When He Desires: A Dark Mafia Romance (Fallen God Book 1)
When He Desires: Chapter 29

There were a few more things on my list, but one look at Rowan kneeling before me, and it’s over.

Whatever resistance I had rips to shreds.

I surrender to the need that’s been building inside me all evening, and God, it feels good. Like the first bite of a rich chocolate cake. Or a sinful afternoon nap in the middle of a busy day.

People say willpower is a limited resource, and I’ve officially reached my limit for tonight. I know I might regret it later, but right now, I just don’t care.

Rowan lifts the skirt of my dress with one hand, bunching the fabric in front of my belly, and swipes his knuckles over the cotton covering my pussy.

The touch is featherlight, but it still sends an electric jolt through me. My lips part on a harsh inhale. We didn’t bother turning on the lights when we stumbled into the house, and the foyer is dark. When one sense is dulled, the others are heightened, which must be why every single one of my nerve endings feels like it’s on high alert.

“Open your legs,” Rowan murmurs, an irresistible command that I follow without question.

He drags his knuckles over me again and again, on one side of me, then the other, then right over my seam.

I’m mesmerized. Snared. When he finally slips two fingers inside my panties and probes my entrance, I make an undignified needy sound because I want nothing more than for him to shove those fingers deep inside of me.

“So wet for me,” he murmurs. “God, I can’t wait to taste you.”

My arousal tangles with a thread of anxiousness as he shoves my panties aside and presses his lips to my sopping entrance.

He groans with satisfaction. The sound is so raw, so tangible, that for a moment, I forget that I’ve rarely been able to come this way. He tastes me with long, thorough licks, and my panties stretch tighter and tighter around his fist until I hear the fabric rip.

“Oh God,” I moan as he chucks the scrap of cotton to the ground and slides two fingers inside me.

Finally.

My inner muscles contract around him. He sucks on my clit while he curls his fingers in a come-hither motion, rubbing something inside, something unknown, something that makes my pussy flood.

Heat consumes my body. I’ve been placed in an inferno. I want this dress off, I want my bra off, I want everything off, and I want to come, goddamn it.

I want it so bad.

My hips rock back and forth, searching for a release that’s just out of reach.

Frustration rears its ugly head. With Brett, it so rarely worked that he stopped trying. I knew I needed him to go for longer, but I wasn’t good at asking because of my unwillingness to ever be an inconvenience.

Shame prickles over my cheeks.

Rowan’s mouth on me disappears. “Baby? Why’d you go so still?”

My gaze drops to his perfect face. Even in the dark, I can see how his beard glistens from me. “I don’t think I’ll be able to finish like this,” I whisper.

He arches a quizzical brow, giving my nub a light pinch that threatens to buckle my knees. “I’m just getting started.”

My heart ping-pongs against my ribs. “It…might take a while.”

I can barely see his smile, but I can hear it when he says, “Perfect. I don’t like to rush my meals.”

Oh.

“Carry on then,” I choke out when he tugs on my clit again.

He gets back to it with a low chuckle, pressing his face at the apex of my thighs and lapping at me with his tongue.

He’s good at this. So good that I have to dig my nails into the door to stop myself from crumbling to the floor. When my legs tremble so badly the hard surface at my back isn’t enough to support me, I drop my palms onto his solid shoulders and hold on for dear life.

I feel like I’m about to explode.

So, so, so close— There.

My orgasm sweeps through me like a hard wave. I surrender to it just like I’ve surrendered to him.

It’s glorious. Magnificent. The best thing I’ve ever felt.

Moans flood from my mouth, loud and unrestrained because I’m too damn fucked up to care. I slide down the wall, still holding his shoulders with my remaining strength to soften my landing, but my ass never hits the floor.

The next thing I know, he has my trembling body in his arms, my inconvenient dress still wrapped around me, and he’s carrying me deeper into the house.

My breath leaves my lungs as he drops me onto the bed. Suddenly, the feel of the fabric sticking to me is unbearable. Why did I wear this tight, long-sleeved monstrosity? What kind of a lunatic am I?

I go up onto my knees and wrestle with the long skirt. “Can you help me get this off?”

