Detained: A Dark Mafia Romance (Beneath The Mask Series Book 4)

I can’t concentrate on anything other than her. This blonde can suck on my dick for as long as she likes, the only woman I want wrapped around my cock is the one standing in front of me.

I groan as I imagine her sweet taste.

I’m riveted to her every movement.

She had a moment where she was debating leaving, it only made me want my stalker more when she slipped off that dress with a defiant glint in her eye and revealed her perfect frame, scattered with beautiful ink that spans a lot further than I first thought.

Her arms, her ribs, her thighs. I want to run my tongue along all of it.

The way she’s eye fucking me and biting that plump bottom lip tells me she’s not picturing anyone other than me doing that to her.

I lick my lips and fire flashes in her eyes. She needs more. She’s desperate for it.

She needs to be claimed and controlled to truly be set free. I push the blonde’s head forward so she chokes on my dick, my fingers still sliding in and out of Lexie, her legs shaking next to me. The girls might be moaning next to me, all I can focus on is the little breathy pants Zara keeps letting out.

I could have her screaming.

I bite down on the inside of my cheek. Fuck, I want her.

I push the blonde off me and slide my fingers out of Lexie, which earns me a displeased moan.

“You girls go and have some fun.” I tap Lexie’s ass as she stands and she giggles. I can’t concentrate on them; my focus is entirely on Zara.

My hand grips my shaft, and I lean back, my other arm up on the back of the couch. I wonder how my little detective is going to play this one off. She’s close, and I know she won’t back down from a challenge.

What’s your next move, detective?

I can almost feel the conflict happening inside her brain. She wants to finish. She hates herself for wanting me, but she’s so turned on right now.

If she wants the answers, she has to get off.

I keep stroking myself. Her eyes zone in on my cock. I bite back a groan as she rolls that silver nipple piercing between her fingers. I can smell her sweetness from here.

It’s taking every single ounce of restraint I have right now not to go over there and fuck her like she craves to be fucked.

Her back arches against the door, her head lowering, and her hooded eyes meet mine. The desire, the pure hunger in them, almost has my balls exploding. This woman is like none I’ve ever met. I have a nice slice on my neck to prove that.

“Fuck,” she mutters as her body shakes.

I tip back my head and imagine her tied up on my bed; her spanked ass up in the air and me pounding into her from behind, over and over again until she passes out. Imagining her sweet voice screaming for me. My thighs tighten and with one last tug, I come all over my hand and I’m fucking breathless.

As I tip my head back up, I find her watching me, still rolling her lip between her perfect white teeth, brushing her hair out of her face and a beautiful blush spreading up her chest.

Without a word, I stand, tucking myself back into my pants and head to the bathroom to wash my hands. I catch a glance of my own reflection, the desire is hard to hide. Get a fucking grip.

She’s still by the door as I re-enter, watching my every move. I walk towards her and her breath hitches. I bend down and pick up her dress and hand it out to her. She cautiously extends her hand out, and the second our fingers connect, a surge of electricity shoots down to my dick. I grab hold of her hand and pull her small frame towards me, leaning down so my lips brush against her jaw.

“You enjoy watching me, don’t you, detective?” I huskily rasp in her ear.

She shivers against me. “No.”

My lips twitch into a grin. “Liar.”

“I-I’m not,” she whispers, her warm breath hitting against my cheek.

“I’ll warn you once. The next time we’re in the same room together, I will fuck you, Zara. I will ruin you for any other man. I’ve let you have your fun.”

I rub my fingers along the cut she left me with on my throat.

I step back abruptly. I truly don’t know what I want. Do I want her to stop following me? Do I want to fuck her? If I do, will I ever be able to stop?

“You owe me answers, Frankie.” That fire in her eyes returns as she scowls at me, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“You really think I’d make it that easy?” I whisper against her cheek and pull myself away before I take it any further.

Zara looks horrified as I open the door.

“See you around, angel.” I wink and shut it.