Page 81 of Mafia King of Lies

“Gladly.” I pull out, then slam back in, dropping my face to her neck as I thrust.

“Ah!” she cries.

“You okay?” I ask, teeth grazing her shoulder, voice tight with restraint.

Instead of answering, she wraps her legs around me and pulls me in deeper. “Don’t stop.”

Her nails dig into my back, and I obey—pounding into her, searching for that rhythm only our bodies know. “That’s it, baby,” I growl into her ear. “Take it. Take every inch of me.” Her cries rise with every thrust, raw and breathless.

I kiss her hard, swallowing every moan.

She’s still so innocent in some ways, but it’s intoxicating watching her unravel, learning her own hunger.

Our skin slaps together, sweat glistening under the dim light.

“Matteo,” she gasps. “I didn’t know it could feel like this.”

I fuck her harder, chasing the edge. Her face twists in pleasure, hair fanned out like a halo while I wreck her body beneath me.

“You like being filled like this, don’t you?” I growl, watching her fall apart. “Say it.”

“Yes… Matteo!” she screams, and that name—my name—on her lips undoes me.

“Say you want more.”

“Yes,” she whimpers, hips rolling up to meet me. “More. Fuck me harder, please. Use me, Matteo. Make me yours.”

I’m right there, held on the brink by her pulsing walls.

I don’t just want to come inside her—I want to pour every broken part of me into her, like she could make me whole again.

“Let go for me, Maria,” I growl, my thumb circling her clit. “I want to watch you fall apart.”

Her breath catches—and then she shatters.

She convulses beneath me, thighs trembling, pussy clenching my cock so tight it rips the orgasm from me too. I groan as I spill inside her, buried deep, riding the high with her.

She looks like freedom. Like peace. Like everything I never believed I deserved—until now.

We stay tangled for a long moment, our breathing ragged and heavy in the silence.

I brush a few strands of hair from her damp forehead, my eyes drinking in the soft flush of her face as I marvel at her beauty. Her eyes flutter open, heavy-lidded and warm, filled with a slow-burning mix of satisfaction and longing.

“That was…” she whispers, seemingly at a loss for words.

“Incredible,” I say, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

She smiles. “I didn’t know it could be like that between us. I hoped it would be. But this… this is more.”

She traces lazy circles on my chest. I pull her closer, her body melting into mine like she was made to fit the pieces I thought would stay broken forever.

There’s a world waiting for us—messy, dangerous, uncertain. But for now? For this breath, this night, this warmth between us?

Nothing else matters.

I close my eyes, her heartbeat steady against my chest, and for the first time in years… I find peace. Not just in her arms—but in the way she sees me. And still stays.

I jolt awake before dawn,reaching for Maria instinctively. My hand finds nothing but cold cotton sheets. My stomach plummets.

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