THE MAFIA KING BROKEN ROSE novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113

His lips crashed into mine with no hesitationno apology. Just raw need. The kind that had teeth as they graze my lower lips. His mouth moved like he was trying to erase the words I’d thrown at him, to silence my hate with tongue and breath and pressure.

He kissed like a man on the verge of collapse. Like he wanted to tear the pain out of both of us with his mouth.

His hands gripped my face at first, fingers sinking into my jaw, holding me there, making sure I felt every second. Then they slid lower over my throat, dragging down the curve of my shoulders, gripping the sides of my ribcage like he wanted to crack me open.

And then his tongue, God he sucked on it like he wanted to devour me whole. Heat punched between my thighs, and I hated him.

I hated him. But I moaned into his mouth like he was oxygen. Like he hadn’t just shattered every part of me moments before.

His palms were under my shirt now, rough skin against the soft weight of my breasts, squeezing, groping, like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to worship them or bruise them.

“Say it again,” he growled against my lips, breath hot, wild. “Say you hate me.”

“I do,” I gasped, as his thumbs rolled over my nipples, making me arch, tremble, ache.

“Fucking liar,” he snarled, and then his mouth was on my neck, dragging teeth and tongue down like he wanted to mark every inch of my pulse. “You’re probably wet for me down there.”

His voice was velvety, slow and certain, like he already knew the answer, like he could smell it on me.

I took a breath, shaky and sharp. “I… I am not.”

His head tilted, and his grin was wicked. “Want me to check?”

I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My legs locked in place as he stepped in close again, heat radiating off him like a furnace. His hand slid down my side, not hurried. No, Dominic was never in a rush when it came to control. He moved like a man who owned time. Like he was time himself.

Fingers slipped beneath my dress grazing my stomach, and I gasped as he shoved the fabric higher, exposing skin to cold air and his warmer touch. He dropped to his knees in front of me so suddenly, so smoothly, I stumbled backward into the wall–but he caught me before I could even flinch.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

I did. I couldn’t not. His stare was molten amber, locked on me as his hands gripped my thighs, thumbs stroking the insides slowly, as if coaxing the truth from my flesh.

Then, rip.

The sound tore through the room like a scream. My panties, silk and lace and fragile, shredded in his fist and tossed aside like an afterthought.

“Dominic-”

“Shh.” He dragged his nose along the inside of my thigh, inhaling like a man starved, a low growl vibrating against my skin.” You lied to me,” he murmured. “But your pussy didn’t.”

I whimpered, hips twitching toward his mouth on instinct.

He grinned against me. “So fucking sweet already. Does the hate turns you on Aria?”

Then his tongue was there, his eyes were on me as he placed his tongue on the direct door of my pussy, one long, hot stroke from the bottom of my slit all the way up to my clit.

I gasped, one hand bracing against the wall, the other flying to his hair, tangling in it like it was the only anchor I had left.

He didn’t rush.

Didn’t need to.

Dominic licked me like I was the last pleasure he’d ever taste deep, slow laps, his tongue pressing, flattening, teasing. And then he closed his mouth around my clit and sucked.

My knees nearly buckled.

“Ah–fuck–Dom-”

Successfully unlocked!

His hands gripped under my ass, holding me up, dragging me closer to his mouth until there was nowhere else I could go. Until there was nothing else but the wet, obscene sounds of him devouring me and the wrecked moans breaking free from my throat.

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Chapter 113

He moaned against my clit, the vibration sending electric fire through my belly. His tongue flicked, circled, pressed, sucked -again–and I cried out.

“Dominic, 1–oh my

God-”

“You taste like hate and fucking heaven,” he growled between licks, “I could stay right here forever.”

My head fell back against the wall with a thud. I was gone. Dripping. Writhing. His name came out of me like prayer and profanity all at once.

He flattened his tongue against my clit again and sucked hard, then eased the pressure, slow and agonizing. Back and forth. Over and over. Until I was shaking, thighs clenching around his head.

“You gonna come, Aria?” he murmured against me, his voice thick and soaked in lust. “You gonna come for the monster you hate?”

I whimpered something that did not make sense maybe a yes, maybe a curse, maybe just his name breaking apart on my lips.

He gave me no mercy. No escape. Just relentless, filthy worship of the part of me I swore I wouldn’t give him again.

His mouth moved like he was carving something permanent into me–his claim, his name, his goddamn soul. And it was working. I could feel myself unraveling under the heat of his tongue, the way he sucked and licked and devoured with slow, dangerous reverence.

I cried out, sharp and raw, as his tongue dragged in another tight circle over my clit, then sucked hard–again. My legs buckled.

“Dominic!” I gasped, high–pitched and wrecked.

My fingers clawed at my own shirt, yanking it up, my bra pushed aside with a desperate motion as I grabbed one breast and squeezed, hard. The pressure only made the waves worse, sharper, blinding.

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