The Mafia King’s Doll

Skylar

Renzo’s not supposed to be the one comforting me. It should be the other way around.

I wrap my arms tightly around his waist, wishing I could take away his pain.

His grief is something I’ve never considered, but after seeing how much losing Giulio’s hurt him, I can’t ignore it.

Renzo’s human, after all. He’s capable of loving someone so much that losing them turns him into a monster.

For the first time since he kidnapped me, I put myself in his shoes. If someone had killed Mom or Dad to steal one of their kidneys so a stranger could live, I’d be angry.

I’d be inconsolable.

Pulling my arms back, I move them up, and wrapping them around Renzo’s neck, I hold him to me as I admit, “I wish I could take away your pain.”

When he turns his head, and his lips brush over my jaw, I don’t pull away. Not because I’m playing some game, but because I really want to comfort him.

Right now, he’s not my kidnapper, and I’m not his captive.

He pulls slightly back, and his eyes lock with mine. There’s no brutality or anger. All I see is a man who’s in indescribable pain.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Bringing my hands to the sides of his jaw, I push myself up on my toes and press my mouth to his. My lips taste his, and when my tongue brushes over his bottom lip, his arms tighten around me and he takes over.

Just like yesterday, the kiss goes from zero to a hundred real fast, and Renzo all but devours me.

His kiss is forceful and hungry, his lips and teeth branding mine.

When a moan drifts from me, Renzo suddenly breaks the kiss. I’m lifted from my feet and sat down on the nearest empty table. He shoves my legs

open, and moving between them, his palms grip the sides of my face before his mouth comes down on mine again.

The man kisses me like the devil attempting to possess my soul. I can’t hold back or stop myself from being swept up by him.

His hands move down my body, and I lose his mouth as he breaks away so he can pepper kisses down the side of my neck.

Damn, it feels good.

It’s been so long since I’ve had a man kiss me. His mouth feels heavenly on my skin.

He keeps moving down, and when his teeth tug at my hard nipple beneath the fabric of my bra and dress, I let out a needy moan.

Renzo pulls away again, and I watch as he grabs a chair, the legs scraping on the floor, before he positions it in front of me.

He sits down on the chair, and when his hands settle on my knees, pushing them wider apart, I have a fleeting thought that I should put a stop to this.

His eyes burn on my face as he pushes my dress up, then he takes hold of my panties and tugs them down my legs.

“Hold onto the table, mia topolina,” he warns before he moves forward, and his face disappears between my thighs.

Oh God.

He spreads me with two fingers, and when his tongue swipes over my clit, I lie back while grabbing the sides of the table.

He begins to feast on me as if I’m all that stands between him and starvation.

Oh. My. God.

My hips swivel, and it has Renzo sucking my clit into oblivion, making an orgasm hit me out of left field. My back arches as whimpers spill over my lips and lights explode behind my eyelids from the intense pleasure seizing me.

My heart races wildly, and my breaths are nothing but quick bursts over my lips.

When my clit becomes sensitive, my body jerks, but Renzo doesn’t stop, and instead, he increases the potency he’s eating me out with.

“Crap,” I gasp. “Too sensitive.”

He pushes a finger inside me, and flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves, he forces another orgasm to crash through me.

“Oh God,” I cry, my body wound tight as the ecstasy hits hard.

Rising to his feet, he massages my pussy with his palm, a satisfied expression on his face. He leans over me, and wrapping his other hand around the back of my neck, he tugs me up from the table.

His mouth meets mine in a fierce kiss, and tasting my arousal on his lips feels downright sinful.

When the last of my pleasure ebbs away, his hand stills between my legs, and he ends the kiss. Opening my eyes, I’m face-to-face with Renzo, the green ring around his irises darker than ever.

“Just one taste,” he growls.

That was way more than just a taste.

“That’s all it took.” His expression turns grim as he pulls his hand from between my legs, then he says, “Careful, mia topolina, you’re making me fall in love with you.”

‘If you make me love you, there’s no fucking way I’ll let you go.’

Remembering his warning from earlier, my heartbeat speeds up again.

I can’t think of anything to say, and the moment he takes a step backward, I slip off the table and grab my panties from the floor. Rushing to the restroom, I close myself in one of the stalls, and quickly pull on my underwear.

The realization of what just happened pours like scalding lava through

me.

“Shit,” I whisper as I untie my hair and push my fingers through the

strands.

Why did I let it happen? Why didn’t I stop him?

My breathing speeds up and embarrassment fills my chest.

How the hell am I going to look at Renzo again? It’s not like I have feelings for him. Even though we shared a moment, he’s still my enemy.

He’s still the man who’s put me and Dad through hell.

Shit, I screwed up badly.

When the initial shock passes, I open the door and walk to the basin where I splash some water onto my face.

While I’m patting my skin dry with a paper towel, Renzo comes into the restroom. I look at every inch of the counter so I don’t have to meet his eyes.

“The staff are coming in soon, mia topolina. We should leave.”

My voice is filled with embarrassment as I reply, “I’ll be right out.”

Instead of leaving, he stalks to me, and taking hold of my chin, he forces me to look at him.

His features are cut from stone as he says, “Don’t you dare make this awkward. I made you come, and you loved it. Own it.”

Jesus.

My neck goes up in flames, and cursed just like every other ginger out there, I blush hard.

Suddenly, he lets out a chuckle. “You’re cute when you blush.” Pulling me against his chest, he places a hand behind my head. “Don’t make a big deal about it. Okay?”

The embrace feels different from the others. He holds me tenderly, his body not tense at all.

He lets go of me a moment later, only to take my hand and weave our fingers together. I’m pulled out of the restroom and toward the back of the restaurant.

We didn’t even eat the food I made, and we didn’t clear the table.

None of that matters! You let your kidnapper go down on you.

As we leave the building and walk to the Bentley, I refuse to think about how amazing the two orgasms were.

I don’t think about how his kisses drugged me.

And I definitely don’t inspect my emotions, fearing what I’ll find.

Renzo’s a brutal and unforgiving man. He’s my kidnapper and nothing more.