Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90: Chapter 90 Claiming His Queen

Ivy’s POV

The moment we stepped into Caleb’s penthouse fortress, his commanding presence consumed the air around me. His powerful arm wrapped around my waist from behind, pulling me against his muscled chest while his other hand swept my hair aside. His lips found the exact spot on my neck where that bastard Parker had dared to kiss me at The Darkstone, and I shivered as his mouth claimed that patch of skin with the fierce intensity of a territorial predator.

"Listen to me carefully, Ivy," his voice was a low growl against my throat, carrying the dangerous authority that made seasoned capos tremble. "No man will ever touch you like that again. Not Parker, not anyone from his crew. You belong to me, completely and utterly. I don’t care if you’re still angry about the exile or hurt by what happened with that Rossi bitch, because you’re mine. And I’m going to worship every single inch of your body until you forget that casino owner ever laid a finger on you."

His possessive declaration sent heat spiraling through my core, but I wasn’t about to let the Don off easily after what he’d put me through. I spun in his arms, my eyes blazing as I met his intense gaze that had intimidated countless soldiers.

"And what about you, Caleb?" My voice shook with anger and desire. "Am I the only woman who gets to have the great Don Thorne? Or are you going to keep crawling into bed with every mafia princess who throws herself at you the moment I’m not watching?"

His jaw clenched, those ice-blue eyes darkening with something primal and deadly. "I’m yours, Ivy. Every damn part of me belongs to you. I don’t remember what happened that night with Yara, but we’re not discussing that treacherous Rossi whore right now. Right now, I’m going to show you exactly how much I’ve missed you, how much I need you, and I’m going to brand myself into your very soul."

Before I could respond, his mouth crashed against mine with desperate hunger. The kiss was raw, demanding, filled with prolonged pent-up longing and the kind of violent passion that ran in his bloodline. My back hit the reinforced steel door as Caleb pressed his hard body against mine, his battle-scarred hands roaming everywhere at once.

His fingers found the top of my strapless dress and yanked it down without ceremony, freeing my breasts to his hungry gaze. A moan escaped my lips as his large hands cupped and kneaded the sensitive flesh while his mouth continued its assault on mine. The sensation was overwhelming, electric currents shooting straight to my core like the adrenaline rush of a successful hit.

Caleb’s hands slid down to grip the hem of my short dress, bunching the fabric around my waist with the same ruthless efficiency he used to dismantle rival operations. His mouth left mine to trail down my throat before latching onto my left breast, sucking and nipping like a man who’d been denied his most precious territory.

I felt him shift slightly, then heard the unmistakable sound of fabric tearing. My panties fell to the floor in shreds, and Caleb’s hand immediately found my heated center, his fingers sliding through my wetness with practiced skill.

"You destroyed another pair of my underwear," I gasped between labored breaths, though my complaint lacked any real irritation.

I felt his lips curve into that wicked smile that had sealed the fate of countless enemies. "I fucking love doing that," he murmured against my breast before switching his attention to the right one, his tongue swirling around the peaked nipple with the same focus he brought to interrogations.

His free hand worked frantically at his belt and zipper, never breaking contact with my body. When he finally freed himself, I could feel his thick length pressing against my thigh, hot and demanding like the barrel of a smoking gun. He gripped my left leg and hooked it around his waist, positioning himself at my entrance with military precision.

"God, you’re so wet for me, so perfect," he breathed against my skin, the head of his cock teasing my slick folds. "Tell me what you want, my queen."

Something about his words struck a chord of familiarity deep in my mind, but I was too consumed with need to analyze it. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for the man who ruled the underworld with an iron fist.

"I need you inside me now," I demanded, my voice barely recognizable with desire.

"Then look at me," he commanded with the same tone that made soldiers pledge their lives.

Caleb’s stunning eyes locked with mine as he began to push into me slowly, deliberately. I watched his face as he filled me inch by torturous inch, his expression a mixture of reverence and raw lust. The sensation was indescribable, a burning fullness that seemed to touch my very soul. When he was buried completely inside me, he paused, his breathing ragged like after a violent confrontation.

"Now I’m going to move," he warned, his voice rough with the restraint of a predator holding back its true nature.

He withdrew almost completely before slamming back into me with powerful force, his eyes never leaving mine. The intensity was staggering, like reliving the most vivid memory of danger and passion. The familiarity made me want to close my eyes, but Caleb wouldn’t let me escape his penetrating stare.

"Keep your eyes open, Ivy. Look at me and see how much I love you. Remember this moment, remember what you see in my eyes when we’re connected like this."

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