Chapter 73 MAKING HIM VULNERABLE

Chapter 73 MAKING HIM VULNERABLE

MIA

I waited until Day 5 because I needed him to relax for my next plan.

That evening, after dinner, I turned to him on the couch. He was reading reports when I straddled his lap without warning, cupping his face in my hands. His eyes widened in surprise and hope.

“Mia?” His voice was rough and cautious. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” I whispered, leaning in to kiss him deeply. “I want this. I want you.”

I made it convincing with eye contact and hands sliding under his shirt to trace the familiar lines of muscle. I rocked against him slowly, letting him feel my warmth through our clothes. He groaned into my mouth, hands gripping my hips like I might vanish. I kissed him harder, pouring on the enthusiasm he craved—the woman he remembered finally returning to him.

We moved to the bedroom. I pushed him down onto the bed and stripped slowly, letting him watch. When I crawled over him naked, his breath hitched. I kissed down his chest, taking my time, nipping at his skin while my hand stroked him through his pants. He was already hard and already straining for me.

“Tell me about your family,” I murmured between kisses, fingers working his belt open. “I want to know you. The real you.”

He hesitated only a second before the pleasure overrode caution. “They’re… complicated. The business—the family legacy—it’s demanding. My father, Don Voss… he took me in when I had nothing as you know and he taught me strength. But it weighs on you, you know? All the expectations and endless enemies.”

I freed him from his pants and wrapped my hand around his thick length, stroking slowly. “It must be lonely carrying all that.”

He groaned as I lowered my head, lips brushing the tip. “Yes… fuck, Mia. It is. But with you… I thought I could have something real.”

I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head before sliding

I took him deeper, relaxing my throat as I slid down his thick length until my nose brushed his abdomen. He let out a guttural moan, hips twitching. I hummed around him, the vibration making his cock throb against my tongue. I pulled back slowly, lips tight around him with my tongue swirling along the underside before sucking hard on the sensitive head, tasting the salty precum that beaded there.

“God, Mia… just like that,” he groaned, one hand gently threading through my hair. He wasn’t forcing me—he never did when I gave myself like this and that was his weakness.

I bobbed faster, hollowing my cheeks, using one hand to stroke the base in perfect rhythm while the other cupped and massaged his balls. I made it wet and messy, saliva dripping down his shaft as I worked him with everything I had. Every moan I pulled from him was a small victory. I needed him lost in pleasure.

Between long, deep sucks, I pulled off just enough to speak, lips brushing his slick cock. “Your father… Don Voss. He must be proud of you and all you’ve built.”

Dante’s breath hitched as I licked a long stripe from base to tip. “He is. But it comes with… expectations. The family business isn’t just… the Mafia isn't easy so I have done a lot of things you won't approve of.” His words broke into a groan as I took him deep again, swallowing around him.

I hummed encouragement, sucking harder and faster, using every trick I knew—twisting my hand, flicking my tongue against the tip, taking him so deep my throat constricted around him and watched as his thighs trembled and his grip in my hair tightened.

“Fuck… you’re incredible,” he panted. “I missed this.”

I looked up at him through my lashes, eyes locked on his as I worshipped his cock. He was close and I could feel him swelling and pulsing against my tongue so I doubled down—sucking with relentless pressure, stroking fast, moaning around him like I couldn’t get enough. The sounds were obscene, wet and filthy, filling the room.

“Mia— I’m gonna—” His warning was cut off by a deep, broken groan as he came hard down my throat. I swallowed every drop, milking him through the aftershocks with gentle sucks and licks until he was spent and trembling.

He collapsed back against the pillows, chest heaving, eyes heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction. “That was… the best I’ve ever had,” he murmured, voice slurred with pleasure. “Come here, cara.”

I crawled up and let him pull me into his arms. He kissed my forehead, already drifting. Within minutes, his breathing evened out into deep sleep. The orgasm had knocked him out completely.

I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, his arm heavy across my waist as my jaw ached, but it was worth it. He was vulnerable now and almost where I wanted him to be.

I slipped out of bed carefully, standing naked in the moonlight from the window.

I will ruin him.