I groaned as a charge of hot blood rushed to my cock. She squeezed it, and my junk started to harden in spite of myself.
I couldn’t get her words out of my head. How did she know what I was thinking after we brought her back from Providence? How did she figure out that I was fantasizing about her?
I reacted in a heartbeat and shoved her off me. I grabbed her hands and slammed her against the wall, but she only moaned and undulated against me even harder. “Oh, fuck yeah, Dom. You know you want to fuck me. I make you hard as fuck, don’t I? Come on, Dominic. We’re all alone. The manager won’t care if she hears me scream in this booth. Fuck me, Dominic.” She spiked her voice to a scream of sexual ecstasy. “Oh my God. Please, Dominic. Fuck me hard! Oh, fuck yeah. Fuck me. You know I love it when you bend me over and fuck my ass.”
“Shut the fuck up!” I hissed. “Shut up before I punch your lights out.”
She moaned again, and her luscious red lips pouted in an orgasmic panting gasp. “Oh, please, I need that hard cock! Oh my God, I’m gonna cum, Dominic! You fuck me so hard.”
I clapped my hand over her mouth. “Shut the fuck up! I won’t tell you again.”
She finally fell silent, but those sex-drunk eyes just above my hand made me throb even harder. She sounded so fucking hot when she moaned like that. What would she feel like if I fucked her for real? I couldn’t stand it. I wanted to make her moan and beg and cry just like that while I pounded her to kingdom come.
My cock pulsated against her pelvis. Her hips swayed and pumped against me with nothing but her panties between her sweet pussy and my hard cock. It would be so easy to rip my pants open, spin her around, and spank her round, tight ass right here in the dressing room.
I could keep my hand over her mouth to stop her from screaming. That picture made me so much fucking harder that I couldn’t stand it. I pulled my hand off her mouth and instantly silenced her with my lips.
Once I started kissing her, I couldn’t stop. My tongue plunged into her hot, panting mouth, and her arms slithered around my neck. I seized both her ass cheeks and crushed her box into my prick, driving between her legs.
In half a second, I lifted her off the ground, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I pinned her against the wall, thrusting into that damp nest of goodness between her milky white thighs.
She gasped in my mouth, and soft, agonized moans drifted into my ears. She made me so damn hard I could fuck her right now. I needed to feel her steaming wetness around my shaft before I lost my mind.
My fingers crawled around her ass and inside her panties. I drove all the way into her channel, and her juices bubbled against my knuckles. Her smell floated into my nose, and my mind exploded.
She ripped off my mouth with a delirious moan, and her half-closed eyes found mine. She rode down hard on my hand. Fuck, she wanted it bad!
I pulled my hand around to the front to get a better angle on her swollen tissues when someone knocked on the door. The manager’s voice called from outside. “Mr. Luciano—Padrino just phoned to extend a line of credit for Ms. La Rosa. He told me to tell you not to worry about the tab.”
Ariana buried her face in my neck and bit down hard. I had to gulp to get my voice under control. “Okay, thank you, Fara.”
Her high heels clicked on the tiles, walking away. Ariana rocked in my arms, but that interruption brought us both back to our senses.
I leaned back, and her feet touched the ground. I took my weight off her, but before I could pull away, she attacked me even harder. Her mouth devoured my lips, and her tongue explored every inch of my mouth. She pulled me down into a ravenous kiss.
Her body rippled in my hands. She felt so impossibly tempting that I snapped back to reality. I couldn’t be making out with her here—not now.
Luca warned me Ariana would try something like this. What if Ariana was playing me… or trying to turn me against the Padrino?
I didn’t want to believe that about her, but I couldn’t rule it out. I reveled in the passionate bliss of kissing her.
I even slipped my fingers inside her panties and reeled in the heady pleasure of making her moan when I drilled inside her, but she didn’t captivate me the way she did before. I still didn’t know if I could trust her, no matter how fucking hot she was.
Chapter8
Dante
Dominic barged into the living room and threw his keys on the counter a lot harder than he should have. He stormed over to the sideboard, pulled out a bottle of scotch, and poured himself half a tumbler full.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I demanded. “Did the Vittorios attack or something?”
He scowled at me over his tumbler while he tossed it back and started pouring out another portion the same size. His shoulders heaved, and he bared his teeth in a death snarl.
I seriously considered calling Luca to find out what went down when Ariana waltzed in behind him. She was wearing completely different clothes, and she looked like a totally different person.
She had twisted her hair into a tight coil on top of her head, and she wore a short, tight, khaki pencil dress. The dress showed off her body as never before. Her T-shirt and sweats made her look relaxed and homegrown.
Now she looked drop-dead, jaw-dropping hot. She sauntered on high heels, and the plunging neckline left none of her deep, soft cleavage to the imagination.