Bound to the Crime Lord (Dark Mafia Tales #2)

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

Juliette POV

I pushed the door to the penthouse open and my muscles screamed from the action. I had just come off an 18-hour shift and my brain and body were tired. I loved my job, but it was taxing on the mind and heart. Thankfully, I hadn’t lost anyone while on call, but I did have to treat a severe burn wound patient who was only 2 years old.

Thinking about that little girl’s screaming and writhing in pain still sent chills down my spine. I hated seeing anyone in pain, but children were a very big sore spot for me.

I walked into the apartment and headed straight for the kitchen. I had bought a slice of chocolate cake from the little Parisian patisserie three blocks away. It was the one thing I had been looking forward to all— No. Fucking. Way.

I stood in the archway of the kitchen in complete and utter astonishment. Standing behind the marble counter was a shirtless Manuel. But he wasn’t just standing, no… The asshole was eating my slice of cake.

“ Bonsoir, amor .” He stuffed a forkful of cake into his mouth. “How was work?”

I threw my bag onto the floor and stormed over to where he stood. I grabbed the fork from his hand and pointed it right at him.

The man had the nerve to smile. “Someone is a little testy tonight.”

“That was my cake, you asshole!”

His eyes moved from the fork down to the cake on the counter and then up to meet my gaze. He repeated that motion a few times before his smile widened.

“Oh, my mistake.” He grabbed the fork from my hand and went to take another piece of cake. I reached for the fork again, but this time he grabbed my wrist and pulled me flush against his chest. “How does the saying go again? Sharing is caring?”

I let out a low breath of hot hair that fanned his bare chest. The heat of his body rolled off of him in waves, hitting the surface of my skin gently. I could feel the steady beating of his heart against my breasts. His tattoo sleeve was on full display. I had only ever seen the first half when he had his sleeves rolled up.

The design was intricate and beautiful. I never quite cared for tattoos, but on his body, they were magnificent. Everything about this man was sweet temptation.

Fuck me, I want him . It was the first time I was openly admitting it to myself. I wanted him the way a starved man wanted food. But I knew that one bite of him would mean catastrophe for my life.

“See something you like, amor ?” He dipped his head low and traced the tip of his nose against my jawline. He breathed hot air against my skin, awakening a side of me that I would have far rather preferred still laid dormant.

I blinked, trying to will the strength and repulsion to come to me again.

Manuel withdrew from my neck to stare into my eyes. The brown in his eyes was like a dark, smooth whiskey. I could clearly make out the lust and the desire that swam in his pupils.

Oh…

The thoughts I was having of this man were anything but clean. I shook my head trying to get those heinous things out of my mind.

I lifted my chin. “I see something very ugly right now.”

Mature.

“Why must you lie to yourself, amor ?” he breathed. “I bet if I were to put my hand inside your scrubs, I’d find you soaked for me.”

“More like bone dry.”

Something sparked in his eyes at my words. “Care to prove me wrong?”

He released his hand from my wrist and placed it on my hips. The skin underneath his touch heated from the contact even though he wasn’t touching me directly. Jolts of electricity surged throughout my entire system, sending everything into overdrive.

He inched his hand over my waistband, his skin finally making contact with me. I jumped from him like he had burned me with fire.

“Don't touch me, Manuel.”

He held up his hands in mock surrender. “Forgive me, amor .”

“Apology not accepted. You ate my cake.” I looked at the almost gone chocolate cake. “I had been looking forward to that all day.”

“Next time, you should label your food. How was I supposed to know that it was a special-occasion cake?”

“It would have simply been polite to just ask, first.”

He raised his eyebrows. “In what world would polite ever be used when it came to me, amor ?”

He was right, but still, it was the principle of things.

“Just don’t take my stuff anymore, Manuel. I was looking forward to eating that.”

“And I’m looking forward to eating you.”

The words poured out of his mouth with such ease that they threw me for a loop.

“ Excuse me? ”

“You heard me, amor . Let’s not pretend like you aren’t giving me ‘fuck me’ eyes. Had it not been for the fact that I have a meeting to attend to in the next two hours, I would have fucked you right here in this kitchen.”

I blushed. “And what makes you think I would ever let you fuck me?”

Something dangerous flashed in his gaze. “You will be begging for my cock soon enough. Just reach into your pants and see if I’m right or not.”

With that, he breezed past me, leaving me standing in the middle of the kitchen alone. I stood there for a few seconds, or maybe it had been minutes, before I finally decided to move.

“The nerve!” I snapped. “ Me ? Fuck him ? Never !”

He got under my skin so easily, which was incredibly unsettling. But what irritated me even more was that there was a part of me that knew his words were true.

I stormed out of the kitchen and headed for my room feeling hot and bothered, but most of all, mad. He had purposely aroused me, and now I had a lot of pent-up frustrations and no way to release them, unless…

I laid down on my bed and got comfortable. It had been a while since I had last made use of my fingers.

I closed my eyes and willed the thoughts of that man out of my head. Why did he have to be so damned… him . It would be easier to hate him if I wasn’t so turned on by everything he did.

Those whiskey eyes of his… my God .

I reached my hand beyond my waist and found my already soaked pussy. I moved my fingers up and down, building friction. I circled around my clit, adding pressure with each movement.

I arched my back away from the mattress, my legs closed in on my hand.

Whiskey-colored eyes filled my mind as I continued to massage the sensitive skin of my clit. My body heated while I awakened the hunger that had been lying within the darkness. I pushed myself closer to the edge, willing the desire that I so deeply craved to quell.

My mind sifted through images, trying to land on one that would aid in my longing. Rough hands moved up the side of my body, their callous touch setting my skin on fire. Little tiny prickles of electricity kissed my skin.

I plunged my middle finger into my pussy while I pressed my thumb on my clit.

“ Ah! ” I moaned into the empty room. “Fuck.”

I took myself closer and closer to the edge. The fire spread from my core all the way throughout my body. I tried to chase that euphoric feeling, but every time I drew close, it escaped my grasp.

I added a second finger, the pressure creating sweet and utter bliss. There was nothing quite like the feeling.

I pumped in and out of my pussy, building the rhythm slowly.

I pictured his lips kissing the sensitive skin of my lips. His hands would move along the length of my body, drawing me in closer to his front. At the moment of contact, he would spread my legs apart and align himself at my front.

I increased my rhythm, pumping harder into my pussy.

He moved the tip of his hard cock up and down my slickness. He kneaded the soft tissue of my breast in his large hand as he continued to tease me.

I added a third finger, making my toes curl.

My God, that felt good.

I would look into those whiskey rivers of his, and with one fluid motion, he would push into me and hit the very end of my walls.

“ Manuel !”

I found my release, my orgasm tearing through my body violently. My back arched off the mattress, and my entire body jerked as I rode out the intensity of the wave that had just hit me.

When the cloud had faded and the lust-induced thoughts had quietened, reality finally found its way to my brain.

“No…” I whispered into the dark room. “I said his name. I was meant to be forgetting this man, not using him to get off.”

I was horrified at my actions. The goal was to detach myself further from this man, but instead, here I was fucking myself while thinking of him.

I withdrew my hand and just laid on my bed, completely and utterly appalled. Why did it have to be him?

You will be begging for my cock soon enough, amor.

He had a lot of nerve to say that to me. But my actions of only a few minutes ago had proved that Manuel Gomez was a far greater danger to me than I had realized. It was one thing to find him hot, but another completely to think of him while getting myself off.

I needed to tread lightly and with far greater caution if I wanted to win this game we were playing.