Page 28 of Falling for the Mafia Dom
This is not where I want her.
I want her alone…
Wearing nothing but my marks as I bury my cock into her until I forget why I am denying myself of her.
“I’ve been looking all over for you,” Lyla walks quickly toward the table with Tristan’s arm securely around her shoulder. Ellie stills on my lap but I possessively pull her closer.
Interesting…
“I see you’ve met Ellie,” Tristan takes the empty seat across from me and Lyla cozies up on his lap, “This is Lyla.”
“We’ve met,” Lyla smiles at me before turning to Tristan, “And they already know each other.”
“Mai hi wedi cachi arna i,” Tristan’s Welsh accent thicker than ever as he shakes his head, “I didn’t realize you were together.”
“It’s not like that,” Ellie quickly corrects him, “I nanny for his daughter’s children.”
“Is that so?” I watch Tristan’s eyes dart between the two of us trying to determine exactly what we are.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, sir,” one of Tristan’s staff hesitantly approaches our table, “but we have a small issue.”
“What is it, Kim?”
“Mila is stuck in traffic on the Cross Bronx and she isn’t going to make it in time for her demonstration with Jack.”
“Paddling 101?” He questions in jest and she nods her head.
“Ellie can do it,” Lyla chirps up.
“No,” I growl as Ellie and I both speak in unison.
Ellie’s head snaps around to look at me. Her eyes fixed on mine, defiantly she says, “I can do it.”
“I thought I was clear. If you are here, you are here with me.”
“Di-ail. Fantastic,” a smile spreads across Tristan’s face, “Jack can speak, while Sal and Ellie demonstrate. There was a lot of interest in this demonstration, and I’d hate to have to cancel it.”
Fuck…
This was not what I meant.
But the only way to ensure another man isn’t paddling her perfect little ass is to do it myself.
Lifting Ellie from my lap, I stand and remove my jacket. I pull each of my cuff links from my shirt and drop them into the breast pocket before rolling up my sleeve.
She watches me with a fire in her eyes. That enticing spark that looks like a mixture of disdain and lust.
“You might want to start thinking of a safe word, little girl,” I begin to roll my other sleeve, “because there’s a good chance you’re going to need it.”
ChapterTwenty-One
ELLIE
Following Kim to the rear of the club, we stop at the bouncer-guarded, black, velvet rope. She says something to him, and he unclips the rope to provide the three of us access to the hallway behind him.
The pounding of my heart echoes in my ears as the click of my heels reverberates down the hallway. A sporadic moan or scream of pleasure echoes back at me. My curiosity draws my eyes into each of the rooms we pass. A man having candle wax dripped across his chest, a woman being meticulously bound with knotted ropes, and another with a man licking her leather boot.
Looking into the rooms we pass, only increases my nervous energy.
