Page 79 of Mafia Obsession

He rubs the lotion into my skin, the pleasant scent of coconut and lime permeating the air between us.

“You’re tense,” he murmurs, pressing kisses along the back of my neck.

“You have that effect on me.” I slip my eyes closed.

“Tense isn’t what I’m going for, but at least I know my endeavors are affecting you.”

“I’m getting there,” I whisper.

“Face me,” he says in a different tone.

He’s going to put lotion on my chest. Good God.

“Take that dress off.” His steely voice sends quivers through me.

There I am, taking off the dress.

With more lotion on his hands, he rubs them across my chest, along the hem of my bikini top, between my breasts. His hands are so big I don’t know if he intended it, but a finger has slid under the fabric and rubs a hard nipple.

A moan nearly breaks from my chest.

“Don’t hold back your pleasure from me, Lourdes. Say my name when you moan for me,” he whispers, continuing to flick my hardened nipple. “Say it.”

My clit throbs, and I’m ready to let him fuck me. God, this is dangerous. I shouldn’t want this. “Ares...”

He pulls his hand away, water still dripping from his body, muscles defined and gleaming in the sun. He looks carved from marble. His eyes hold mine as the wind whips around us. I think something sweet will come out of his mouth, but he grips my throat, the squeeze more tense than I expect.

“Swallow for me, little storm. Work your muscles. Show me how tight your throat will be when your lips are wrapped around my cock, drinking down my hot cum.”

Again, I do as I’m told and swallow. His hand around my throat is an odd comfort given what I’ve been through. But I trust Ares.

“Your pupils are blown wide,” he whispers against my lips. “If I slide my finger into your cunt, you’d be drenched. Am I right?”

Smiling, I pry his fingers from my neck and step back.

I skim the edge of my bikini bottoms. “Come taste me and find out.”

Chapter 29

Lourdes

Ares’s face doesn’t move a muscle for a solid thirty seconds after I’ve invited him to eat me out. I’m suddenly embarrassed that I asked. Maybe he’s not into that. There are men who don’t care to put their heads between a woman’s legs. I can’t take it as a character flaw.

Face still as hard as stone, he steals that distance I put between us when I stepped back.

Pressing his face close to mine so our lips are almost touching, he says, “Get below deck, right now.” His chilling voice has me worried that I bit off more than I can chew with him.

When he gives me enough room to step around him, I wobble toward the stairs down to the galley. Ares doesn’t follow right away. I hear him speaking Greek again, barking into the radio.

Down below, I clock the entire space. Past a counter, an open pocket door breaks up a wall. Looking closer, I see a bed, and my heart starts to pound.

A shadow hits that wall, and I turn to see Ares standing there watching me. He barely clears the ceiling.

“Tell me again what you want,” he says, sounding strained.

I take his hand and raise it to my lips, watching him as I slip one of his fingers into my mouth. He grunts as I suck and swirl my tongue seductively around it. When his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head, I pluck his wet finger from my mouth and slip it down into my bikini bottoms. I push until his fingertip connects with my soft, wet folds.

Eyes on his, I whisper, “Make me feel good, Ares. Please.”