The Mafia King's Temptation (Dante and Lucia) novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11- A Long Night

Lucia The steams from the bathroom swirled around us, clinging to my skin like a second layer as Dante stepped closer. His eyes raked over me, dark and smoldering, with a heat that seemed to consume every inch of air between us. The way he looked at me as if I were the only thing that mattered in the entire world–sent an involuntary shiver down my spine.

I pulled my robe tighter around my body, if only to regain some semblance of control. “What do you want” Lasked, my voice sharper than intended. I needed the sharpness, though. Anything to guard myself from the way he made me feel.

His smirk was slow, deliberate, and maddening. “I believe I made my intentions very clear, carn,” he said, his voice deep and rough around the edges. He reached out, and before I could stop him, he slipped a finger beneath the edge of my robe, rating the curve of my collarbone. “But if you need me to spell it out for you…”

My Breath hitched as his finger trailed lower, brushing the sensitive skin at the base of my neck. “Stop playing games,” I said, though my voice lacked

conviction.

Dante chuckled safily, a low rumble that sent warmth pooling low in my belly. “Ah, but I think you like my games. Lucia. You certainly didn’t mind the last time we played”

“That was a mistake.” I shot back, but the words felt holle. Even as I spoke them, I couldn’t deny the way my body responded to him. My pulse quickened,

my skin tingling under his touch.

His voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Then why are you trembling, cara? **

I hated hom in that moment – not for what he said, but for how undeniably true it was. He had this way of peeling back every one of my defenses, exposing the raw, vulnerable parts of me I’d raiber keep hidden.

“Dante,” I started, trying to master some kind of resistance, but then be moved closer, his body pressing against mine. His hands slid to my waist, pulling me thish against him

“Yes, wife?” he murmured, his lips so close to mine that I could feel the heat of his breath.

“My voice faltered, the words slipping away as his hands began to move, tracing the curve of my hips. The robe slipped lower on my shoulders. and I grabbed at it instinctively, trying to keep it in place.

“This color doesn’t match your skin,” Danse said, his voice laced with amusement as he gently togged at the fabric

Irulled my eyes inwardly, trying to summon some semblance of composure. “Sir, you don’t stop talking. I’m putting it back on.”

This eyes darkened, has playful sick fueling into something far more serious. “Not a chance, Lucii” He reached up and slipped the robe from my shoulders entirely letting fall in a whisper of fabric to the floor. The cool air brushed over my exposed skin, and I couldn’t help the slight gasp that excaped me.

His gaze slid over me, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing every deal. I should have felt self conscious, vulnerable even, but the way he looked at me with a hunger that bordered on reverence–made me feel powerful.

“You’re staring.” I said, my voor trembling slightly despre my attempt to sound confident.

“You’re breathtaking. Lucia,” he replied, his voice rough with desire. “You’re breathtaking, Lucia ”

I hated the way his words made my heart flutter, the way they chipped away at my defenses. “You’re still dressed,” I pointed out, trying to shift the focus away from myself

Dante’s lips curved into a wicked grin. “Not for long

He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, his movements deliberate, almost teasing 1 took an invokintary step back my gaze drawn to the way his muscles rippled beneath his tanned skin. When he slugged the shirt off entirely, I couldn’t help but admire the view

“Enjoying yourself, wife?” he asked, his tone full of smug amusement.

I lifted my clila, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response

“Come here,” he said, his voice low and commanding

For a moment, considered defying him. But something in his eyes–a mix of challenge and promise–drew me forward

He stepped out of his pants, his movements quick and efficient, and then he was there, his hands sliding over my thighs and lifting me with ease. I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer.

“I can see you’re looking forward to it, wife,” he marmured his lips brushing against my ear.

“Don’t you?” I rriorted, my voice more breathless than I’d like.

He didn’t answer, Instead, he kissed me, his mouth claiming mine with an urgency that left me reeling. His tongue was insistent, possessive, and I found myself responding in kind, my hands sliding up his chest and tangling in his hair.

His hands cupped my breasts, his thumb brushing over my nipples with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the hunger in his kiss. I arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping me as his calloused fingers teased me further.

“Fuck, Lucia,” he growled again my lips, his voice thick with need.

I nipped at his lower lip, drawing a low sound from deep in his throat. He stepped closer to the bed, his movements deliberate as he lowered me onto the soft sheets. The cool fabric was a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body as he hovered yet me.

Chapter 11–Along Night

“Helix, cara,” be mined, his voice a soft command as his hand stroked my cheek

Thated how much I wanted to obey him, how much i wanted to let go of everything and just feel.

His lips trailed down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He kissed along my collarbone, then lower, his mouth finding the sensitive spot just above my heart. Ishivered, any fingers clutching the sheets as he continued his descent

When his thumb brushed against the wetness between my thighs, my breath hitched. He muzzled my ear, his voice a low murmur. “You’re already wet for me.”

I closed my eyes, my body betraying me as I arched into his touch.

“Dante,” Igaped, though I wasn’t sure if I was trying to stop him or spur him on.

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He slida finger inside me, his movements slow and deliberate, My nerves twitched, please sparking through me with every stroke. His mouth continued tus exploration, his lips and tongue teasing me until I was trembling beneath lum.

“Condens,” I managed to say, my voice barely more than a whisper

Dante pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, a sailsfied smirk tugging at the conser of his lips. Of course, wilt.”

He retrieved a condom from the drawer, rolling it on with practiced esse, I took a deep breaths, my heart racing as I watched him. Without the haze of alcohol, the really of the moment hit me with full force. I was nervous, and he could tell

(“You’re nervous,” he said, his voice soft bun teasing.

“I’m not.” Hed, my checks flushing under his kneeing gue,

He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that was surprisingly tender. “Relax, Line take care of you.”

He moved slowly at first, his hands gripping my hips as he set a steady rhythen. I could feel every inch of him, the deliberate drug that made my toes curl and my breath catch. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and intense, and in was as though he was pulling me under, drowning me in the sheer weight of his presence.

His hands slid up my sides, caressing my thin with the kind of care that made my hear arbe. 1 gripped his shoulders, my nails digging inin his Desh as he leaned down to press a kiss to the corner of my mouth. The tenderness was maddenine juxtaposed with the growing force of his movements. He pushed deeper, his hips rolling in a way that send sharp bursts of pleasure through my core.