Mafia Rules (Mafia King #1)

11. EVE

11

EVE

I slept all night in his arms, waking up with my head on his chest and our legs intertwined. I open my eyes and glance up to see him still sleeping. I can't help but smile, knowing I outplayed him last night. I might not be as experienced as he is, but I had more stamina.

I slide my hand over his chest and down to his stomach, wanting to go even further. My fingertips linger on his smoothly shaved groin, inches from where they want to be. He is mine, at least for as long as we are in this bed.

"Do you like getting fucked in the morning?" he says, his voice still not fully awake.

"Who doesn't?" I move up, my head now resting on the soft pillow.

He smirks, turning so we are face-to-face, his hand stroking my cheek. "Oh, Eve…" He stops before sharing his thoughts.

"What?" I bring his hand to my lips and kiss his fingers, remembering how good he is with them.

He takes a deep breath in and lets out a sigh, shutting down before revealing what he's thinking. Instead, he slips out of bed, and I marvel at his physique.

"Where are you going?" I pull the blanket to my chest, the feeling of him being mine retreating along with him.

"Breakfast." He pulls on some gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt before leaving the room.

I flop my head back on the pillow. How can he just leave like that? After last night. It had to have meant something to him. He was so gentle and easy to be with. I hear the soft buzz of a phone. I glance over at his nightstand and see his phone lit up. I practically fly over the bed to reach it before it stops.

I flip it over and see the name Sasha, but the screen goes blank. A second later, a text comes through with a heart emoji and says, "See you soon."

I place the phone back on his nightstand and lie back in my spot. Who the fuck is Sasha? Of course, he had other women. How quickly and naively did I forget. I met him when he was fucking one, for Christ’s sake. He's not going to change that for me. I'd never be enough for a man like Ash.

"You okay?" Ash is standing by the door with a brown bag in his hand.

"Just tired." I grip the blanket, feeling stupid for falling for his charm. "I think your phone rang."

He hands me the bag. "Everything bagel with egg and cheese." He kisses me on the forehead. I smile, impressed he noted my breakfast at work yesterday.

He picks up his phone, his expression not giving anything away.

"Anything important?" I bite my lower lip.

"Just work." He slips the phone in his pocket. "You wanna shower first?"

"You go. You probably need to get out of here."

His gaze moves from my face to my body under his white blanket with a look of hunger. And that boyish facade comes back. He grabs my feet from the blanket and pulls my body down to him. I let out a yelp, then laugh when he smiles.

"We could kill two birds with one stone, Ms. Stone." He pulls the blanket off my body. "I'll do all the work." I feel the soft brush of his lips against my cheek, leaving a lingering tingle in my lower body.

I wrap my arms around his neck in response. He moves my legs apart, then bends down to pick me up. My legs entangle around his waist, and I feel his hardness through his pants.

He walks us to his bathroom, setting me down on the heated floor. He turns on the shower heads to his massive walk-in shower.

I gulp, thinking only about how many other women he has showered with here.

He pulls his shirt off, revealing those damn tattoos. His muscles flex as he pulls down his sweatpants until he's completely naked.

I take in his beauty in the light. He stands with his arms to his sides, allowing me unfettered access. Then his hand reaches out to mine, but I can't move toward him; instead, my hands wrap around my body. Afraid of what he would think of me in this light. I wasn't perfect like that blonde and most likely not like Sasha—who he just lied to me about. Oh the fucking red flags.

"Tell me what's wrong." He pulls me into his arms and rubs my back.

"I…" I wasn't good at lying, but I couldn't tell him I saw his phone and wanted to know who Sasha was.

"Tell me, beautiful." He kisses my forehead again, and then his wet lips trail down my face. "There's nothing you can't say to me."

I keep my eyes on his chest and offer a weak smile. My stomach is feeling ill. I wanted to run out of this room, out of his place. What right did I have being here? With him?

"Hey." He lifts my chin so I'm forced to look into his eyes. "Did I hurt you last night?" Concern furrows his brow, causing his eyebrows to droop. "You never have to do anything you don't want to." His hands cup my face.

I pull his hands from me. "Nothing is wrong."

"Too quick?" His eyes narrow, intensifying his gaze as he attempts to gauge my genuine feelings.

"No. I had fun last night." I glance at the shower, the steam fogging up the glass. "We should shower. You're wasting water." Did I just say that?

"Fuck the water, Eve. I need to make sure you're okay." He stands behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist, bringing me against his body. "What did I do?"

"I’ve just never had a one-night stand,” I say quickly, hold my breath, and close my eyes as his arms fall from around me.

“Step in,” he demands.

I obey, and he’s in front of me now, his hair wet from the shower's steam.

“You could never be a one-night to me, Eve.” He gently brings my hands to his mouth and presses a soft kiss on the back of each one.

I open my mouth to speak because I feel like I should say something right now, but my brain stops working. What was he saying?

“I know I have a reputation, and when I first saw you… well… But I have had monogamous relationships.”

I nod, unsure if I believe him. He was built like a god, had the swagger of an old movie star, and had the looks to boot. Was he saying he only wants me? My mind is clouded with confusion, preventing me from stringing together coherent sentences.

I step past him into the shower water, waving my hand for him to join. His face softens, and he smiles as he joins me. His lips crash down on mine, his hands running down my back until they reach my ass, each hand cupping a cheek, pulling me close to his hard cock.

My hands take advantage of this time and caress the hardness of his body. His kisses intensify just as his hand lowers to my pussy. He rubs my clit at a slow, steady pace. My legs quiver and I let out a loud gasp, bringing a broad smile to his face.

“I fucking love how your pussy feels,” he whispers in my ear, his other hand grabbing my breast and rubbing my nipple between his thumb and finger. I push his head down, and he takes the hint quickly. His mouth sucks on my nipple while he rubs the other one with his hand. He stays like that for a few seconds, then stands up, his face filled with a mischievous grin.

His hands drift down to my waist, and he gently turns me around. One arm wraps around my boobs, playing with a nipple, while the other quickly and confidently rubs my clit.

My moans can’t be silenced. His rhythm and intensity make me feel ready to come again.

His lower hand gently tilts me forward, and he lowers his body, the tip of his hard cock teasing the opening of my pussy. I was in no mood to be teased. I move my pelvis back and take all of him in. He lets out a slow moan, maybe surprised I took control.

“How do you want it?” he pants.

“Hard.” I place both hands on the shower wall and wait for him to give me what I want. He doesn’t disappoint. He thrusts into me fast and hard, making it difficult not to slip on the wet tile. He moved his arm to just under my boobs to get a good grip on me, his other hand still working my clit, his cock pounding the fuck out of my pussy.

My moans escalate each time he pulls back, waiting for him to return with more force. My legs shake, and I know I’m close. Oh God, please keep going till I come…

I feel myself let go, just as he does. I fall forward against the wall for support, my lungs gasping for as much air as they can get. His head rests on my shoulder, his arms wrapping around me, holding on.

“That pussy is only mine,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you, Eve?”

Holy fuck! I turn my head to him. “Yes, sir.”