Page 11 of Mafia Don's Twisted Proposal
I trail my lips along her jaw, finding that sensitive spot where her pulse flutters like a trapped bird. “God, Mia...”
She’s writhing against my leg now, her hips moving in a rhythm that’s driving me insane. I I want her like I’ve never wanted anything.
I pull down one strap of her tank top, exposing a perfect breast. Her nipple is hard, begging for attention. I take it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive peak.
“Oh, my God...” Her voice breaks on a moan.
I need more. Need to taste all of her.
Spinning us around, I push her back onto the bed. She stares up at me, pupils wide with desire. I cover her body with mine, lavish attention on her other breast while my hand slides into her shorts.
She’s soaked. Ready.
Two fingers easily slip inside her, and she arches off the bed like I’ve electrocuted her. Her legs fall open, giving me complete access to her heat.
“Lorenzo...” The way she says my name, needy and desperate, nearly undoes me.
My cock strains against my pants, demanding attention. But right now, all I care about is watching her fall apart.
I pump my fingers in and out, grinding my palm against her clit. She’s close. I can feel it in the way her walls flutter around my fingers.
“Come for me, wife,” I growl, the possessive endearment sending heat straight to my groin. “Let go. Let me hear you.”
Defiance flickers in her eyes, but then I suck her nipple hard, and she shatters. My name tears from her throat as she comes apart in my hands, her pussy clamping down on my fingers.
I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
Withdrawing my fingers, I bring them to my mouth and lick them clean while she watches. “So sweet,dolcezza.”
Her breathing’s still ragged, but her eyes are already clearing. Already thinking.
“Hope you’re ready for more,” I murmur, reaching for my belt. “Time to consummate this marriage properly.”
5
MIA
The orgasm Lorenzojust gave me unlocks more than just pleasure, it unlocks memories. Flash after flash of last night hits me in waves, filling in the blanks my hangover left behind.
Him at that corner table, amber liquid in his glass, eyes tracking my every move like a predator watching prey. Dancing with his hands burning through the fabric of my dress, thinking about how those same hands would feel on bare skin. The way he fed me wedding cake from his fork, the intimacy making my stomach flip even as champagne bubbled in my veins.
I wanted him last night. Planned to take him back to my room for what I thought would be the perfect vacation fling—hot older man, one incredible night, then back to reality.
Instead, I’m apparently married to him.
And he wants to consummate it.
I should push him away. Should scramble off this bed, grab my dignity, and run for the hills. But I’ve never burned like this before, never felt need claw at me so desperately. When he licksmy wetness from his fingers, my core clenches like it’s already mourning the loss of his touch.
I want more. Need more.
God help me, I want the sex I fantasized about before everything went sideways.
Lorenzo stands and starts undressing, and I give him my full attention like it’s a religious experience. His shirt hits the floor, revealing lean muscle and tattooed skin that makes my mouth water. I want to trace every line of ink with my tongue.
Then his pants join the shirt, boxers following, and his thick cock springs free.
I lick my lips without thinking.
