Page 87 of Mafia Don's Secret Heir
Encouraged, I take him deeper, my lips sliding over him, my tongue tracing every ridge and vein as I move. His groan this time is louder, his hips bucking slightly into my mouth, and I grip his base, holding him steady as I hollow my cheeks and take him further.
“Valentina,” he growls now, his hand finding my hair, tangling in the strands as his eyes finally open. They’re dark, heavy with lust as he looks down at me, and the heat in his gaze makes me shiver. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
I pull back just enough to smile up at him, stroking him slowly as I murmur, “Making you feel good.”
His jaw clenches, his fingers tightening in my hair as I take him into my mouth again, working him with my lips and tongue. His control slips quickly, his hips moving in time with me, his groans low and guttural as I suck him harder, faster.
“You’re too fucking good at this,” he mutters, his voice strained. “Do you know what you do to me? How crazy you make me?”
I hum around him, the vibration making him curse, his grip on my hair almost painful as he thrusts into my mouth. I let him, relaxing my throat, taking him as deep as he needs, my hands stroking what my lips can’t reach.
“Fuck, Valentina,” he groans, his head falling back against the pillow, his chest heaving. “You’re going to make me?—”
He doesn’t finish, his body tensing beneath me as he spills into my mouth, his release hot and thick. I swallow every drop, my tongue flicking over him one last time before I pull back, pressing a kiss to the tip as his grip on my hair loosens.
He looks down at me, his eyes blazing with a mix of satisfaction and something darker, more possessive. “You’re going to pay for that,” he growls, pulling me up onto the bed and flipping me onto my back.
I don’t have time to respond before his lips crash into mine, and I know the morning is only just beginning.
Luca’s kiss is searing, his lips claiming mine with a hunger that makes my head spin. His body presses me into the mattress, his weight heavy and grounding as his hands slide up my sides, gripping me like he can’t get enough. My breaths come in shallow gasps as he pulls back, his eyes dark and blazing with intent.
“You think you can get away with that?” he growls, his voice rough and commanding. His hand tangles in my hair, tugging my head back slightly so I can’t look anywhere but at him. “You think you can take me in your mouth like that, make me lose control, and I’ll just let you go?”
I shiver beneath him, his words igniting something deep and primal inside me. “Maybe,” I tease, my voice trembling but playful.
His lips curl into a dark, wicked smile. “Wrong answer.”
In one swift motion, he grabs my thighs, spreading them wide as he positions himself at my entrance. I’m already soaked, my body aching for him, and he doesn’t waste any time. With one hard thrust, he’s inside me, stretching me, filling me completely.
I cry out, my hands clutching at his shoulders as he pulls back and slams into me again, his movements unrelenting. “Fuck, Valentina,” he groans, his head falling to my shoulder fora moment before he looks at me again, his eyes burning with intensity. “You feel so goddamn good.”
“Luca,” I gasp, my body arching into him as he sets a brutal pace, each thrust harder, deeper, dragging against every sensitive spot inside me. The sounds of our bodies colliding fill the room, raw and primal, and I can barely hold on, my mind hazy with pleasure.
“You’re mine,” he growls, his hand sliding down to grip my hip, holding me in place as he pounds into me. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I cry, my nails digging into his back as he drives into me harder. “Only yours, Luca.”
“That’s right,” he mutters, leaning down to nip at my jaw, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just beneath my ear. “This pussy belongs to me. No one else will ever have you like this. No one else will ever hear the way you scream my name.”
“Only you,” I moan, my voice breaking as the tension builds low in my stomach, coiling tighter with every thrust. “Oh, God, Luca?—”
“That’s it,” he growls, his thrusts growing faster, more frantic, his grip on me tightening. “Come for me, Valentina. I want to feel you fall apart around me.”
His thumb finds my clit, circling roughly, perfectly, and the combination is devastating. My body clenches around him, my orgasm slamming into me with a force that leaves me breathless. I scream his name, my nails raking down his back as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he groans, his hips snapping against mine. “So fucking tight. So perfect.”
He thrusts into me one last time, burying himself deep as he lets go, his body shuddering against mine. His groan is low and guttural, his grip on me bruising as he spills into me, filling me completely.
We collapse together, his weight pressing me into the mattress as we both struggle to catch our breath. His lips brush against my temple, soft now, almost tender, and I feel the tension in my body melt away as he holds me close.
“Wow,” I laugh. “I could do with some food.”
“Let’s go.” He chuckles. “So could I.”
We dress and get down to the dining hall. The estate feels almost foreign without the lingering, spectral presence of Donna Maria. After everything that happened, she’s been exiled, a kind punishment given the extent of her treachery.
Candles flicker on the grand table, their golden glow dancing across the polished mahogany. The plates are laden with roasted meats, fresh pasta, and vegetables tossed in olive oil and herbs. A tower of tiramisu sits proudly at the center of the table.
