Mr. Ruthless Mafia

4. Sesso

"Are you going to tell me what am I doing here?" Megan turned her face upwards and sneaked a look at him.

"To have dinner with me, isn't that obvious?"

Megan rolled her eyes at his vexatious reply. This man was starting to get on her nerves.

"I mean why am I having dinner with you?"

"To thank you for saving me." He said nonchalantly.

Something I shouldn't have. She thought as regret burned her.

"Well you sure have a way of saying thank you. You could have asked instead of throwing me over your shoulder and bring me here. Now I don't even know if I can go back myself."

"And what makes you think you're going back?" Xavier arched a fraction of his eyebrow and gazed down at her.

What?

She stopped breathing. Her mouth slowly dropped open as her wide eyes fixated on Xavier without blinking. Her gaze drifting between his eyes and lips. Even though she felt her hands quivering with fear, she could not disregard the lust she had for this man. He was breathtakingly beautiful yet devilish and dark.

Maybe just... one night with this man. I could do?

Her rebellious instinct kicked in. Her predominant father always had a way with her life. There was not a moment where she lived for herself. But tonight, she saw the man's eyes. He wanted her just like she did. The hunger in his eyes was unmistakable. If she was to give anyone her first night, she'd want him to be this man right here.

"I've been wanting to do this since that night in your hotel room." Xavier murmured, reading the darkening of desire in her eyes

"Do what?" She whispered hesitantly.

"This." And his lips came down to meet hers in a crushing kiss.

As he had tangled his fingers in the spill of her hair beneath the rising moon she had felt as though she had found her place in the world. In his kiss, she was home. The flutter inside her intensified. Megan's heart pounded in her chest as her knees got weaker.

Without breaking their kiss, he scooped her up in his arms like she weighted nothing and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her mouth devouring his. He was taking her somewhere but she could only focus on how soft he felt against her mouth, how addictively he invaded all her senses.

Xavier had carried her to a bedroom and gently laid her down on his bed. Her guess was his bedroom. His bedroom was vast. Big and intimidating as an ocean and Megan felt like a tiny little raft bobbing around in unknown territory. The kissing had become more frantic. She had felt the urgent clamour of her body and dimly recognised the growing need in his. And that was the moment he stopped kissing her and pulled away, his lips moved to her ears.

"If we don't stop this right now, cara mia, then I will take you right here. And there's no going back." He warned.

The sexual declaration had been stark, and it should have been scary, especially for someone like Megan who was still a virgin. But her heart had been hammering in her chest, her body was trembling with desire for him and her mind went berserk.

"Then take me." She provoked. She might regret it in the morning but she was going to take her chances.

Xavier gazed down at her and watched her eyes darkened with pure lust. The warm feeling of her breath, although destabilising, was inviting. And with that, he leaned down and met her lips, hungry and intense. Her whole body tingled as the feel of his frame leaning on hers engulfed her. By the time Megan became aware of her fingers, they had already slipped under his shirt, his skin smooth and radiating heat.

He seized her hand, causing her to whimper as he pulled away from the kiss, his dark eyes not leaving her. He wagged a finger at her and shook his head.

"In bed you follow my lead... cara mia."

"What-"

He claimed her mouth again. A moan escaped her as his hands cupped her breast over the soft material of her dress and then found the size-zip of her dress and slid it down. His lips grazing over hers in erotic dance all the while.

Unclipping her bra, he tossed it aside and then began to slide her panties down over her thighs, his fingertips whispering enticing little paths along the way, which made her gasp. And then he pulled off his clothes and removed his boxer shorts. He gave a shuddering sigh as he felt her nakedness next to his.

He gazed down at her, at the way her long, brunette hair lay spread out over his pillow like a silken cloud. At the curved, delicate body, its luscious breasts and rounded hips.

Like a goddess. My goddess. He mused while he admired her.

Softly, his mouth came down and covered hers. With a groan and a whispering of her name, he parted her legs and she could feel the rocky tip of him pushing against her molten heat.

"Xavier—"

"I'll be gentle tesoro." He breathed raggedly.

She gasped as he thrust inside her. She clutched to him tightly, bringing him into her deeper. Her warm breath on his neck as she bit out his name.

She's fucking perfect. Made just for me. Xane had thought as her molten tightness sent heated flares of desire ripping through him, devouring him with their intensity as he moved inside her.

Over and over again, he drew back from the brink until finally he heard her little cry of disbelief and felt her arch beneath him, gasping and beginning to spasm around him. With that, he allowed himself his own release. A release which went on and on.

Author's Note—
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