Page 68 of The Mafia's Broken Vows

And then he’s cupping my ass cheeks in his big rough palms, kneading gently, then more firmly.

Nerve endings I never realized were there start to crackle. I moan into his mouth, arching into him. And when he squeezes harder, hard enough to hurt, to leave the prints of his fingers over my ass cheeks, I feel an answering throb in my clit and, surprisingly, a tension in the pucker of my ass. He’s never touched me like this, and I never realized how much I want him to.

When I start to mewl, my leg lifting of its own volition to curl around his thigh, he runs a hand through my folds. I nearly shout with relief.

“Dio mio,” he groans against my neck as he sucks on the sensitive skin there, then bites down hard as he slides two fingers inside my aching pussy.

I jerk. “Dante, please . . .” I’m not even sure what I’m asking for. All I know is that I need him, need this, need something to make the pain and the guilt go away.

He rears back to look at me. “Is this what you want?”

I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as Dante’s fingers slide in and out, then curl inside me, hitting that spot that makes me jolt in pleasure.

“Dante,” I gasp.

His response is to spank me hard, the sting of it sending a shockwave through my already sensitive nerve endings. I cry out, both in pain and pleasure, as he kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth while he spanks me again and again.

Tears sting my eyes even as pleasure ripples out from my pussy. And then he slips his fingers out of me while my own fingers dig into the back of his neck, silently begging him not to stop.

I can feel my wetness all over my thighs, the evidence of my arousal taunting me as I struggle to regain control. But I’m powerless against the insane craving that consumes me.

“Do you want my fingers back in your greedy pussy?” he whispers against my lips, his breath hot and heavy.

I nod frantically, my hips bucking against his hand, but he pulls away, denying me what I crave.

“No,” he says. “I think you want to feel something else.”

Dante’s fingers glide over my folds, gathering moisture from my pussy. And then he’s stroking the pucker of my ass.

“Ah. Ah.” I sigh. The sensation is foreign and intoxicating, teasing me with the promise of more. I spread my legs wider, my ass moving to time with his strokes.

Dante emits a throaty growl, sucks on the skin of my neck, then breaches that forbidden hole, pushing his finger inside. My nails sink into his back as my breath hitches.

I’m trying to work out exactly how it feels when he starts to slowly thrust in and out. My thoughts scatter, and my body arches into his touch as he rears back his head to watch me intently, his eyes dark with desire.

“You want that?” he murmurs, and I nod. He bends and sinks his teeth into my collarbone, making me jerk in pleasure and pain, then follows the bite with a soothing slide of his tongue, only to do it again.

And again.

My eyes cross with the need to feel more. The need to chase that unfamiliar sensation blooming in my pelvis every time he slides his finger knuckle-deep.

Without thinking, I reach behind me and circle his wrist, then push it against me in a silent plea to go deeper.

“You’re fucking perfect, aren’t you? You gorgeous, dirty girl.”

That’s it. It’s dirty. It’s more than just a word. It’s a feeling that kicks up my heart rate and makes my skin prickle with lust. It’s the same way I felt when he fucked me up against his car in full view of his crew. I can’t deny it anymore. This is who I am, who I’ve always been beneath the surface. With Dante, I can finally be myself, raw and unfiltered.

“Yes,” I moan, my voice barely audible.

Dante smiles wickedly and adds a second finger, then plunges deeper, stretching me in a way I never thought possible.

“Ah, fuck!” I cry out, the sensation almost too much to bear. I can’t believe I’m here, in this position, with Dante’s fingers buried deep in my ass and me loving it and craving more.

I don’t know if I can come like this, but I know I don’t want him to stop. I want him to push me out of my comfort zone and take me out of my head. I bury my face in his fragrant shirt to muffle the moans pouring out of me.

His other hand trails into the hair at my nape, using it to pull my head back. “Look at me,” he growls, his voice low and commanding as he starts to finger fuck my ass harder.

I feel completely exposed to him. The more he pumps his fingers in and out of me, the more I feel myself slipping into a state of pure pleasure. It’s not just about what he’s doing to me. It’s about who he is and what I’ll let him do. My eyes go hazy, but I continue to look into his gray eyes, pupils blown with lust.

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