MY MAFIA MATE

PLAYING WITH FIRE 🔥

Elena stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror, heart hammering against her ribs. The emerald green dress Dante had sent her clung to every curve like a second skin, the neckline plunging just enough to be elegant yet sinful. A small note had accompanied the gift: Wear this for me tonight. Nothing underneath. She had obeyed, feeling both thrilled and terrified.

Marcus walked into the bedroom and let out a low whistle. “Damn, babe. You look incredible. Are you trying to impress the boss for me?” He stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck. His touch felt wrong now too familiar, too ordinary compared to the fire Dante ignited in her.

“Something like that,” Elena murmured, forcing a smile. She gently pulled away before he could feel how fast her pulse was racing.

The restaurant was one of the city’s most exclusive dim lighting, private booths, and an atmosphere thick with wealth and secrets. Dante was already seated when they arrived, looking devastating in a tailored charcoal suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and powerful frame. The moment his dark eyes landed on Elena, they burned with raw hunger and barely restrained jealousy as Marcus pulled out her chair for her.

“Elena,” Dante greeted, his voice smooth as velvet but laced with danger. “You look breathtaking tonight.”

“Thank you,” she replied softly, cheeks warming under his intense stare.

Throughout dinner, Dante played the perfect, charming host discussing business deals and Marcus’s bright future with calculated ease. But beneath the pristine white tablecloth, his foot deliberately brushed against hers. Later, his hand found her knee, sliding higher with agonizing slowness. While Marcus sat mere inches away, laughing at one of Dante’s dry jokes, his fingers teased the inside of her thigh, brushing against her bare p***y.

Elena gripped her wine glass tighter, biting the inside of her cheek to stay composed. She was already wet, aching, and trembling. Dante’s expression remained calm and professional, but his eyes promised brutal punishment later for making him watch her play the devoted wife.

“So Dante,” Marcus said, raising his glass proudly, “I can’t thank you enough for this promotion. It means everything to our family. Elena and I are so grateful.”

Dante smiled, but the expression didn’t reach his eyes. “Your wife deserves plenty of credit. She’s been… incredibly supportive lately.” His fingers slipped higher under the table, stroking her slick folds with expert precision. Elena’s breath hitched. She parted her thighs slightly despite herself, desperate for more.

By the time dessert arrived, she was soaked and on the edge of losing control.

Marcus’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen and sighed. “I have to take this it’s the Tokyo team. I’ll be quick.” He excused himself and stepped outside to the terrace.

The second Marcus disappeared from view, Dante’s control shattered.

“Bathroom. Now,” he growled under his breath, eyes blazing.

Elena barely had time to stand before he was guiding her with a firm hand on her lower back. They slipped into the luxurious private bathroom, locking the door behind them. Dante didn’t waste a second. He spun her around, pressing her against the marble counter and hiking her dress up to her waist.

“f**k, I’ve been dying to taste you all night,” he rasped, dropping to his knees. He buried his face between her thighs, devouring her with ruthless hunger. His tongue circled her c**t before plunging inside her, sucking and licking until her legs shook violently.

Elena gripped the counter, biting her lip hard to stifle her moans. “Dante… oh god…”

He stood abruptly, freed his thick c**k, and thrust into her in one powerful stroke. The stretch was exquisite. He f****d her hard against the counter, one hand covering her mouth while the other gripped her hip possessively.

“You’re mine,” he snarled with every deep, punishing thrust. “Not his. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she gasped, voice muffled against his palm. “Only yours, Dante.”

He reached between them to rub her c**t, sending her spiraling into a shattering orgasm. Her walls clenched around him as pleasure tore through her body. Dante followed moments later, burying himself to the hilt and groaning her name as he came deep inside her.

They stayed locked together for a few breathless seconds, foreheads pressed together. Dante kissed her deeply, almost tenderly, before helping her fix her dress.

When they returned to the table, Marcus was already seated, scrolling through his phone. He looked up, his gaze flicking between them with a strange, unreadable expression.

“Everything alright?” he asked slowly, noting Elena’s slightly flushed cheeks and Dante’s relaxed but predatory posture.

“Perfect,” Dante replied smoothly, his hand resting possessively on Elena’s lower back as he pulled out her chair. “Just discussing a few future opportunities.”

Elena smiled, but terror coiled tightly in her stomach. They were playing with fire and the flames were growing higher, threatening to consume everything in their path.