Black Hearted: An Enemies to Lovers Mafia Romance by Joanna Blake

Author:Joanna Blake [Blake, Joanna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-09-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Three

Vincent

“Woman,” I murmured into my woman’s gorgeous little ear, “wake up.”

It was early. Too early for civilized humans to be up and about. But I wasn’t civilized. I wanted 'Cesca now, before she had to start her day as a mother and a businesswoman.

As the head of the Feluciano crime syndicate.

I wanted her at least twice before the sun even peeked its head over the horizon.

No. Three times before breakfast. That was entirely reasonable, right?

“Hmm?” She curled her body into a ball and sighed, not opening her eyes. I chuckled at how childlike she looked. She was adorable.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” I whispered, pulling the covers down so I could admire the lines of her utterly feminine body. “Or don’t. Just give me your consent, and I will wake you up . . . slowly. With a smile.”

“Hmm . . . yes, Vincent,” she said. I wasn’t totally sure she was awake, so I decided to start with some PG touching, just to give her a chance to tell me to go to hell.

Not that I wouldn’t fight for a yes and an invitation to heaven instead.

I ran my fingertips gently over her arm, then reached down to trace the graceful lines of her leg, all the way to the hip. She shifted slightly and sighed, her face still relaxed in sleep. I tried again, brushing her hair away from her cheeks, unable to stop myself from touching her soft skin and rubbing my knuckles over her face.

My thumb followed the soft curve of her lip before pressing a chaste kiss there. Then I started again. Her arms. The long sweep of golden skin from ankle to hip. Her neck.

This time, when I got to her lips, I realized she was smiling.

“Playing possum, little girl?”

“Maybe,” she said, her eyes still closed.

“You like it when I touch you like this?” I asked, tracing the edge of her collarbone, then barely brushing the back of my hand over her already pert nipples.

“Yes, Vincent.”

“And like this?”

I breathed increasingly intimate questions against her ear as my hands did increasingly filthy things to her body. We were both eager in no time.

Especially her. Francesca was squirming, trying to arch into my touch, rocking her hips against my hand when I paused my exploration to toy with her folds. She was desperate for me in a matter of minutes.

Just the way I intended.

I liked it when my woman needed the special thing only I could provide. I had plans to keep her aroused as often as possible. I was the man. I was supposed to be the one to stay in control while she got all sexy and needy for me.

“Vincent . . .” she moaned, grabbing my wrist to keep me from pulling away from the sweet stickiness between her thighs. I chuckled knowingly, pausing to suck her juices from my fingers before starting again.

“Please!” she cried out a few minutes later.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me,” she said with perfect enunciation. I inhaled sharply at the direct look she gave me.

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