Wrong Number. Right Don. (Sinful Mafia Daddies, #3)

by Natasha L. Black

His fingers brush lightly against the lace of my panties, teasing, then groping. A sharp pulse of heat shoots through me, making my legs weak. His mouth crashes onto mine again, hungry and demanding. His tongue sweeps in, taking exactly what it wants. His kiss is rough and possessive, like he’s staking a claim. I would never dare admit it, but with what he’s doing with just his mouth alone… I would definitely let him call me his. I moan into his mouth, my hands gripping his shirt, but before I can take control, he grabs my wrists and slams them above my head, pinning me there with one hand. He yanks up my dress completely, his fingers sliding underneath the lace of my panties until I can feel the warmth of his fingers sliding deep inside of me. I nearly collapse, held up only by his hand. His chuckle is pure sin. “Already soaked for me,” he murmurs, his tone full of dark amusement. I suck in a breath, grinding against his hand. “I wasn’t the only one doing the teasing,” I somehow manage, trying not to give away how utterly needy I feel.