almost painful. He still didn't stop, as her thighs clamped around his head… he kept l*****g and tasting until she fell back on the bed in a quivering mess.

He finally withdrew, his lips shining with her essence as he licked them slowy… treasuring her like the gem she was.

He sighed, “f**k, you’re addictive The sweetest thing I ever tasted.”

Mia could hardly answer, her limbs boneless and body still twitching from the aftershocks. With a twist, she snatched his hand and drew him up to hover above her once more.

Their eyes met again… no teasing this time, no condescension. Just raw hunger and desire neither of them was ready to name.

“Do you still want to play this like a game?” she asked, her voice low.

Salvatore cupped her jaw, brushing his thumb along her cheek.

“It’s not a game,” he said.

“It’s a reckoning.”

Then he kissed her again… slow and possessive… while her legs wrapped around his waist, silently telling him that whatever came next, she wasn’t done either.

And neither was he.