MAFIA'S WILD OBSESSION

CHAPTER 5: SWEET CONFESSIONS

ANGEL'S POV:

"Gorgeous, mio caro. I want to taste you."

My core throbbed at his words, and on instinct, I attempted to shut my thighs, partly to help release the pressure and partly to hide from him. However, Christian was faster and held my thighs apart, a silent warning in his cold eyes.

"Don't move an inch, and keep your eyes on me." His tone was stern.

I gulped down and nodded dutifully, a delicious shiver running up my spine. Maybe it was the excitement of being unraveled by this man. Or maybe it was the fact that I'd never done this before. Never had myself placed in a position like this with another man.

Sure, Carter and I used to make out all the time when he still lived in Las Vegas, but it never felt like this – never this intense, never this wild and dirty.

We both had boundaries. Or rather, he did. No s*x till marriage was the rule he'd set for us. And maybe some wanton part of me had always wanted it, I just never realized how much till this second.

Christian's gaze never drifted away from mine, not even while he spread my thighs apart and I sucked in a sharp breath. He seemed to enjoy watching me, being able to catch every emotion that crossed my face.

His hands trailed down my legs, leaving a wake of goosebumps down my skin. I gasped out, almost tempted to squeeze my eyes shut but his warning came to mind. I was frightened that if I disobeyed, he'd stop.

Next, he hooked my legs over his broad shoulders and for the first time, he looked away to graze his thumb over the fabric of my panties as he slowly drew them off my body and quickly tucked them away in his pocket.

Now, I was completely bare for him. Heat tortured my p***y. Every inch of me felt alive, craving his touch. He then spread my thighs apart even more, deeply engrossed in observing my dripping slit. His eyes heavy with desire.

More than ever, I wanted to hide from him.

His fingers traced their way down and he lightly swirled just one in circles over the moistness of my core. I whimpered, biting down on my lower lip and feeling the heat take over.

His eyes were back to mine. "So wet. So ready for me. You want it that bad, hmm?"

"I do," I cried out softly.

The man chuckled darkly, and pushed that one finger into me. His long finger barely filled me yet my toes curled and delicious tingles erupted from my p***y. It was so hot, and I moaned out an unrecognizable sound.

"I love the way you look with my finger inside you," he drawled out, his expression darkened.

I whimpered when he slid in another finger into my core, swirling around in a motion that made me suck in my lips. His pace was torturous. Christian took his goddamn time, almost driving me crazy with desperation, with need. But of course, the man was a tease. He knew he was in control and he loved it.

Slowly, he quickened his pace, stroking his fingers into a spot that made me cry out in pleasure and buck wildly beneath him. His thumb grazed over my clit, slippery from the wetness that coated my entrance.

The heat intensified in my stomach and I could feel myself tighten around his fingers, and all I wanted to do was thrust back against him. The pleasure came with pain but it was the kind I craved and the kind to have me addicted.

My thighs trembled.

"Look how beautifully you take it, Angel. What's your limit? Three fingers? Four?" He was leaned down over me now, tracing his lips against the lobe of my ear.

My eyes flew open at his words, panic setting in. "What?"

"Three then."

At my entrance, I could feel the length of his third finger attempt to slide in, and a burst of pain stole the breath from my lungs. My pulse raced at the thought of how far he might stretch my insides if he pushed too far.

"Christian, I have a confession!"

He paused, his fingers still buried deep in me. His hooded gaze found mine, and I ached to have him continue but this was going to be more important.

Irritation flitted across his face. "What is it now?"

I dragged in a deep breath, avoiding his gaze as my cheeks took on a deep shade of red.

"Well, um...you're gonna love this. Actually, I don't think you will. It's a bit of a problem, depending on the type of man you are-"

"Spit it out." He thrust his fingers in deeply and I gasped out, bucking beneath him.

"I'm a virgin!"

There was that pause again, followed by a tense silence. Christian backed up a bit, taking a proper look at me. My cheeks flamed at the intensity of his gaze, but aside that, his expression was devoid of any emotions.

"And?" He pulled up a brow.

Now, I really really wanted to disappear.

"And...just be gentle with me. Please."

His lips curled up slightly, and Christian let a soft chuckle. Was he laughing at me? Does he find my inexperience pathetic? Now, I frowned.

"Gentle." He said it like it was laughable. "Do you want me to sing you love songs while I f**k you senseless?" His tone was mocking, and I scowled lightly.

This jerk.

"Oh my god, you're really such an asshole."

Although the wicked glint never left his eyes, he said sternly, "You should watch your tongue, or I'd be putting it to better use."

A small smile of my own crawled up my lips, and I pushed myself down against his fingers still clenched within my p***y. Heat rushed up my spine.

"I don't mind," I whispered.

He smirked and just when I was about to relieve the ache in my core with another thrust down, he pulled his fingers out, leaving me feeling empty. I glowered.

"Open wide." His silver eyes were fixed on me, his tone giving no room to objections.

In a heartbeat, I obeyed him and I watched warily as he brought up his fingers that were once inside me. They glistened with the sleek juice that coated his fingers. Christian inserted those fingers into my mouth, and from the intensity in his gaze, I could read the silent command.

Suck on them.

My tongue moved on its own, swallowing down the saltiness that came from my juice on his fingers. Our gaze stayed locked on each other's, silver against blue, and it filled me with immense satisfaction to see the lust that tortured this man as he drank in my every move.

"Good girl," Christian cooed close to my ear. "And you don't have to be scared, mio caro. You're so f*****g beautiful, and it's distracting. I wouldn't want to break you yet."

Almost instantly, the car came to a halt.