54. Stop me, please

54. Stop me, please

Kathrine's POV

I squeezed my thighs together to stop the smell of my arousal mixing with air.

But the man in front of me was sculpted finely with muscles in all the right places. He had scars on his skin that didn't look one bit ugly. If anything, it only made him look more gorgeous.

"I... I..." Words got stuck in my throat just like how my eyes got stuck to his huge shaft.

I know for a fact that he didn't do it intentionally. Mafia men are rough and careless. They behave as they want in their personal space so I can't really blame him for standing up naked without feeling an iota of shame.

But this crazy heart of mine was doing rigorous somersaults. My skin was crawling with goosebumps. I gulped a knot down my throat as I watched him close the gap between us.

He stopped several inches away from me. His eyes were fixed emotionlessly on my face whereas my body ignited with rising ecstasy.

He was not touching me in any place and still I was burning all over.