Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 467

Chapter 467: Chapter 63 Sweet Midnight Diversion

Lila’s POV

Spending time with my girlfriends always lifted my spirits, but tonight my thoughts kept drifting to Daniel. The Martinez family business had been demanding more of his attention lately, with territory disputes and family politics consuming his every waking hour. He desperately needed relief from the constant pressure of managing both his legitimate police work and the underground obligations that came with his bloodline.

When he arrived at Ivy’s penthouse to collect me, I immediately recognized the familiar tension carved into his handsome features. Rather than asking about his troubles and receiving the standard "family business" deflection, I decided on a more effective approach. I would give him something far more enticing to occupy his mind.

"There’s my dangerous man," I purred, sliding across the leather seat to press my lips against his in greeting.

"Every second feels like an eternity when you’re not beside me," he responded, his voice carrying that gravelly undertone that never failed to send electricity coursing through my veins.

"Then take us home immediately. I hope you weren’t planning on getting any rest tonight," I warned with a knowing smile.

His dark eyes sparked with immediate interest. "Is my little one feeling particularly wicked this evening?"

"And I haven’t touched a drop of alcohol," I replied, delighting in the rich laughter that rumbled from his chest. My strategy to redirect his focus was already succeeding.

"Then I remain unconvinced of your supposed wickedness," he challenged, firing up the powerful engine of his black sedan.

I accepted his challenge with one of my own. "Are you doubting my capabilities?"

"Possibly," he said with mock skepticism. "Exactly how wicked are we discussing?"

I leaned closer, my breath warm against his ear as I whispered, "The kind that involves elevators." His expression instantly transformed to one of shocked fascination.

"You cannot be serious," his eyes widened with surprise.

Taking his large hand in mine, I guided it along my thigh, sliding it beneath my flowing dress until his fingers discovered nothing but soft skin. His expression shifted to pure masculine appreciation when he realized I had removed every barrier between his touch and my most sensitive areas.

"No undergarments? You tempting little vixen. Have you been like this throughout the entire evening?" He paused at a traffic signal, leaning over to brush his lips against my ear while his skilled fingers began their exploration, slowly caressing my already responsive flesh.

"I removed them just before you arrived. A sudden burst of inspiration struck me," I admitted, my heartbeat already accelerating under his masterful ministrations.

"Care to elaborate on this inspiration?" He resumed driving as the light changed, his fingers never ceasing their delicious torment that was rapidly pushing me toward the edge of reason.

His hands traveled slowly up my arms before cupping my breasts, reminding me vividly of our very first kiss when everything between us was new and terrifying. Now, there existed no fear—only the certain knowledge of what exquisite pleasure awaited.

His mouth moved to my ear, teeth gently grazing my sensitive earlobe, sending powerful shockwaves straight to my core. I wanted him with an intensity that rivaled a desert wanderer’s desperate thirst for water. He traced a path of kisses down my neck, alternating between soft lips and gentle teeth, creating sensations that left me yearning for so much more.

A single finger slipped beneath the neckline of my dress, brushing against my already hardened nipple and drawing a soft moan from deep in my throat.

"Still not hearing my name," he murmured against my heated skin, smiling between each kiss.

He tugged my neckline downward, exposing my breasts to the cool air before covering one with his warm, skilled mouth. While he sucked and licked one nipple to painful hardness, he expertly rolled the other between his fingers. His mouth seemed designed by the gods solely for my pleasure. As he moved between both breasts, squeezing them possessively in his large hands, my moans grew increasingly louder and more frequent.

"I’m still waiting to hear my name," he reminded me, one hand continuing to worship my breast while the other slid deliberately up my thigh.

That wandering hand pushed my dress upward, gathering the fabric around my waist and leaving me completely exposed to his hungry gaze. When his finger traced lightly over my center, I gasped in pure anticipation.

He released my safety belt and pivoted me until I sat facing him, legs positioned outside the car. There in that confined space, with my dress bunched around my waist and my breasts spilling over the lowered neckline, Daniel gazed at me with absolute worship. The pure adoration blazing in his eyes made my heart overflow with love for this powerful, dangerous man who belonged entirely to me.