THE MAFIA KING BROKEN ROSE novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172

Chapter 172

I would beg eventually? What did he mean by th–oh…oh…

“Fuck!” I moaned out loud before I could control myself, I was shocked by the silk, through it, like he didn’t care it was in the way.

the sudden wet heat of his mouth dragging down the center of my vagina, over

His tongue pressed right into the seam of my panties, and I jerked up, nearly knocking my head on the cabin wall behind the seat.

Dominic grinned into me, not bothering to look up. “There she is,” he said against my pussy, mouth open, breath hot. “Starting to sound like you mean

it.”

“Shut up,” I gasped, squirming, my legs trembling as he slipped two fingers beneath the edge of the panties and pulled them aside. Cold air hit first, then his mouth. He was no longer teasing me but giving me the real deal.

Lips wrapping around my clit, slow, careful suction that made my thighs jump and my back arch off the leather.

“Dom…shit, oh God…” My hands clawed at his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”

“I didn’t plan to.” His voice was low, dark velvet between my legs, the kind of sound that vibrated more than echoed. His tongue flicked once, twice, and then he flattened it, pressing broad and firm right over the aching nub until my legs shook around his head.

His fingers slid lower, between slick folds, and I moaned again, hips jerking as he pushed one inside of my pussy slowly, it felt like torture as that single filled me up. “You’re tight,” he muttered. “Jesus, Aria.”

I let out a shaking breath, every inch of me on fire. “Fuck!! Mo…re. Give me more, I can take it.”

He gave me two. He didn’t argue, didn’t warn me. Just curled them slowly as they entered, dragging them against that spot that made my legs seize up.

I cried out, hands flying up to cover my mouth–but he caught one wrist and pinned it beside my head.

“No hiding,” he said. “I want to hear it all. Your moans are my

motivation.”

His other hand slid up, cupping one breast, then the other, fingers brushing the hardened peaks, teasing in sync with the rhythm of his thrusts.

I felt everything in layers–his fingers stroking deep and steady inside me, his mouth wrapping around my clit again, and his other fingers rolling and pinching my nipples like he was testing how much tension I could take before I snapped.

“I’m…fuck, I’m gonna-” I arched up, moaning brokenly, grinding against his mouth. “Dom, please…”

He didn’t say anything, didn’t let up. Just moaned into my pussy like he was drunk on it, tongue working in circles as his fingers curled harder in me, knuckles deep, dragging every inch of slick from me with maddening control.

My free hand went wild, desperate, fumbling down to his waistband, yanking at his belt, shoving his pants open just enough to get at the outline of his cock. I felt the heat of him through the fabric–hard, straining against his boxers, so hot I almost sobbed.

But the second my fingers slid past the waistband, he pulled back from me completely.

“No,” he said, voice low, eyes sharp. “That’s mine. Not yet.”

I whimpered, frustration knotting inside my chest. “Let me–fuck, just let me touch you.”.

Dominic shook his head, licking his lips like he was still tasting me. “You don’t get to steal anything from me. Not tonight.”

“But…”

“Later,” he whispered, brushing his nose along my thigh. “Right now, you just lie there and take every fucking thing I give you.”

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He dove back in, not bothering with slow anymore. His mouth closed over my clit with a groan, tongue pressing and rubbing while his fingers picked up pace inside me—faster, deeper, the rhythm relentless now. I cried out again, louder than I meant to, my body thrashing beneath him as he twisted his fingers just right and everything lit up, hot and sharp behind my ribs.

“Ah!!! fuck, Dom, I’m gonna–please–”

He growled against me, the sound raw and greedy, and sucked harder.

My orgasm hit like a crash landing–violent, ungraceful, the kind that yanked a scream from deep in my chest and had my legs locking around his shoulders. My hips shot off the seat, my fingers twisting in his hair as I writhed, caught in the undertow.

And then-

“Oh my God,” I gasped, eyes fluttering open mid–climax. “Dom–shit, someone’s…!”

He looked up lazily, still knuckle–deep inside me, and followed my wide stare to the back of the cabin.

Standing frozen in the aisle, her hand on the curtain that separated the cabin from the galley, was the air hostess. Late twenties, sleek bun, navy blouse unbuttoned just enough to hint at curve. But what caught me was her face.

She didn’t look scandalized. Or horrified.

She looked flushed. Her mouth was parted slightly, lips slick. Her nipples were clearly hard beneath the thin fabric of her shirt, outlined against the navy cotton like they were reaching toward us. Her breath caught when our eyes met. But she didn’t move, instead she had kicked her lips sexily.

Dominic didn’t stop. His fingers flexed inside me, drawing another gasp from my mouth, and he looked back at me like nothing else in the world mattered but this.

But I couldn’t tear my eyes from the girl in the aisle. The way she stared at my body exposed and trembling, held open by his hands–and didn’t look away. Didn’t flinch.

Just watched.

And at that moment, I had the most crazy idea. “Can we…include one more person?”

Dominic’s brows lifted, lazy, calculating. His fingers were still inside me–slow now, pulsing just enough to remind me I was still open for him, still owned -but his eyes flicked past me, toward the girl standing motionless at the end of the aisle.

“You mean her.” It wasn’t a question. He said it like he’d already known I’d look at her.

Never in my life had I kissed a girl. Or fucked a girl. Dominic is possessive and never wanted to share me with another man. But had he ever considered a woman?

He didn’t answer right away, just stared at me for a second too long. Then, finally, his voice low: “If I say yes, I own both of you. Every. Fucking. Second.”

I swallowed. My thighs were soaked, slippery where I sat, every nerve lit from his touch. “Yes.”

He pulled his fingers from me, slow and obscene, glistening, then turned toward the girl and crooked a single finger.

She moved.

Not hesitating. Not blinking. Just obeying. Her heels clicked softly over the aisle as she approached, her hands shaking only a little as she reached the row, eyes flicking between me and him.

“She’s curious,” Dominic said, still looking at me. “Aren’t you?”

The hostess nodded, lips parted. “Yes, sir.”

“Strip.” His voice was pure steel.

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Her hands flew to her buttons, undoing one after another until the blouse fell open. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were already hard perfect dusky peaks that stiffened more in the cold tabin air. I couldn’t stop staring

Dominic reached over, unbuckled me, and yanked me to my feet by the hips. “Both of you. In the private room. Now.”

The door was just behind us, sleek, hidden, disguised as a part of the paneling. He opened it and gestured us inside. The room was narrow but fush–low bed, tinted windows, mood lighting humming low like a heartbeat.

I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. I only knew I wanted to do it.

She stood next to me, now topless, skirt unzipped and pooling at her feet. Her panties were black silk. Mine were still shoved to the side, clinging wet between my thighs.

Dominic stepped in behind us and shut the door with a soft click. “On your knees.”

We dropped.

His pants were already unzipped, his cock springing free, thick and heavy, tip flushed, already leaking. I gasped a little–every time I saw it, I forgot how massive he really was.

“Lick,” he said.

I leaned forward and dragged my tongue along the underside of his shaft while she mirrored me from the other side, our tongues touching, lips brushing against each other as we worked him in tandem.

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