Page 317 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

But…she really doesn’t.

And since I can’t explain the reasons why, I do the next best thing and smother her mouth with the deep-seated passion that’s been rippling through me since she barreled into my life.

I grasp the sides of her face, plunging my tongue into her eager mouth. She lets out a low moan as our tongues tangle together, the coiling heat blasting through my insides. Bella, thankfully, senses she’s about to get edged out and she jumps to the other side of the couch.

She’s damn perceptive for a puppy.

I lean Chella backward against the cushion, straddling her as I lift the t-shirt over her head. I bury my head in her neck, teasing the sensitive area behind her ear with my tongue. Her body arches, her lush tits pressed against my chest.

“Roman,” she murmurs, her eyes fluttering open.

My lips curl upward as I wrap my arms around her, holding her close enough to feel her heartbeat hammering against me. My cock jumps as she slides my shorts to my ankles, freeing me from the fabric. With trembling fingers, I do the same to her, pulling off the shorts I’d given her before breakfast. I slide my hands down the sides of her slim torso, her skin pebbled with goosebumps as I run the pads of my fingers over her curves. The head of my dick is swollen, aching, and ready to explode into her. I dip my head lower, capturing her lips with my tongue and teeth as I press into her slick opening. Her wet heat blankets me, her body drawing me farther inside of her. I thrust into her with long, slow strokes, the kind that made her body quiver and quake last night and earlier this morning.

I know what she likes.

I know what she needs.

I slide in and out, dragging the top of my shaft against her clit with every push and pull. Her legs tighten around me as I drive deeper. She meets every one of my thrusts, rotating her hips against mine and making my balls ache for release.

Her nails dig into my back, lancing the flesh as I fuck her sweet pussy. She screams out, clawing and pinching and wailing as I hit her spot, over and over and over until her body tenses up, her quivering lips clamping around my dick as tremors rocket through her.

And only a few thrusts later, I finally let the explosion erupt. I clench my teeth, roaring as the orgasm tears through me, practically splitting me in two with its force.

I have nothing left.

And yet, I have it all.

I collapse on top of Chella, letting my head fall onto her shoulder. She runs her hands through my hair and I shiver at her touch. “Your fingers feel a lot nicer now than they did a few minutes ago. You were like fucking Freddy Krueger with those nails slicing and dicing my back.”

“Sorry not sorry,” she whispers. “Besides, I thought you liked it rough?”

“Did I ever tell you that?”

“Well, after last night and this morning, I just kind of assumed…”

I chuckle. “I think you like it the same way.”

Her eyes glimmer in the overhead light. “Only with you,” she says softly.

I trace the outline of her lips with my forefinger before covering them with my own. It’s like a magnet to steel — the pull is too strong and I have no desire to escape.

I open her lips with my tongue, my pulse throbbing against my neck as my cock jerks.

Jesus, just kissing her has me hard again.

This hunger, this ache…only she can satisfy it.

And that’s when the nagging reminder about my terse call with Matteo flashes across my mind.

Bad fucking timing.

My brother’s angry face is enough to make my dick go limp in a hot second, and there go my plans for round four. I pull slightly away, expelling a sharp breath.

“What’s wrong?” she asks. “I just lost you.”

“No, it’s nothing, I just…ahh!” I jump as something cold and wet assaults the bottom of my foot.

Chella giggles because she can see that it’s Bella attacking my foot like it’s a piece of filet mignon. “Aww, she loves you. Dogs kiss you like that to show affection.”

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