Page 46 of Mafia Don's Twisted Proposal
The words hit me right in the chest. I wasn’t fishing for compliments, but the way he says it makes me believe him completely.
“I noticed you,” he continues, running one finger down my chest between my breasts, “and I wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you.”
The mood shifts, the air between us crackling with electricity. When he captures my lips in a kiss that’s all heat and hunger, I forget everything else.
His hands slide into my wet hair, angling my head as he deepens the kiss, and I can feel just how much he wants me.
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LORENZO
Her taste is addicting.My new favorite thing.
I drag her closer, hands firm on her hips as she straddles me in the steaming water of the hot tub. Her skin is slick from the heat, her mouth warm and eager against mine. Every time she opens up to me, gives me something real, it sinks deeper than anything else ever has.
Tonight, it was her childhood. The way she said she always felt overlooked. Like she was invisible in her own home. That kind of truth shouldn’t turn me on, but it does. Because it means she’s letting me see her. The real her. And that makes me feel like I’d burn down the whole world just to keep her in my arms.
I slide one hand to her ass, gripping tight, guiding her forward until she presses against my cock. The water is hot, but she’s hotter. When I rock my hips upward, sliding between her folds, I groan into her mouth.
“Lorenzo,” she breathes, breaking our kiss and tilting her head back.
Christ. The way she says my name.
My mouth moves to her neck, her collarbone, and finally the soft swell of her breast. I take her nipple into my mouth and suck hard. She arches with a gasp, hands diving into my hair.
“Oh, yes...give it to me, Lorenzo.”
Usually, I’m the one in control. That’s what I’m good at. But not tonight. Not when she needs this. She needs to take what she wants. So I let her.
She shifts her hips, and the head of my cock finds her entrance. I keep my grip on her, eyes locked on her face as she slowly lowers herself onto me.
Fuck.
We stay like that for a heartbeat. Then another. The water churns around us, but the rest of the world fades. All I can see is her face. And what I see there steals my breath.
She starts to move, bracing her hands on my shoulders as she rides me, slow at first. Figuring out the angle, the pace. Her rhythm builds, smoother, bolder, and I let her take her time. Let her use me.
Her breasts bounce in front of me and I catch one with my mouth again, tongue teasing the peak until she moans. Her nails bite into my shoulders and she moves faster, hips grinding, pushing us both higher.
Water sloshes over the edge and soaks the patio, but I couldn’t care less.
“God,dolcezza,” I growl, thrusting up to meet her. “You feel too fucking good.”
She’s panting now, hair wild and wet, eyes glassy with need. I give her more, matching her pace with deep, punishing thrusts. Her body tightens around me like a vise.
“Lorenzo...I’m so close...”
I grip her hips and fuck her hard, my control unraveling as pleasure coils tight in my spine. She throws her head back and screams my name as she falls apart, clenching around me in pulsing waves.
That’s all it takes. I slam into her one last time and come hard, burying myself deep as every thought disappears except for her. Only her.
We stay like that, tangled in heat and steam, hearts racing.
Eventually, we climb out, dripping wet and quiet. She disappears inside into the bedroom to change. When I follow, she’s sitting on the bed, legs crossed, braiding her damp hair.
She’s wearing one of my T-shirts. It swallows her, but I like that. I like it more than I should.
I prefer her naked. But seeing her wrapped in something that belongs to me satisfies something primitive and possessive I don’t even try to hide anymore.
