Page 26 of Married to the Mafia Monster

His strong arms wrap around me, pulling me close, and I can feel the hard press of his erection against my ass. It sends a jolt of electricity through my body, making me yearn for more.

I grind against him instinctively, biting my lip as I hear him growl with desire. His breath is hot against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I reach behind me, my fingers brushing against the hard length of his shaft. He groans, bucking his hips into my hand.

"I thought you were tired," he murmurs, his voice strained with lust.

"Too tired to pretend I don’t want this," I whisper, my voice trembling with desire. "I want you, Alex."

He shifts me in place, turning me to face him. His lips capture mine in a fierce kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that makes me moan. I can feel his hands roaming over my body, teasing my breasts through my thin nightgown.

I pull back slightly, panting. "I’ve never done this before."

He cups my face in his hands, his gaze intense but filled with tenderness. "I will protect you, Bella. I’ll never hurt you or rush you into anything you’re not ready for."

He kisses me again, slower this time, his lips conveying a promise of safety and pleasure. "You say stop, we stop."

His hands continue to explore my body, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I can feel the wetness pooling between my legs, and I reach down, my fingers slipping inside my panties. I gasp as I feel how wet I am, my body aching for him.

He groans, his hips bucking into my other hand as I stroke him through his boxers. "Fuck, Bella. You feel so good."

His fingers tease my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. "Oh god, Alex. Don’t stop."

He chuckles, his voice low and dirty. "You like that, don’t you? You like it when I touch you like this?"

I nod, biting my lip as I feel the pleasure building. "Yes. Yes, I do."

He slips a finger inside me, his thumb still teasing my clit. I gasp, my hips bucking into his hand as he pumps his finger in and out of me. "You’re so tight, Bella. So fucking tight."

I can feel my orgasm building, and I moan, my body writhing beneath him. "I’m going to come."

He growls, his fingers working me harder and faster. "That’s it. Come for me. Come all over my hand."

I scream as the orgasm washes over me, my body shaking with pleasure. At the same moment, I feel his release, hot and wet against my fingers. He groans, his body trembling as he rides out his own orgasm.

We lay there, panting and spent, our bodies tangled together. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me close. I rest my head on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my cheek.

"That was incredible," I whisper, my voice filled with contentment.

He nods, his expression softening. "Get some rest, Bella. We have a long day ahead of us."

I lie back, my mind racing with thoughts and emotions. Despite everything, I feel a sense of safety with Alex. As I close my eyes, exhaustion finally takes over, and I drift off to sleep, the sound of his steady breathing beside me a comforting reminder that I’m not alone.

I wake up to the sound of Alex's breathing beside me. The early morning light filters through the thin curtains, casting a soft glow over the room.

For a moment, I just lie still, listening to the rhythm of his breaths and feeling a strange sense of peace despite the chaos of our situation.

I turn my head to look at him. Even in sleep, he seems tense, a furrow between his brows. I wonder what kind of life he's led to bring him to this point, to be the kind of man who kills so easily.

Carefully, I slip out of bed, trying not to wake him. I head to the small bathroom to freshen up. The water is lukewarm, but it feels good against my skin, washing away some of the stress and grime.

When I emerge, he’s awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes following my every move. There's an intensity in his gaze that sends a shiver down my spine.

"Morning," he says, his voice rough with sleep.

"Morning," I reply, my heart fluttering.

“That’s a first for me. I’m never asleep past five normally.” He stands up, stretching his arms. "We should get moving soon. We can't stay here long."

I nod, feeling the weight of our situation pressing down on me again. "Okay."

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