Rowan flicks on the small bedside lamp, flooding the room with dim light. Together, we pull the dress over my head. The bra—my other enemy—comes off next. I groan with relief at having cool air brush against my skin.

This is much better.

When I raise my gaze to Rowan, I replace him still standing by the side of the bed. He’s staring at me with a look that makes my pussy clench.

It’s dark, ravenous, possessive.

It takes me a moment to realize this is the first time I’ve been naked in front of him. Shockingly, there are no self-conscious whispers in the back of my head.

How can there be when his gaze alone makes me feel like something precious?

He reaches out and caresses my face, dragging his thumb over my cheeks, my jaw, my bottom lip. “You’re so fucking pretty, Sunshine. Pretty all over.” He traces the sides of my breasts with his knuckles, teasing me, tormenting me. I want his mouth on me, his teeth on my nipples. Instead, he cups both of my cheeks with his hands and claims my lips in a hungry kiss.

When we break apart, I’m done playing. I want him inside of me.

“Clothes, off,” I beg. How is he still fully dressed while I’m completely naked?

He shrugs off his blazer and makes quick work of the buttons of his dress shirt before taking that off too.

My pulse hammers in my ears at the sight of all that tanned skin. His body is pure, lethal power.

My gaze slides over the tattoos that cover his chest and arms. From over here, I can just barely make out the scars smattered all over his torso.

He’s got a lot of them. What happened?

His hands drop to unbuckle his belt. He pulls it through the loops with a soft hiss and tosses it onto the ground.

The movement shouldn’t be erotic. It shouldn’t make my skin heat. It most definitely shouldn’t make me even wetter than I already am, yet here we are.

I swallow, unable to take my eyes off his body. He pushes his jeans and his boxer briefs down his legs in one fell swoop.

Oh fuck.

My gaze latches onto his hard length, and for a moment, I’m genuinely unsure what I’m supposed to do with that, but my cunt seems to have its own agenda, because it floods eagerly, sending wetness trickling down my thighs.

Rowan prowls toward me in all his naked glory, and I fall backward on the bed, my heart in my throat. He climbs over me, bringing his face to hover above mine, and grins. “You look worried.”

“Very.” I press my palms against his bare chest. “Can I just get another look at that?”

With a deep chuckle, he rolls over, taking me with him. I end up straddling his thighs while he folds his arm under his head like a pillow and watches me watching him.

My gaze drops lower. And lower. And…fuck.

I look down at myself. “How the hell is that going to fit?”

“Baby, we’ll make it fit.”

Tentatively, I drag my fingertips from the base to the head of his cock.

He twitches and lets out a hiss.

I do it again, mystified, terrified, and oh so turned on. My pussy clenches, begging to be filled, but there’s something else I want to try first.

I slide down his thighs and bend until my mouth is lined up with his cock.

Rowan stops breathing.

Slowly, I take him into my mouth. I get a few inches past the head, but I have to handle the rest with my hands. There’s so much of him, and it takes me a few moments to replace the right pace.

He groans. “Fuck me.”

I swirl my tongue around his tip before taking him back into my mouth, trying to go deeper.

A hand appears in my hair, guiding me. “God, you’re such a good girl,” he murmurs. “Taking me so well with that mouth.”

His praise makes my heart beat faster.

He coils my hair around his fist and pulls me off him. “Come up here. I want to drown in your pussy while you’re sucking on my cock.”

We maneuver my body until my cunt is hovering above his face, and then he tugs me right down, like he really does want to drown in me.

His next groan vibrates right against my clit, and it makes me whimper.

We go at each other, his tongue deep inside me, his cock sliding in and out of my throat.

The only time he takes a break is to tell me, “You taste so fucking good, I could live off this cunt, Sunshine,” and that one sentence does things to me.

I take him deeper. My eyes water, saliva drools out of my mouth, my makeup is likely ruined. I’m not really breathing, just panting around him, and I’m so turned on, I feel crazed.

When my pussy starts clenching, he pulls me off him, making to sit upright on his face, and cups my breasts with both of his hands, squeezing them hard. I plant my hands on his hard abs and grind against his face, riding my orgasm. I’ve never done this before, never been devoured like this, never taken my pleasure like it’s owed to me, and God, it’s magnificent.

