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.

shit!” I hissed. “I’ve got to go back to my

about that,” Valentino

it was fucking hot,” I purred,

hard, then pulled away and tilted his head

“You ready?”

I nodded nervously…

opened the pantry

We peeked out.

was nobody

blouse closed with

the part where it was going to get awkward.

was fun, but it

both stuttered and stumbled and said something

I hated that.

that I’d just had the absolute best sex of my life – by a country mile – with the hottest guy I’d ever

But…

must come to an end,

“Well…” I started –

then he surprised me by bending over and

felt his hand slip inside my blouse and cup my left tit, then gently tweak my still-hard

I was ready to fuck

So ready.

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

the kitchen, leaving me in

not knowing what the fuck had just happened

then I saw the clock on

6:12.

SHIT!

quietly as I could in the darkness all

underwear, put on a bra and a new blouse, and then ran back to

6:21.

would be showing up

Fuck!

looked around for signs of what had

were buttons all over the floor of

my hands and knees and picked up every

dollops

– mine – probably

got paper towels,

I sniffed the

smelled like somebody had had sex

the pantry door open and

box of matches and lit one after the other, hoping to

I was back at my station, chopping onions like

walked

turned to me. “Did you light matches in

saying something so

chopped onions in front of me. “What did you do, spend half the

go faster,” I

And I did.

was still running behind. The entire kitchen staff was irritated with me

it was worth