Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 468

Chapter 468: Chapter 64 Screaming His Name

Lila’s POV

Daniel slowly lifted his head, his dark eyes surveying every inch of my exposed skin with that dangerous smile I’d come to crave. I lay completely bare beneath him, offering myself entirely to this man who commanded both the streets and my heart.

"Time to make you scream my name, little one," he murmured, his voice carrying that edge of authority that made powerful men in boardrooms and back alleys alike submit to his will.

He gently parted my thighs, his calloused hands—hands that had pulled triggers and signed arrest warrants—now treating me with reverence. His warm breath ghosted over my most sensitive flesh, and even that small contact had me trembling with need.

"Please," I whispered breathlessly, my fingers clutching at the expensive silk sheets of our fortified penthouse. "I need you, Daniel."

"Tell me what you want, baby girl," he commanded softly, his inspector’s voice now thick with desire. "My mouth or all of me?"

"Everything," I answered without hesitation, knowing that in his world of calculated risks and deadly precision, I could trust him completely with my vulnerability.

"Whatever my beautiful girl wants," he promised. "But first, I’m going to taste every drop of sweetness when you come for me." His head lowered, and I felt his lips brush against me like a whispered oath.

My breath caught as I tried to muffle my sounds, acutely aware that even in our secure tower, enemies might be listening. But Daniel’s tongue worked against me with the same methodical intensity he brought to interrogations, licking and sucking until rational thought abandoned me completely. My hips moved against his mouth instinctively, chasing the release that danced just beyond reach.

His hands traveled upward to cup my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples as he continued his exquisite assault below. When his tongue thrust inside me with the rhythm of possession, I lost all semblance of control. Fire raced through my veins, and when his lips returned to that perfect spot, I shattered completely, his name torn from my throat like a confession.

"There’s my name," he said, lifting his head with satisfaction gleaming in his eyes—the same look he wore when closing a case. "Though I don’t think that was quite loud enough. Let me try again."

He stood and unbuckled his belt with the fluid efficiency of a man accustomed to action, pushing down his pants and underwear in one smooth motion. Even now, seeing him fully revealed never failed to steal my breath.

"Don’t look at me like that, not right now, little one," he chuckled, noting my hungry stare and the disappointment that must have crossed my features.

He knew me too well—how I loved pleasuring him, watching his composure crack knowing I was the cause. Instead, he began teasing me, his body brushing against mine as he whispered dark promises.

"I’m going to take you now, hard and deep, the way we both need it. You’re going to call my name, beg me for more, and I’m going to give you everything."

His words and the deliberate way he positioned himself nearly sent me over the edge again. I could only gasp his name as I gazed into those storm-gray eyes that had intimidated crime lords and corrupt officials alike.

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