Beautiful Beast (Perfectly Imperfect: Mafia Legacy #1)

The tips of his fingers lightly graze over my panty-covered pussy.

“Rafael.” I suck in a shuddering breath. “I’m driving.”

“And you’re doing a great job.” With another gentle stroke, the force of his fingers intensifies. “How do you like the SUV?”

A tremor races down my spine, and I nearly swerve off the road, coming too close to the roadside barrier. “It feels like driving a tank. I prefer lower-riding cars.”

“Okay. I’ll order a sports convertible for you.”

“I don’t want you to buy me a car! Please, remove your hand.”

“No. I don’t think I will.”

His touch is getting bolder, the pressure firmer. Despite the flimsy lace keeping the skin-to-skin contact at bay, his deft fingers stroke inside my folds. The abrasiveness of the fabric on my sensitized skin only heightens my reaction. The navigation screen shows we’re less than five minutes from the estate. But there’s no way I’ll stay lucid that long if he continues his ministrations.

“I’m going to stop the car,” I pant.

“And let me bleed to death? I am feeling quite lightheaded all of a sudden.” With a swift move, he shoves the crotch of the panties to the side and slides his finger inside me. “You’re soaked, Vasilisa.”

I choke on my breath, almost losing control of the damn vehicle again. His thumb circles my clit, the sweet torment making me whimper. My nails sink into the leather of the wheel as I squeeze it harder. Zaps of electric current run through my nerve pathways as Rafael keeps up his persistent teasing of my tender flesh. A slow stroke in and out, followed by another more vigorous one. And then, he changes the angle of his wrist and pushes his finger deeper.

“We’re going to crash.” My inner muscles spasm. I’m going to go mad if he doesn’t stop what he’s doing. Or maybe if he does.

The property comes into view at the end of the road. I pull the remnants of my sanity and composure together, focusing all my concentration on the iron fixture as it slides too slowly out of the way. We’re going to hit the stupid thing. I lay on the horn like the lunatic I apparently am at the moment.

The Maserati careens through the gap, missing by mere inches both the structure and the shocked security guard holding the gate open. My core weeps with the sweetest agony while Rafael continues his relentless strokes, pulling his finger almost completely out, only to thrust it further inside.

By the time we reach the house, I’m so out of my mind that I’m barely aware of hitting the brakes. The jolting stop propels my body forward, impaling me onto Rafael’s finger. White stars explode in front of my eyes as I come all over his hand.

Air escapes my lungs in wheezing puffs. All I can do is maintain a death grip on the steering wheel as Rafael finally releases my pussy and starts unbuttoning his pants.

“Your driving skills are exceptional, vespetta,” he says and unclasps both of our seat belts. “Let’s see how you do with riding.”

Huge hands grab my waist, and, in the blink of an eye, I find myself straddling him, with a rock-hard cock teasing my entrance.

“You’re crazy,” I choke out as I sink down, taking him inside. “If you bleed out, it’ll be all your fault.”

Lust-filled eyes squint with mirth as Rafael plunges into me from below. “You’re going to be the death of me, Vasilisa. One way or another.”

I keep ahold of Rafael’s neck as I ride him, angling my hips so that I can take more of him in. My core is quivering, already I’m on the brink of coming again. His left hand cups my face while he teases my pussy with the other, applying pressure with his thumb on the spot where my folds meet. It’s driving me mad, loony. The sounds of my panting fill the SUV as I let myself get lost in Rafael’s eyes. Insanity. This is sweet insanity from which I never want to recover.

Rafael’s chest rises and falls as his breathing picks up, becoming more ragged. Seeing him coming undone is an erotic elation in itself, but when he pulls me forward, smashing his mouth to mine in a wild, possessing kiss, I lose myself completely. Orgasmic bliss consumes me, burning away the last specks of the walls I erected around my heart in a futile attempt to keep Rafael De Santi from claiming it.

Chapter 15

“Why are you doing this, Vasya, baby?” My mother’s voice sounds sad and worried through the line. “It’s been almost two months. Please come home, and we’ll sort out whatever it is that’s the problem. We miss you so much.”

I close my eyes and lean back on Rafael’s naked chest. We tried working on his data repository twice this afternoon but ended up in bed both times. “I miss you guys, too, Mom. I’ll be home soon.”

“You say that every time and— No! Roman! Give me back the phone!”

“Vasilisa.” My father’s low, rumbling growl practically explodes through the speaker. “The instant I find out where you are, I’ll be dragging you back home and locking you up in your room. Forever!”

“Sure, Dad.” I sigh. “Can you put Yulia on the phone, please.”

He grumbles something in Russian and, a few moments later, my sister chirps. “Hey, Vasya. How are you?”

“I’m fine. How—”