Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18 novel Chapter 107

I knew it. The piece was decently nice to look at, but it didn’t come across as anything meaningful or unique. I wasn’t sure what to add or how to fix it and I was running out of time.

“You’re right. I don’t know how to fix it though. I guess, I’ll have to skip out on this contest after all…” I said regretfully.

“I think…the painting needs to be a little more alluring…and sexy…” Ethan whispered seductively into my ear.

His hands were already on my breasts before I could react to his words. I cried out his name in surprise as his hand began groping and squeezing my breasts. It’s late and no one should walk in on us but I’m in the middle of working right now…

“Ethan…let’s do this when we’re back…” I suggested softly.

“No…I want you now. I did come all this way…” Ethan replied as he nibbled lightly on my ear lobe.

My breathing quickened at his seductive touches. He’s always so good at turning me on. I had already lost count on the times that we’ve had sex late in the night in this art studio. I bet Ethan had sex with me here more often than the times he actually worked on his artwork.

“I have to…work…” I protested.

“Then work. I never told you to stop. Keep on painting, Malissa,” Ethan said in an amused yet serious tone.

As if not to bother me any further, his hand left my breast for a moment. As I breathed a sigh of relief, his hands were suddenly on my thighs before it slid up my thighs and under my skirt. I let out a soft moan when I felt his fingers stroking me through my underwear.

“Ethan…” I moaned his name as I felt a pleasurable ache build up in my lower abdomen.

“Paint, Malissa. Show me the colors of your passion,” Ethan said encouragingly.

I felt Hayden pull the thin fabric that was covering my love entrance to the side before I felt his fingers touching me there. I cried out when his fingers stroked the wet slit in between my legs directly. My insides felt so hot, and my pussy throbbed with desire.

“You always get wet so easily when we do it here…” Ethan murmured seductively.

As his fingers stroked the sensitive folds of my pussy, I continued working on my artwork. I moaned louder when his fingers started massaging my swollen clit. The more pleasure I felt, the easier it seemed for me to paint. I no longer hesitated on which color to use or how to mesh the colors together; it all seemed to come to me naturally now.