Married My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 12

Brittany's POV

His thick fingers pushed in, making me let out a loud moan and arch off the bed.

He worked me faster and faster until I came hard, soaking his hand.

After I came down, he pulled back and locked eyes with me.

I was finally starting to relax when his hand found my dress strap, playing with the lace against my skin.

Then - *rip* - he tore it clean off.

"You know what?" he panted, staring at my chest. "Been wanting to do this since I first saw you."

The raw hunger in his eyes should've scared me. Instead? It made me wetter.

What was wrong with me? Having this dangerous man look at me like he wanted to devour me... it was driving me crazy.

He started undoing my skirt, each button sliding against my skin making me shiver - from nerves or need, I couldn't tell.

"Want to do it yourself, or should I?" he whispered.

"I-I'll do it," I blushed, pushing his hands away.

I'd never done this before people.

Getting up on shaky legs, I stripped off my skirt, standing there half-naked.

My bra was next, my breasts spilling free.

His jaw clenched, and holy hell - the bulge in his pants was impossible to miss.

And I wanted it! Bad.

Feeling brave, I pushed against his chest and palmed him through his pants.

The way he looked at me? Like I was melting under a blowtorch.

"Go ahead," he growled. "Touch me properly."

I slipped my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around him.

So hot, so thick in my tiny hand. His groans as I stroked him were driving me wild.

Then he froze, eyes locked on my ankles. "These scars... who did this to you?"

Crap. Even in this dim light, he'd noticed.

"Prison," I said quietly.

Not mentioning it was probably his son's doing.

Looking up, his face was unreadable. Like he wasn't surprised at all.

Instead of pushing about the scars, he tilted my chin up. "Are you scared?"

I wasn't sure what he meant - scared of my past, or what was about to happen?

I just shook my head.

"Can I taste?" I then whispered, biting my lip as my cheeks burned.

His dark expression softened, and he nodded, his eyes intense on mine.

I wrapped my lips around his p***s, experimenting with slow, teasing strokes.

God, I was burning up with embarrassment at first.

But his fingers threaded through my hair. "Perfect," he purred.

Our bodies intertwined beneath silk sheets, every inch of skin touching.

The room fell silent except for our breathing.

I tensed when he positioned himself, but his touch turned gentle.

"Trust me," he breathed against my neck, "I'll make it good for you."