Ivyโs POV
I rose from where we stood in Calebโs private office, the city lights of our territory gleaming through the bulletproof windows. My Don guided me toward the Italian leather sofa where he conducted his most sensitive family business. His powerful arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me into a kiss that ignited every nerve in my body. Those calloused hands that had pulled triggers and signed death warrants now explored my curves with reverent skill, bunching my dress around my hips. The silk whispered against my skin as he positioned me on the cushions with the same commanding authority he used to rule his empire.
Caleb dropped to his knees before me, those mesmerizing ice-blue eyes burning with the same intensity I had seen when he eliminated traitors. His tongue traced his lips in anticipation as his palms glided up my thighs, fingertips finding the delicate lace that separated us. Even through the thin fabric, his touch sent electricity coursing through my veins like the adrenaline rush of a successful heist. This was how it always happened with him - a single caress and everything else faded away, leaving only this magnetic pull between the mafia prince and his queen.
His mouth traced a path of fire along my inner thighs, while his lips moved higher. When he reached that sensitive junction, his teeth grazed my skin before his tongue soothed the spot with the same precision he used to plan territorial takeovers. Both hands gripped my thighs now, spreading me wide as his mouth found me through the gossamer fabric.
"Always so ready for me, tesoro," Caleb murmured against my core, his voice thick with the same appreciation he showed when examining flawless diamonds from our smuggling operations.
Each stroke of his fingers sent waves of heat radiating outward, my body responding with embarrassing eagerness to the man who controlled half the East Coast underworld. Caleb hooked the lace aside and his mouth claimed me directly, his tongue circling that bundle of nerves until I was writhing beneath him like a captive begging for mercy. My voice escaped in breathless gasps as I moved against his skillful mouth, my fingers tangling in those dark locks that had once been stained with enemy blood.
He had not even fully undressed me when my initial climax crashed over me, my legs trembling as they locked around the shoulders that had carried the weight of our criminal empire. The sounds I made would have mortified me with anyone else, but Caleb only encouraged my abandon the way he encouraged loyalty from his soldiers.
His mouth never left me, tongue delving deeper to taste every drop of my surrender. He continued his sweet torture until I was burning with need all over again, my hips moving restlessly against the face that struck terror into rival families.
"Caleb, I need you inside me now," I pleaded shamelessly, beyond caring how desperate I sounded to the most dangerous man in the city.
"Is that what my queen wants?" His eyes glittered with dark promise like the surface of the Hudson where bodies disappeared. As I nodded frantically, he smiled with predatory satisfaction. "Then thatโs exactly what youโll receive."
His hands worked quickly at his belt, freeing himself in fluid motion with the efficiency of drawing a concealed weapon. He was magnificently hard, and rather than removing my ruined underwear, he simply held the fabric aside. The blunt head of him pressed against my entrance for a torturous moment before he surged forward, filling me completely in a powerful thrust that tore a cry from my throat louder than gunfire in our warehouse district.


His hand remained anchored on my hip while the other found that sensitive bundle of nerves, stroking in time with his thrusts like synchronized clockwork in a perfectly planned heist. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and I buried my face in the cushions to muffle my cries as another climax tore through me with devastating force that rivaled the explosions in our demolished rival territories.
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