Indebted to the Mafia King
At Last

Chloe

When Tony's fingers brush against my sensitive, swollen clit, I whine, squirming under him. He hisses immediately, feeling my wetness soaking his fingertips, and his other hand, which is still on my breast, squeezes it involuntarily.

"Shit, you're so wet, Chloe," he murmurs, lowering himself on me once more.

Then his hand pulls my cleavage down, finally releasing my breasts. My brain threatens to explode when Tony grabs one nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking at it while his other hand plays with me down there. I am overwhelmed with sensations, unsure of what to do with my hands and myself.

"Tony," I cry again.

I want him to finish me soon, but I also want him to take as long as possible. He makes me feel so good, and we have barely even started. The one and only time we slept together, I was drunk. And even though I still dream about that moment to this day, it isn't as clear to me as I wish it was.

I can't believe I'm getting to experience it again.

He doesn't seem to be concerned about my pleading, because he is too focused on making me come undone with his fingers and mouth. His tongue is savoring my breasts, gently biting at my aroused nipples, while his fingers circle my clit, making me bounce my hips up and down, riding his fingers, desperate for some more pressure.

"What do you say we take this dress off? It's getting in the way," he suggests with a grin, pulling away from me.

"I definitely agree," I reply under my breath, already sitting up to help him remove my dress.

He pulls it over my head and as soon as I'm free of the extra layer, I watch Tony taking me hungrily in only my panties. His eyes stay on my breasts long enough until I point at his torso, my brows raised. "Aren't you the one overdressed now?" I tease, smirking at him.

His shirt is on the floor before I can even finish my sentence. Then he lowers me back on the couch, his hands guiding my knees up and spreading my legs as he reaches for the hem of my underwear.

"What are you doing?" I ask, biting my lower lip provocatively.

I know damn well what he is about to do, and I can't wait for it.

"Making sure you regret ever lying to me," he tells me in a warning, but also sensual tone.

My jaw drops with his audacity, but when he slides my panties down my legs and tosses them away, lowering his head between my legs, I have to bite my lip as hard as I can so I don't wake Ellie up. Tony laps at me as if I'm the most delicious delicacy in the world. He drinks me in, sucking and licking at my sensitive spots, and my eyes roll to the back of my head as I try to control myself. "Tony, I will..." I trail off, unable to finish my sentence before that familiar wave of electrical shock courses through my entire being. "Shit!"

He doesn't stop working his magic while I ride my orgasm, my core spasming with pleasure.

Then he straightens up, pulling back to look down at me. I am panting and sweating, my legs shaking and my core still tightened.

"That wasn't fair," I tell him, not sounding the slightest mad at him for making me come so quickly. However, I do hope he continues. I am not ready to go to bed yet. Not until he claims me completely. "I told you I'd make you regret it," he jokes, his lips curling up in a smirk.

I look him up and down, noticing the bulge in his pants. Good, he doesn't seem ready to stop, and I hope he doesn't mean he's making me pay by keeping me wanting more. If making me regret it means he will leave me hanging, desperate for more of him, I am doomed.

"Are these staying on?" I ask, gesturing to his pants. I lick my lower lip, hoping that will be enough for him to grant me my wish.

"I don't know. You tell me," he says, not moving an inch.

I reach for his belt, unbuckling it while looking at him, not daring to break eye contact. My hand brushes over his erection, and that's when he winces, forcing a smile out of me. I pull his pants down and stroke him over his boxers, causing him to squirm under my touch. I massage him, and his hand darts to my hair, yanking my head back, forcing me to look up.

"I hope you know what you're doing. I won't be able to stop," he warns me, struggling to restrain himself. But then I pull his boxers down, setting him free, and I don't need to say anything else before he pushes me back on the couch. Tony gets to his feet quick enough to step out of his pants and boxers, and returns to his initial position between my legs. He studies me once more, watching me as if I'm the rarest, most beautiful jewel in the world.

"I can't believe I get to have you again," he murmurs, mesmerized. It makes me feel so beautiful, desired, like all women should feel when they are about to give themselves completely to someone they care about.

I want to say I have always been his, but I don't. I am not ready for that next step. I don't want to overthink this moment, so I shove those thoughts away, focusing on here and now.

"What are you waiting for then?" I ask instead, encouraging him to take me. "I am all yours now."

I spread my legs slightly, giving him more space. The tip of his member brushes at my still sensitive parts and I swallow down. God, this man is my doom. I am sure of it.

The fire in his eyes is so intense that I force myself to hold his gaze. Then, without a warning, he slides himself inside me, making me choke on a groan. I had forgotten how thick and big he is. But he fits me perfectly, like no one else ever did. It's like we were made for each other.

Tony hisses again, closing his eyes and hiding his face on the nape of my neck while he starts thrusting at me slowly. "Fuck, you're so perfect," he murmurs against my skin, causing shivers to run through my spine, down to my core. We move in sync, my hips meeting his as he speeds up. I hold onto his shoulders, grasping for some control, but it's pointless. Especially when I'm about to have another orgasm in less than five minutes.

"You're so beautiful, Chloe," he continues, and I close my eyes, only feeling the sensations he is causing me.

This is purely sexual, passionate longing, but my heart seems about to explode with the countless emotions he is evoking in me. I never thought this would happen again. But now here I am, sharing the most intimate moment with Tony. And even though I'm not supposed to overthink it, I can't shake the feeling that it seems to be much more than just sex-for the both of us.

I don't want to give myself false hopes, but when Tony stares into my eyes as we both come together, there is no way I am imagining the way his eyes sparkle with a different intensity.

It's something I can't explain; I can only feel.

I might be wrong, but right now, I don't care. I choose to believe in my imagination. Because I don't think I have ever felt happier and more fulfilled in my life before. For a brief moment, it feels like I can finally have all I ever wanted-Tony and Ellie.

For a brief moment, it feels like Tony actually loves me.

After we finish, Tony doesn't move from above me. We are both panting heavily, composing ourselves, and I remain quiet, not wanting to break this dreamy moment. I don't want to go back to being weird with each other. I don't want to go back to being his fake wife.

Then he stares into my eyes again, his fingers gently caressing my cheek, observing me with a slight frown in his brows.

"What?" I ask softly.

He shakes his head almost imperceptibly. "Nothing. I was just wondering if you wanted to sleep in my bed tonight. I am not ready to let you go yet."

My heart starts beating rapidly again with his offer.

I'm glad he said that because it's exactly how I'm feeling.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," he adds, misinterpreting my hesitation.

"No, I want to," I tell him firmly, holding his gaze. "I'd love to, actually."