Page 71 of Dark Mafia Heir

“You shouldn’t be here,gattina. You should be resting.”

Vivienne faces me fully, tugging on the loose shirt that hangs above her thighs. “I tried to sleep but couldn’t. I was waiting for you to come back.”

I cross the room, closing the distance, keeping us apart. There’s something eerily calm about her that unsettles me. Brushing my hand against her cheek, I tilt her chin up. “How are you? Are you feeling dizzy? Does your head hurt?”

She shakes her head. “Luca had a doctor come over. I’m better now.”

Her eyes widen as her gaze shifts to my shirt, stained with blood.

“There’s...”

“I handled it.”

“You handled. . .

“I didn’t kill them. I just gave them a good lesson. They’ll never come near you again.”

The relief on her face makes me glad I didn’t kill those idiots.

” Her eyes meet mine, and understanding fills them. I don’t expect her to burst out in tears, and I stiffen when her head collapses against my chest.

“Antonio, I thought I was going to die.”

“Ssh.” I rub her back, soothing her the best way I know how. My heart clenches at the tears shimmering in her eyes. “You’re not going anywhere. I’m not going to let that happen ever again, you hear me? I’ll be by your side to protect you, I swear it, Vivienne.”

She’s still wreaking with sobs, fisting my shirt tightly like she’s scared to let go.

I place my hand over hers and, slowly, peel her fingers away to get her attention, and when she looks up, I do what I should have done the second I walked through that door:

I kiss her.

With slight hiccups, she sighs, closes her eyes, and wraps her arms around my neck. Gripping her hips, effortlessly, I lift her from the ground, and she locks me in with her legs around my waist. Cupping her bare ass underneath her clothes, I squeeze, and I break our lips apart briefly to kiss the tears from her eyes.

“Nio…”

My lips find hers again, and I’m gentle, sucking on each of her lips with a tenderness I have known myself to be capable of. I feel the strength in her grip, the vulnerability in her embrace, and the possession oozing all over her from the way she holds me close.

She breathes against my lips, runs her fingers into my hair, and when her palm connects with my scalp, I groan against her mouth.

My cock pulses in my pants, a rush of ice and warmth enveloping me at the same time. My skin rises in gooseflesh, and my heart thumps against my chest walls echoing her name over and over again.

I can’t count the number of times Vivienne and I have had sex, and there have been variations: rough, wild, angry, passionate. But never. . . this.

Now, she kisses me like she can’t get enough, holds me like the most precious diamond she has, and I take her like we have all the time in the world.

Laying her on the bed, she reaches for my shirt and rips it open. A few buttons pop out, and when I look at her, she shrugs. “I can’t . . . It’s just. . .Her blood.” And I understand.

No more words need to be said, and we don’t bother taking off the rest of our clothes tonight. The burning need to connect is more overwhelming than foreplay.

Nudging her shin with my knee, her legs spread wider, and my breathing escalates at the wet sight of glistening pink between her thighs.

I take my erection out, holding her close to me, when I slide inside her. Pressing my mouth over hers, I swallow her gasp before it escapes.

Her nails dig into my bare shoulders, her soft cries sounding like a melody to my ears. Slowly, she whines her hips, taking me in, and I jerk forward, filling her up. I press closer, feeling her every breath, every pulse beneath me as we move together.

She shudders beneath me.

Her hands grip my hips, nails dig into my skin, pulling me deeper, harder, like she’s afraid if she lets go, this moment will slip through her fingers.

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