Falling for My Ex's Mafia Dad novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: She Asks

Leona asks, and Carmine takes her on the walnut desk until the gate bell rings.

Carmine closed the box lid and set it at the far end of the desk.

"They want you frightened," he said. "They want you back at the restaurant, small, and quiet."

"I'm not small," I said. "And it's after midnight."

His eyes came up.

"It's tomorrow," I said. "It's twelve fifty-two. You told me to ask tomorrow."

He didn't move.

I took the tie of my wrap dress in my fingers and pulled the bow loose.

The dress fell open down the front.

I stood in the lamplight of his study in a black bra and black lace underwear.

I had stretch marks on my hips and a full soft belly that Vince had always asked me to hold in.

I held nothing in.

"I want you to fuck me, Carmine," I said.

"I've wanted you to look at me for a long time."

"I didn't know it until you did."

His jaw set, and I saw his hand tighten on the edge of the desk.

"Come here," he said.

I walked to him.

He took the dress off my shoulders and let it drop, and for a long moment he only looked.

His gaze went from my face to my breasts, spilling over the cups, to my waist, to my hips, down my thighs.

"You have no idea," he said, in a voice gone rough, "what you are."

"Tell me."

"Beautiful," Carmine said. "Soft. Mine to look at, if you let me."

"Look all you want."

"I intend to do more than look."

He lifted me by the waist and sat me on the edge of the walnut desk.

The wood was cool against the backs of my thighs.

He pushed the ledger off to one side with his forearm.

It hit the floor with a thump neither of us cared about.

He kissed me, slow and deep, with one hand spread on my back and the other wrapped in my long hair.

He pulled my head back by it, gently, and put his mouth on my throat.

I gasped.

My nipples were tight and aching in the bra.

He reached around and unhooked it with one hand.

He had not.

I could tell by the way he stopped when my breasts came free, and looked, and swore under his breath in Italian.

"Madonna," he said. "Leona."

He cupped them both, heavy in his big palms, and ran his thumbs across the nipples until I arched.

Then he bent and took one in his mouth.

He sucked slowly, then harder, with the flat of his tongue.

I buried my fingers in his hair and held him there.

"Yes," I said. "Please, that. Don't stop."

"I have no plans to," he said against my skin.

His mouth moved to the other one, and his hand went down my belly to the lace.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband, and I lifted my hips so he could pull it down my legs.

He dropped it on the floor.

I was bare on the desk, in front of him, with my legs open and my heartbeat in my throat.

Carmine looked at me.

He stood fully dressed in his vest and white shirt, with his sleeves rolled.

He looked at the place he had touched an hour ago and licked his lower lip.

"I tasted you in the doorway," he said. "I have been thinking about it since."

He went to his knees.

I had never in my life watched a man kneel.

He put his hands on my inner thighs, spread them wider and set his mouth on me.

I cried out.

He licked a long, flat, slow stripe from my entrance to my clit.

I fell back onto my elbows on the walnut, knocking a pen holder over.

"Carmine."

"Mm," he said into me, and the sound vibrated through my whole body.

He worked me with his tongue, circling the swollen bud with the tip.

Then he pulled it into his mouth and sucked in a pulse that was almost too much.

His beard scratched the insides of my thighs.

I moaned and grabbed his hair with both hands and rolled my hips up into his face.

He took it, growling, tightening his grip on my legs.

"That's it," he said, and then went back to work. "Use me. Show me how you like it."

"Right there," I gasped. "Oh God, right there."

He stayed exactly there.

He pushed two fingers inside me, curled them, and found the place he had found by the door.

My body wound tight as a wire.

"You're so wet," he said. "You're so good for me. Let me hear you."

I let him hear everything.

I came with a cry that I think the whole house heard.

My thighs clamped on his shoulders and his mouth stayed on me.

His fingers kept moving until I whimpered and begged him to stop.

He lifted his head.

His beard and his mouth glistened, and he looked at me.

"Again," Carmine said.

"I can't."

"You can," he said, and dragged his tongue across me once more, and I shrieked and came again, harder.

When I could see, he was standing between my knees, opening his belt.

I sat up on shaking arms and pushed his hand away.

"Let me."

I unbuckled him and opened his trousers and drew him out.

He was thick and heavy and flushed dark in my palm.

A bead of wetness shone at the tip.

I looked up at him and stroked him slowly, root to head, and watched his jaw go tight.

"Leona."

"You liked that? Say it."

"I like all of it," he said. "Your hand. Your face. The way you look at it."

"I want it inside me."

"Say that again."

"I want your cock inside me," I said. "Now. Please."

Something let go in his face, something that had been held very still for a long time.

I held his eyes.

"No one else," I said. "Just you, with nothing between us."

He closed his eyes for a second.

When they opened, they were black.

He took me by the hips and drew me to the edge of the desk, and lined himself up, and pushed.

He went in slowly, a little at a time, and I felt every inch of it.

I had not known it could be like that.

It was filling and stretching and so deep it nearly hurt, and I clawed at his shirt.

"Breathe," he said. "There. Let me in."

"More."

"Greedy girl."

He seated himself to the hilt, and we both stopped, breathing hard, foreheads together.

He was deeper than anything I had known, and I was clenching around him without meaning to.

"God," he said. "You feel like heaven."

"Move."

He moved.

He drew out slowly and pushed back in.

The ledger and the lamp and the pen cup all rattled on the desk.

The rhythm built.

He gripped my hips to hold me still and fucked me with long, deep, steady strokes.

Every one hit the place inside me his fingers had found.

"Look at me," he said. "Look at who's fucking you."

"You," I said. "Carmine. You."

"Say my name again."

"Carmine. Carmine, harder."

He gave me harder.

He lifted one of my legs over his arm and the angle changed, and I screamed into his shoulder.

The desk legs scraped on the floor.

Sweat ran down his temple, and I licked it off his skin, and he groaned and pounded me faster.

"You take it so well," he said. "Look at you. Taking all of me."

"Because you feel so good."

"You're perfect. Do you hear me? Perfect."

I clenched around him, and his rhythm broke.

"Touch yourself," he said. "I want to feel you come on my cock."

I slid my hand between us and found my clit, slick and swollen, and rubbed it in fast circles.

He watched my fingers, and his breath came ragged.

"That's my girl," he said.

The pressure inside me peaked.

"I'm going to-"

"Do it. Come for me."

I came with his name in my mouth and his cock buried inside me.

I clenched and pulsed around him in waves, my head thrown back and my hair hanging off the desk.

He swore, low and long.

His hips stuttered.

He buried his face in my neck and thrust twice more, deep, and came with a groan that shook his whole body.

I felt him pulse inside me, hot, again and again.

We stayed like that, his weight pinning me to the walnut.

My legs were wrapped around his waist and his heart pounded against my breast.

"Stay," I said, before I could think. "Don't pull out yet."

"I wasn't going to."

He lifted his head and kissed me, softly this time.

"Say yes to me," Carmine said. "Not the deal. Me."

"Yes," I said. "To you. I already did."

He rested his forehead against mine and laughed, a low, surprised sound.

Someone knocked on the study door.

It was a very loud, very careful knock, and it was Teo's.

"Boss," he called through the wood. "I'm sorry. I really am. I've had my earmuffs on since ten past one."

Carmine closed his eyes.

"What, Teo."

"Vince is at the front gate," Teo said. "He's got Ottavio's car behind him, and he's asking for his girl."

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