Page 91 of Mafia Don's Twisted Proposal
He gently pushes against my shoulders to make me lie back on the bed. His body presses down on mine, and my thighs spread around his hips. He brushes a strand of hair out of my face, the gesture loving and sweet in a way that makes my heart swell.
“Not the whole time,” he grumbles. “I didn’t have eyes in this place. You think your dad would be pissed if I set up a couple cameras to watch you?”
I laugh, not entirely sure if he’s being serious. “I think he might try to kill you for that. So let’s not try it.”
His lips curl. “It sounds like you like me.”
I slap his shoulder, rolling my eyes, but when he takes my lips in another scorching kiss, I surrender to the desire pulsing through me.
I don’t care that we’re in my father’s house. It was only a couple of days, but I missed him too.
And I need him more than ever.
34
LORENZO
Two dayswithout Mia nearly killed me.
My cock aches with need for her.
The fact that she’d nearly been taken from me again only amplified the hunger clawing at my insides. I’ve made my decision about her security—she’ll have protection twenty-four hours a day when she’s not with me. My heart can’t survive watching another man drag her away.
But right now, none of that matters.
Right now, she’s in my arms, and I’m going to worship every inch of her until she understands that walking away from this—from us—would be the biggest mistake of her life.
My tongue explores her mouth with the desperation of a man who’s been dying of thirst. The deep V-neck of her dress has been driving me insane all day as I watched her from the shadows, the swell of her breasts a constant reminder of what I was denied.
I break away from her mouth to trail my tongue down the center of her chest, my hands gripping her breasts and pushing them together until they threaten to spill from the confines of fabric. Her skin is silk under my tongue, warm and responsive, and when I grind my hips against her, the friction sends lightning through my nervous system.
“I’ve been starved,” I murmur against her skin, my voice rougher than I intended.
She makes a sound that’s part laugh, part moan. “Dramatic much?”
“You have no idea.”
I reach beneath her dress and grip the delicate fabric of her panties. One sharp tug and the seams give way, the ruined silk joining the growing pile of casualties on the floor.
“I can’t believe you did that,” she breathes, but there’s heat in her voice, not protest.
I lift my head from her breasts and flash her the grin that’s gotten me into more trouble than I care to count. “Wait until you see what I do next.”
Before she can respond, I’m rolling us over, pulling her until she’s straddling my waist, her hands braced against my chest. She sits up, hair falling in dark waves around her shoulders, lips swollen from my demanding kisses. The sight of her like this—already looking thoroughly debauched and completely mine—sends another bolt of need straight to my cock.
I grip her hips and guide her higher.
A knowing look flickers in her eyes as I shift beneath her, scooting down the mattress, positioning myself exactly where I want to be.
She lets out a breathless laugh. “You’re serious? Again?”
“I told you,” I growl, tightening my grip on her hips, “I want this every fucking day.”
Her hands catch the headboard as she adjusts, more confident this time, but still breathless. “You’re insatiable.”
“Only for you.”
I don’t wait for permission. I drag her down to my mouth and taste her like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do.
