Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
“Yes,” she pleaded.
“Then let me hear how much. I don’t give a fuck about anyone else. I want to hear you begging me, screaming for me, calling out my name.”
I let go of her hair and slipped my hand between her and the desktop before gliding my fingers down to her pussy. I drew a circle around her clit, then flicked it hard, and she cried out, “Yes!”
“Brava ragazza.” I bent over her, the damp skin of her back sticking to my chest as though it was gluing us together.
Her pussy walls clamped around my cock, and I rubbed her clit a few more times, feeling a smug satisfaction when she started begging me at the top of her lungs. “Oh please, Rafa! Yes! Right there. Please don’t stop. Yes! Yes!”
My spine tingled, and my balls drew up tight, ready to burst. I couldn’t hold out any longer. “Fly for me, cara.”
I pinched her clit and slammed into her one last time. She exploded as hot come shot out of my cock, filling her with jet after jet of my seed.
“Definitely going to get you pregnant,” I growled.
I resumed thrusting, drawing out her orgasm until she collapsed on the desk, limp and absolutely spent.
“Have you learned your lesson? Do you know who you belong to, cara?” I asked before burying my face in her neck while I waited for my heartbeat to slow down so I could catch my breath.
“Yes,” she grumbled, still panting heavily.
“Brava ragazza. Sei mio.”
13
VIVIENNE
After confirming he was in the Mafia and reminding me of all the reasons I shouldn’t leave—including the possibility of being pregnant—Rafa had stuck close to me. The kind of close where we spent the entire day and night naked in bed together. And increased the odds of knocking me up…by a lot.
Exhausting me with orgasms had proven to be an effective method of keeping my mind off the doubts that had crept in upon discovering that the man I’d fallen for had a dark side to him that I never even guessed was there. It was the complete opposite of what he’d shown me. And it took my mind off the fact that it might be too late to second-guess what I was building with Rafa because I could already be carrying his baby.
I was surprised to find the bedroom empty when my eyes finally blinked open the following morning. Propping myself up with an elbow pressed into the mattress, I called, “Rafa?”
When there was no answer, I flopped onto my back in an achy heap. I vaguely remembered Rafa telling me at some point during our sexathon that I was going to feel where he’d been. He was right about that.
My inner thighs were sore, and my core had a slight throb. And this was after he’d run me a hot bath to ease my muscles the last time he’d taken me. I couldn’t imagine how tender I would’ve been this morning without it.
I barely had enough energy to stretch my arm out and confirm that the sheets beside me were cool. When I woke up to use the bathroom a few hours ago, Rafa had still been sleeping, so I had no idea when or where he’d gone. But the odds were good that he’d be back soon since he seemed to have an eerie sense of what was on my mind, so he had to know that I was still struggling with learning who he was.
It was as though Rafa had branded himself onto my skin with his touch, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Especially when it had finally dawned on me that he’d kept me locked inside and under his watchful eye the whole time I had been here. I didn’t want to trade one gilded cage for another—no matter how much I enjoyed this one—but that seemed to be exactly what I’d done.
Sighing, I rolled onto my stomach and pressed my face into Rafa’s pillow. His woodsy scent filled my nose, and I dragged it deep into my lungs. A sly tendril of desire snaked through my system, which shouldn’t even have been possible with how I felt this morning.
The smell also gave me a sense of peace. And safety. Which made no sense at all, considering how conflicted I was.
I had no doubt that I’d already given my heart to Rafa, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to be a Mafia wife—not that he’d mentioned marriage. It was a world with which I was wholly unfamiliar. And a brutal one that I didn’t know if I could be a part of.
Was I cut out to stand by his side while he ruled the DeLuca’s southern territory? Or was that even something a Mafia wife did? And that was assuming Rafa even wanted to marry me. Other than vowing not to let me go, the only time he’d really mentioned the future was when we were having sex, but that could all have just been dirty talk. Especially because it really turned me on, something he couldn’t miss when his dick was deep inside me.