Rowan drinks from me until the spasms inside me weaken, and then he rolls me off him and gets off the bed.

I’m about to protest when I realize he’s grabbing a condom from the nightstand drawer. His gaze spears mine as he rips open the plastic foil. “I can’t fucking wait to be inside of you,” he says in a hoarse voice. “You’re so ready, baby. Look at the mess you’re making on the bed.”

I don’t need to look down to know he’s right. Even after coming twice, everything down there tingles with anticipation.

A shiver of pleasure rolls down my spine as he grabs me by my ankles and tugs me to the edge of the bed. He positions himself between my thighs, his hands gripping my hips.

I make a strangled noise as he sinks into me with one smooth thrust. When he pulls out and sinks back into me again, my eyes roll to the back of my head. I’ve never felt so stretched, so full, so right.

A warm hand cups my cheek. “I want you to look at me while I fuck you. I want you to see exactly how crazy you make me.”

My eyes stayed glued to his as he fucks me slowly at first, then fast and hard, and that’s dangerous, because I can see how much he’s enjoying this, and it makes me feel all kinds of wild.

This isn’t how it ever was with Brett. This isn’t how I imagined it could ever be.

A burst of confidence rushes through me, and I replace my voice. “You feel so good.”

His eyes flash with satisfaction. “Oh yeah?” He reaches between us, his thumb replaceing my clit. “And your pussy feels like heaven wrapped around me.”

He leans forward, anchoring his palms on each side of my head, and starts going faster. His mouth replaces my breast, his teeth tugging on the hard bud of one nipple before moving on to the other.

I slide my nails down his back, pulling him closer. I don’t know how he’s doing this, but I’m about to come again, and he’s been holding back this whole time. I whimper when he changes the angle of his thrusts to just the right spot.

“Please,” I beg, not knowing what it is I’m begging for. “Please.”

“Fuck,” he groans, his movement growing frantic. His eyes squeeze shut, and just as everything inside me breaks, he moans with his release.

I clutch him, my legs wrapped around his waist, my fingers digging into his biceps. All my coherent thoughts scatter to the edges of the universe. There’s nothing but the roar of my blood in my ears, and the hard buzz of my climax in every inch of my body.

He collapses on top of me, keeping his weight on his forearms. His forehead is pressed against mine as he makes a few more shallow thrusts. “God, Sunshine. You’re going to get me addicted to this,” he says in a raw voice.

My heart pounds, and at the back of my mind, something starts to flicker in warning, but I’m still too incoherent to make out exactly what it is.

He pulls out of me and goes to the bathroom to get rid of the condom.

I stare at the ceiling, slowly becoming aware of the mess between my legs. “I should go get cleaned up,” I mumble weakly once Rowan comes back to bed.

My legs feel like jelly as I stand up. I take a moment to orient myself, noticing the clothes scattered all over the floor. In my current state, there’s a high chance I’m going to trip on something, so I bend down and pick up my dress and Rowan’s jeans.

Something clatters loudly against the ground.

“What’s this?” I ask, picking up the two silver objects that must have fallen out of his pocket.

Rowan quickly sits up in bed. “Let me see.”

It takes me a moment to realize they’re cufflinks—silver with two black diagonal stripes.

“I’ve never seen you wear these.” I turn the cufflinks over in my palm. There’s something engraved on the inside part. “NDL,” I read aloud. “What does that stand for?” The letters are slightly faded but still visible. Could be the brand that made them, but the letters don’t look like they were stamped at a factory. It’s almost like the letters were etched by hand.

I toss them in my hand. For such little things, they’re heavy.

“I have no idea,” Rowan says.

I look back up at him and catch a strange expression on his face, but then it’s gone. He smiles at me and opens his hand. The second I give the cufflinks back to him, he tosses them into the nightstand drawer by the bed, slams it shut, and gives me a shrug. “I got them for cheap at a secondhand store. They belonged to someone else.”

“They look expensive. That’s a good replace.” My voice trails off as he climbs off the bed and prowls toward me, his cock already swelling once again.

He backs me against a wall and presses his lips to my neck. “Let’s save the cleanup for when we’re done here.”

“We’re not done?”

He grins. ”Not even close.”