Mafia Kings: Valentino: Dark Mafia Romance Series #6 by Olivia Thorn

Mafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 12

We must have kissed for an entire minute when he pulled away from me and said, “Now you know why I told you to remember my name.”

I laughed, partly in embarrassment at how many times I must have cried out Valentino!

He frowned like he was turned on. “Oh fuck – I can feel your pussy gripping my cock when you laugh like that…”

“Oh my god…” I murmured, my voice husky.

I wanted to fuck him again, I was so turned on.

Apparently he was, too, because his eyes got all sexy, and he leaned forward to kiss me.

I leaned forward, too –

Not to kiss him in a romantic way, but a Fuck me RIGHT NOW! kind of way.

Right as our lips were about to meet, there was a creaking noise outside the pantry.

“Oh FUCK,” I whispered in absolute terror.

We froze and waited in silence –

But nothing came.

No footsteps, no human sounds, nothing.

Valentino laughed. “It’s an old house. It makes sounds all the time. Don’t worry, nobody’s up yet.”

But fear had thrown cold water all over me. “Yeah, but they’re gonna be! I gotta get dressed!”

He chuckled, lifted me off his still-hard cock, and set me down gently on the floor.

Once he was out of me and I was standing, I felt his cum trickling down the inside of my thigh –

And I wanted to fuck him again.

Even though my pussy was sore from his size, and all the muscles in my belly had gotten the workout of my life from all those orgasms –

I wanted to fuck him again. For HOURS.

I looked down longingly at his wet, shining cock and wished we could keep going.

“Here,” he whispered, bending to the floor. He picked up his shirt and handed it to me. “Use this to clean up.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, shocked.

It was an odd bit of chivalry – but it was still chivalrous all the same.

“Of course.”

I used his shirt to mop between my legs.

It was a good thing I did, because there was a lot to clean up.

He shoved his cock back into his pants and buckled up. I was actually sad to see that gorgeous thing disappear from sight.

I stepped back into my sopping-wet thong and remembered my blouse no longer had most of its buttons on it.

“I’ve got to go back to

about that,” Valentino

– it was fucking hot,”

kissed me back twice as hard, then pulled away and tilted his head

“You ready?”

I nodded nervously…

he opened

We peeked out.

nobody in the

– me holding my blouse closed with one hand, him standing there half-naked with his wet shirt balled

the part where it was going

said, This was fun, but

stuttered and stumbled and said something like,

I hated that.

– by a country mile – with the hottest guy I’d ever been with, and it was probably going to be the last time,

But…

things must come to an

“Well…” I started –

me by

my blouse and cup my left

was ready

So ready.

pulled back, gave me that million-dollar smile, and winked. “Till

walked out of the kitchen,

there for about fifteen seconds, not

the clock

6:12.

SHIT!

as quietly as I could in the darkness all the way across the mansion to the

put on a bra and a new

6:21.

would be showing up

Fuck!

around for signs of what had happened

realized there were buttons all over the floor of the

and picked up

were big dollops of

mine – probably

got paper towels, and

I sniffed the

smelled like somebody had had sex in

and

one after the other, hoping to

my

hand walked in

the air, then turned to me. “Did you light

blushing hard at saying something so

he groaned, then glared at the smaller-than-usual pile of chopped onions in front of me. “What did you do, spend half the morning in the

go faster,”

And I did.

behind. The entire kitchen

it was worth