Page 59 of Auctioned To Her Dad's Mafia Enemies

“You don’t understand what you’ve done to me,Aemelia. You found your way inside my head. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can’tbreathe without thinking about you, without remembering your sweetness on mytongue, hearing the moans you made echoing around my skull. I shouldn’t wantyou this way…”

“I want you,” I tell him again, tugging at hissweater, desperate to get to the heat of him, the thickness of his muscles, thesmoothness of his skin. Beneath all the black clothes, his body has a softwarmth to it, like the sun couldn’t resist kissing him. Dark hair dusts hisrounded pecs and trails between the tight muscles of his abs, disappearing intothe waistband of his pants. I press my hand to the place where his heart isbeating erratically, and he remains still except for his ragged breathing.

“Aemelia.” My name has never sounded sotreasured on anyone’s lips.

“Touch me,” I tell him, and he groans like awounded animal.

His ruthless hands push up my shirt, baring mybreasts and cupping them gently, pushing them together while his thumbs brushover my nipples. I arch into his touch as it brings me to life between my legs.His mouth is an inferno that engulfs my nipple as his rough palm cups my softflesh, kneading it over and over in a desperate rhythm.

I’m lost and, at the same time, found. Adrift,yet anchored. He switches to the other side as my exposed nipple cools andhardens, and my body squirms beneath him.

This is what it’s supposed to be like. Nofumbling. No questions, just desire, longing, desperation, and craving.

He mouths down between my breasts, breathingme in as he goes, his tongue circling my navel, kisses pressed deep into mywarm, soft flesh. “Aemelia,” he groans, his fingers hooking into the sides ofmy panties. I bring my legs together to assist their removal, then wait for himto part me, the anticipation as good as physical touch. Gripping my knees, heopens my legs like a book, staring at my most private place, enraptured.

“You’re beautiful,” he tells me. “So pretty.”His fingers skim my dark curls over and over like he relishes their softness.He slides his rough hands up the outside of my thighs to my hips, digging histhumbs into the place where my body meets my legs, pulling me open just enoughto see inside my labia, where I’m pink and wet. Like last time, he doesn’trush, he just rests his mouth against me and breathes until I’m writhing andpanting, desperate for more friction.

“Please,” I beg, as he kisses my clit, overand over, so gently it makes the hairs rise on the back of my neck.

“I’m not going to rush this,” he says. “I wantto take my time… remember every moment.”

“Taste me,” I whisper. “Make me feel good.”

He lets the tip of his tongue circle my clitand I almost levitate. He laps lower, nudging inside a place that only Luca’sfinger has identified. “Fuck, Aemelia. Fuck. Yes.” My sex clenches and hegroans, maybe thinking about how tight it will be, wondering if I’ll want to gothat far.

My need to be filled is a new and thrillingone, the idea of my body opening to accept him is a craving I don’t understand.How is it possible to frantically want something you’ve never had?

I let my legs drop open wider, and his handsreach beneath me, tipping my hips like I’m a bowl to drink from, lapping andlapping at me like I’m nectar. I shudder, reaching for his hair, short and softbeneath my palms.Please, I think,but I don’t beg him. I don’t even know what to say. Fuck me. Break me. Takewhat no one else deserves to take. Mark me the way you marked that womanfifteen years ago. Make me a woman, too.

His finger trails over my clit, gently partingmy labia until he’s there, resting against my entrance. “That’s it. Just relax,sweet girl. Relax.” My pussy flutters with awareness and his breathing turnseven more ragged. His eyes meet mine, checking that I’m still with him. I flushhot with understanding. Then he eases inside me.

The stretch makes me arch my back and gasp.“Yes.”

Even just his finger feels huge as it twists,making me groan. He withdraws dragging against something just inside me thatmakes him shudder. My hymen, maybe. That disgusting doctor supposedly couldtell I’m still a virgin and thinking about him with his hand up my skirt,nodding, fills me with disgust.

But Antonio's touch has a very differenteffect.

“Aemelia,” he whispers.

“I want it,” I say. “I want you.”

I rise to reach for his belt, unfastening itwith shaky hands. He watches as I drag down his zipper and part the fabric,revealing the thick length of him beneath tight black boxer briefs. I let myknuckles trail over the heat, surprise making me gasp when it moves beneath myfingers. He’s only patient for a few seconds before he shoves off the last ofhis clothes until he's totally naked and I’m flushing at the sight. I didn’tknow a man could be so beautiful.

My heart rolls over and thuds erratically, asmy mouth goes dry at his perfection. I’ve never seen a man’s naked body before,but I know enough to see how potently masculine Antonio is. His cock is thickand long, jutting out between powerful thighs, and the muscles across his hipsangle into a sharp V. Higher, his body is packed with muscle which ripplesbeneath his olive skin. Tattoos mark him and beneath the scars this life hasinflicted carve out their story.

He’s devastatingly handsome. And terrifying,too.

This is a man who’s been fucking since beforeI was born. A man with more experience than I could ever possess, and I’minnocent. He fists his cock, pumping it up and down, rolling the skin tightagainst the head. His hungry expression softens as he notices me watching him withfear-wide eyes.

“Is it too much?” he asks. “Am I—"

“No,” I say. “I mean, I don’t know.”

“It will fit, kitten. Don't worry. I’ll goslow if you still want—”

“I do.”

He smiles and reaches for his wallet which hepulls from his discarded pants, retrieving a foil packet. “This will make iteasier, smoother.” With one animalistic motion, he tears that packet with histeeth and rolls the condom over his dick with practiced ease.

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