Mafia King's Contract Breeder

"We’re in public..." I protested, glancing to the side.

The tree that Emmanuel had me pressed against half hid me from the walking path, where pedestrians were constantly passing by. But it was still very exposed.

Anyone could come over here to the lakeside at any moment.

"As I recall, you don’t seem to have any objection to putting on a show."

His thumb rubbed slowly over my panties from back to front, grinding the damp cotton into my pussy.

It drew my thoughts back to that night at Elysium...and the fervent, passionate frenzy in the limo afterwards.

"That was a sex club." My eyes fluttered closed. "This is a park."

"Mhmm." Amusement colored Emmanuel’s voice as he dragged out the hum.

"You can’t be getting it on in a public park like a horny teenager," I teased, tracing the edge of his collar, my fingers lingering on the silk knot of his tie. "Don’t you have a— reputation to maintain?"

Emmanuel lifted one of my legs over his arm, hitching up my skirt.

"The wonderful thing about power..." His fingers moved relentlessly over my clit, his voice dropping into a confiding tone, "Is that it enables me to do whatever the fuck I want."

A shudder ran down my spine.

Damn it. Why the hell did I like that?

I wanted him to do it. To fuck me right here, never mind who saw us. Ever since that night in the storm, my dreams about Emmanuel Sagres had taken on a different quality...

Let’s just say, they weren’t nightmares anymore.

And my imagination was...downright creative.

"But it is not necessary for us to have sex. Isn’t that what you said?"

I said nothing, only my breath grew heavier as he kept rubbing me back and forth through my panties.

"Unless— you need something from me?"

I nodded against his shoulder, my arms tightening around his neck.

He was so petty. King of throwing my own words back in my face.

"Say it," Emmanuel ordered, his voice growing deeper. "Tell me what you want."

I groaned, straining up on tiptoes to kiss him instead. Emmanuel turned my face to the side and pressed kisses down the side of my neck. The fire inside me burned even more.

"I want to come," I admitted in a low, husky whisper.

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"I want— I haven’t been able to—"

"You haven’t been able to make yourself come?" Emmanuel finished for me, annoyingly pleased with himself. "I see...your body, at least, knows who it belongs to..."

In one swift movement, he tugged my panties down and bared my dripping wet pussy to the cool air.

I let out a startled gasp.

My retort died on my tongue when he slid two thick fingers up inside me.

"Mmm, already so wet..."

He fucked me languidly with two fingers, then added a third. His thumb pressed firmly against my clit in perfect sync, making my body grow hot and desperate in a matter of minutes.

The filthy, wet sounds filled the air as he sped up, feeling even more obscene in the open air of the park.

"You’re already close, aren’t you?" Emmanuel murmured. "I can feel it. You’re gripping me so damn tight."

"Yes—" I gasped, biting my lips to keep back the moans.

"You should have come to me," Emmanuel purred. "My sweet little breeder. I would take care of you whenever you need, darling..."

The filthy words wrapped around me, making heat build inside me so fast and strong that I could not hold it back even if I wanted to.

"Oh God, oh god, I’m going to come—"

A shudder ran through my whole frame, heat and light licking through me. I tugged hard on Emmanuel’s tie, clenching down on the lapel of his blazer until it crumpled.

Emmanuel took his fingers out of me and licked them, smug satisfaction glittering in his eyes.

"Tastes sweet," he said. He lifted his fingers to my lips. "Clean it up."

I parted my lips in a haze of pleasure, shamelessly licking my juices from his fingers.

"Thank you..." I whispered.

Embarrassment hadn’t quite kicked in yet in my satiated state. I trailed my fingers down his shirt to tug at his belt. A sizable bulge tented the crisp lines of his pants.

I slid down to my knees, tracing the shape of him with my fingers.

"Can I...?" I reached for his belt buckle.

"So pretty when you are on your knees for me..." Emmanuel lifted my chin and traced my lips with his fingers.

I was ready for it. To my utter surprise, Emmanuel pulled me back to me feet again.

"Not here, sweetheart."

"Huh?"

Emmanuel glanced over my shoulder and smirked. He straightened my skirt, taking out his handkerchief to clean me up.

He whispered, "Do you know how many people have seen us just now?"

"What?! Really?" I craned my neck and peeked out beyond the trunk of the tree, to discover with horror that a group of young people had settled on a picnic blanket by the lake not twelve feet away.

One of them glanced this way as I was watching.

"Oh God, no..." I pulled back and flattened myself against the tree. "Maybe they didn’t notice."

"They noticed," Emmanuel confirmed, unhelpfully. "You announced that you were going to come quite...loudly."

Heat filled my face.

As shameless and seductive as I could be when I was Emerald, that was a separate, professional persona to me. And today I was only myself, and I wished the ground would open up and swallow me up.

"Why didn’t you tell me?!" I hissed.

"You were having such a good time," Emmanuel said, unrepentantly.

"Let’s go that way," I said hurriedly, heading in the opposite direction.

A loud whistle sounded behind us.

Someone laughed as though they had seen a great show.

Aaaaah.

I grabbed Emmanuel by the arm and walked even faster. He kept that smirk up the whole way back to the Tower.

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