Entangled With The Mafia Lord

He trailed his index finger down my scantily clad back, save for the fragile silkiness of my flimsy bra and flashed me a smug grin on feeling the goosebumps spread over every spot his light feathery touch met. He had sent a text a few minutes ago, requesting for my presence in his office, and as his personal secretary, I had no other choice than to heed to his order... Not like I was complaining, seeing as my mind had been on the kiss we shared in the elevator yesterday, and here we are at this very moment.

He lifted his long fingers and trailed them down the side of my face before clasping my jaw firmly in his hand and lifting my face to stare right into his deep gaze. I blinked once then twice, trying hard to hold his unwavering gaze with mine.

His face inched closer to mine, making my breath hitch in my throat in anticipation of one of his intoxicating kisses, but to my disappointment, his lips didn't touch my parted lips, instead he slightly hovered a few inches away from my mouth, his fresh breath filling up my lungs intoxicatedly.

"You know, you'd look more beautiful on your knees before me," Auden breathed out directly over my lips and my breath hitched in my throat again.

"I–" I attempted saying something but he slipped his thumb between my parted lips and said one word.

"Suck."

Before thinking about what the heck it was that I was getting myself into, my lips wrapped themselves around his large thumb compared to my tiny, cute painted ones and sucked strongly on it, the slight salty taste of his thumb bursted on my taste buds, sending a heady rush into my head, making me let out a small whimper unintentionally, that thankfully got muffled by him thumb, but with the way his gaze just darkened, I wasn’t so sure he hasn’t heard that embarrassingly, needy sound.

I flicked my tongue over the tip of his neat, short nail before sucking strongly on it again. A husky groan slipped past his lips just as he began to trail his thumb over the roof of my mouth, the tiny prickles of pleasure which shot out right from his soft but determined strokes of his wet thumb in my mouth was so unprepared, making the pleasure rush straight into my heated core.