Page 32 of Mafia Don's Twisted Proposal
“More. Convince me.”
She sits up, still touching herself, her voice shaking. “Lorenzo, I need you. Please, fuck me. I’ve never felt so empty and I need you to fix it. I want you so deep I feel it for days. Please, husband. I’m aching for you.”
My control snaps.
I push her flat and bury myself inside her in one rough thrust. She cries out beneath me—tight, wet, perfect.
Her legs wrap around my waist as I drive into her, my arms sliding under and up to hold her shoulders, keeping her right where I want her.
“Yes!” she screams. “You’re so deep. Fuck me!”
I feel like a wild animal as I rut into her, my mouth finding her throat, nipping and sucking hard enough to leave marks. That’swhat I want, to mark her in every way I can. So even if she dares to take off those fucking wedding rings again, she can never escape my ownership because it’s imprinted on her skin.
“Lorenzo!” She cries out my name just before I feel her pussy spasm around my cock.
As she shakes and rakes her nails down my back, I keep fucking her through her climax. When the waves subside, I pull out just long enough to flip her over, fisting my cock slick from her orgasm before pounding back into her from behind.
“Fuck,” I growl, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. “You’re even tighter like this. I’m going to ruin this pussy every single day.”
Her hands fist the bedsheets, dark hair falling in wild waves down her back. I can’t resist wrapping it around my fist as I piston in and out of her. The sound of our bodies slapping together is nearly obscene, but I love it—wet and rough and so good that pressure builds deep inside me, ready to erupt.
Pulling on her hair and wrapping an arm around her torso, I pull her up onto her knees, her back pressed against my chest. My hands cup her bouncing breasts as she reaches back to hold onto my neck, turning her head to kiss me while I’m still fucking her.
“If you’re going to come again, baby, now’s the time,” I say, feeling my balls draw up tight. “I’m about to fill you up.”
She makes a low, whining sound and reaches between her legs, finding her clit. Almost as soon as she touches it, she explodes again, bucking violently against me. I lose my grip, and she falls forward onto her belly.
The sound I make is inhuman as I thrust deep one more time and hold still, my orgasm rushing forward, filling her up.
Fuck, I wish she wasn’t on birth control.
The thought slams into me, wild and instinctual. I’d learned about the pills when I searched her hotel room before we officially met. I was glad at the time, since it meant I could fuck her bare without worrying about consequences. But now...now the thought of Mia swollen with my child makes me feel feral.
A living brand. A part of me she could never walk away from.
“Mia,” I rasp, rolling my hips as aftershocks shudder through me. “My Mia. My wife.”
She just moans, trembling after two consecutive orgasms.
“Maybe I should misbehave more often,” she says when I finally pull out.
I give her ass a playful swat, and she yelps, jerking away with a glare. Clearly still feeling the effects of that spanking.
I just grin, unapologetic, and head to the bathroom, returning with a damp cloth to clean her up.
“I can do it,” she says, embarrassed like she was when I kissed her reddened cheeks.
I just chuckle. She’ll learn to be completely comfortable with me soon enough.
After disposing of the cloth, I return to bed. We lie together, naked and cooling down, our breathing gradually syncing as we relax into each other. She fits against me perfectly, like she’s always belonged here.
I’m never letting her go.
I’m not sure how much time passes before she lifts her head, open curiosity on her face.
“Tell me about yourself, Lorenzo. How did you get into this life?”
My body tenses at the question. On the surface, it’s easy to answer, but it opens doors to my childhood, territory I rarely visit. Some shit is better left buried.
