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Mafia King : A Mafia Royals Novella(20)
Author: Rachel Van Dyken

Her blue eyes flashed, scanning mine. I didn’t know what happened next, but my hands tightened on her curvy waist as if my body, my fingers, knew how desperately I needed to keep her close.

Forever.

To protect her.

Fight beside her.

Mark her.

“Tank…” She licked her lips.

I caught her tongue with my mouth, licking the seam of her lips and pulling her hard against me as her tears fell across my cheeks and rolled down my face, colliding with our mouths.

It was a moment I would never forget.

Kissing her tears away.

Drinking in her pain.

“Never again,” I said between long, languid kisses. “You’ll never be alone again.”

“What are you saying?” Her bottom lip was swollen from my mouth, from sucking on it, from holding it where I wanted it, pinning it with my teeth, pinching it, only to suck it again.

“I’m not a knight in shining armor. I’m more villain, who’s always pretended to be the hero,” I admitted. “But now, I know who I am. Because of you.”

“And who’s that?”

“Yours…” I said. “A half-De Lange.”

She gasped.

“A made man.” Her eyes filled with more tears.

“Loyal to the Five Families.”

“And the FBI?” she asked.

I nipped at her mouth and whispered, “Let it fucking burn.”

 

 

Chapter Ten

 

Kartini

 

 

He didn’t judge me.

Instead, he loved me. Devoured my pain with his mouth.

De Lange.

We all knew, but for him to openly admit it—it was like watching a healing take place across his face as he finally confessed his truth.

And another De Lange orphan had joined the fold.

Had joined us.

Repenting for the sins of the father.

Earning my respect and that of the Five Families. I couldn’t be prouder or happier or more interested in ripping his clothes off.

I clawed at his naked chest, forgetting that he’d basically carried me out there in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, one wrapped around my body.

With a curse, he pulled mine loose.

I was completely bare to him—naked, needy.

His hands cupped my breasts as he flipped me onto my back. I took his towel with me.

Both of us were naked, grinding against each other as the waves crashed on the shore. And rather than wanting to get it over with, I wanted this moment to last forever.

He was mine.

He would always be mine.

His mouth pressed against my neck as he moved down to my belly button, his eyes meeting mine with wicked promises and relentless pursuit. “Still have a crush?”

My body responded as I spread my thighs. “What do you think?”

“I think I would be starving for you even if I’d never met you.” He lowered his head. “And I’m not fighting it anymore.”

“Don’t.”

“I told you, you’d be wet before the end of the night.” His laugh was dark as his eyes flashed, and then his mouth clamped down on me, his tongue darting out to find every sensitive inch that screamed for his attention.

My head rolled back and hit the soft pad of the chair as he tasted me, filling me with nothing but his tongue but making it feel like it was more than that—more than anything I’d ever had in my life.

“Don’t stop,” I begged. I never begged. This was the Tank effect.

He did stop, though, just enough to lift his cocky head, just enough to dig his fingertips into my thighs, just enough to give me a knowing smirk, his mouth glistening. “Did you just beg?”

“Let it go, Tank.”

His eyes were fierce, nearly feral. “Do it again.”

I started to move, to close my legs.

“Oh no, you don’t.” He held them open, his hands strong, his golden muscles taut. He was like this massive god, like Poseidon capturing a willing human on the beach and feasting. “I want to experience you saying it. I wanna hear it. I want you, Kartini Abandonato, to beg me.”

“For what?” My body trembled, totally giving me away as the warmth of the night air blew across my naked skin.

“Me,” he finally said. “I want you to beg for me. For my mouth wherever you want it, however long you need it. For my cock—” He slowly crawled up my body, easily covering me as he held himself over me and whispered against my mouth so I could taste myself on his lips. “Beg.”

“You think you can fight me and win?” I taunted.

He rolled a nipple between his fingertips then lowered his head and sucked, sending shockwaves through my system. “You think you wanna rephrase that question, princess?”

“Damn it!” I bucked against him. “Why can’t you be like normal guys? Get me off, give me an orgasm, and be happy about it!”

“Because”—his green eyes flashed—“I’ll never be happy until I have complete surrender. I’ll never be happy with pieces of you. I crave the entire thing.”

Tears burned the backs of my eyes. “You mean it?”

“I swear it.” His forehead touched mine.

I clawed at him, needing him to be closer as I pulled his head down to mine, our mouths colliding in an explosion of chaos as I tugged at his hair. My legs wrapped around his body, not even able to go halfway as I tried to get closer and failed.

“Please,” I begged. “Please, Tank…I need you. I needed you then. I need you now.”

He groaned, reaching between us, feeling how slick I was between my thighs, ready for him. “You’re perfect.”

I moved his hand away and gripped his cock, guiding it toward my entrance. “This, this is what I need.”

“We don’t have a condom.” His chest heaved as if he were having trouble breathing and hated himself at the same time for saying something in that moment.

I just grinned. “Birth control. You think any of our dads would let us out of their sight without it?”

“Tiny…” His lips tugged again at mine, nipped, then kissed, healed. “Let’s never discuss your dad or anyone else’s again mid-sex, okay?”

I laughed against his mouth. “Good talk.”

“And now…” He thrust inside me with one smooth movement. “No more talking.”

I groaned as he started to move, then pounded at his back when he stopped, only to hear his wicked chuckle each time I got upset.

I’d never felt anything better than being full of him, then feeling his weight against me, him inside me. This was bliss. This was what I’d been missing, like I’d been walking around half of a person for a year.

All I’d needed was for this irritatingly attractive man to make me realize that I’d always been whole.

“Harder.”

“If I go any harder and faster, this is going to be over really quick.” He laughed and then groaned as I clawed at his back more. “Fuck.”

“Yes, that. I want that.” I laughed against his mouth. “Tank, Tank, I think—I don’t know—”

“You’re so close.”

I felt myself tightening, spiraling out of control as I clung to his sweaty skin.

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