Chapters (102)
- Cover
- About This Book
- Salvatore: a Dark Mafia Romance
- About This Book
- Prologue
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- Lucia’s Epilogue
- Salvatore’s Epilogue
- Dominic: a Dark Mafia Romance
- About This Book
- 1
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- Sergio: a Dark Mafia Romance
- About This Book
- Letter From Natasha
- Prologue
- Sergio
- Natalie
- Sergio
- Natalie
- Sergio
- Natalie
- Sergio
- Natalie
- Sergio
- Natalie
- Sergio
- Sergio
- Natalie
- Sergio
- Natalie
- Sergio
- Natalie
- Natalie
- Sergio
- Natalie
- Natalie
- Sergio
- Natalie
- Sergio
- Natalie
- Natalie
- Sergio
- Sergio
- Natalie
- Natalie
- Natalie
- 2nd Letter from Natasha
- What To Read Next
- Also by Natasha Knight
- About the Author
- Thank You!
He takes a deep breath in, then out, looks at me, takes my hands and holds them for a long minute. “Life is short, huh?” He releases me, runs both hands through his hair and leans back on the couch. For a moment, it’s like he’s drifted out of here, he looks so lost in thought. Then he returns his gaze to mine and just watches me for a long time. When he stands, he’s steady on his feet, and he’s got that same look in his eyes as the other night. My body understands it before my mind processes.
“Too short to waste,” he says. He takes the zipper of my hoodie between two fingers and slides it down, pushes it off me and lets it drop to the floor. “Natalie,” he says my name and stops, searching my face before his gaze moves to my bared shoulders and arms. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He’s slurring his words, swaying on his feet.
I watch him, and it’s strange, the way he’s looking at me. Intense and dark.
He takes the hem of my tank and draws it over my head.
“I want to see you. All of you.”
“Sergio, you’re drunk.” I try to push his hands away.
“No, sweetheart, not that drunk. Hell, never that drunk.” With a finger at my bare belly, he walks me backward.
“Wait, Sergio—”
“Shh.” He touches my lips. “I just want to see.” He leans in and kisses me, pressing my back to the wall, his cock is a thick rod between us. His eyes are burning when he pulls away.
Gripping my sweats with both hands, he slowly lowers to his knees, then drags my pants down over my thighs, off my feet. My socks are next so I’m barefoot, wearing only bra and panties. He gives me one glance before hooking his fingers into the waistband of the panties and dragging them off. I step out and when I do, he grips my thighs and forces them wider. Then he looks at me. Just looks at my bared sex.
My clit throbs beneath his gaze and he gives me a hooded glance before placing his thumbs on either side of my slit and opening me.
“Sergio.”
“Quiet.” He leans in, inhales deeply, then licks the length of me.
My gasp is a swallow of breath.
“I want you,” he says, dipping his head low, licking me again, forcing my legs wider as he dips his tongue inside me before coming back to my clit and taking it between his lips to suck.