Page 92 of Mafia Don's Twisted Proposal
The first stroke of my tongue draws a long moan from deep in her throat.
“Oh my God,” she breathes, lowering herself until I can rest my head against the mattress and feast in proper comfort.
And feast I do.
My mouth explores every inch of her like I’m mapping uncharted territory. I kiss the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, drag my tongue through her wetness, circle her clit with deliberate precision. She’s trembling above me, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but as pleasure builds inside her, her legs give out completely.
Perfect.
Now she’s sitting directly on my face, giving me uninhibited access to every part of her sweet pussy, and I take ruthless advantage. Her cries echo through the room—thank God Miguelhas already left the house because I don’t need another reason for the man to hate me.
“Lorenzo...I’m so close...”
My name falls from her lips like a prayer, breathless and desperate, and I want to hear that exact sound every night for the rest of my life. I slip two fingers inside her while my tongue works her clit, and when she screams my name as she comes apart, one hand fisting in my hair while she rocks against my mouth, I nearly lose control completely.
The sight of her riding my face, completely lost to pleasure, is so fucking beautiful it takes every ounce of self-control I possess not to come in my pants like some inexperienced teenager.
I move her onto her stomach before I lose what’s left of my restraint, stripping out of my clothes with record speed. When I push up the skirt of her dress, though, I realize I want her completely naked. Need to see every inch of her skin, need nothing between us.
“Take off the dress,” I command, stroking my cock as she rises to her knees and pulls the fabric over her head.
The second she’s back on all fours, I drive into her with a thrust that makes us both cry out. The sensation of being inside her again after two days of deprivation is overwhelming—like coming home after being lost in the wilderness.
“Holy shit, Mia,” I breathe, gripping her hips to steady myself. “Nothing feels as good as you.”
Her back arches, head tilting until her hair falls in a dark curtain around her shoulders. I hold her as I move inside her, butthis isn’t the rough, desperate taking I usually default to. These thrusts are steady, deep, deliberate.
I’m taking my time because this isn’t just physical pleasure coursing through my veins. It’s connection. Recognition. The soul-deep certainty that this woman belongs to me in ways that transcend legal documents or wedding rings.
My hands roam everywhere I can reach—up her sides, cupping her breasts from behind, nudging her head to the side so I can lean forward and capture her mouth in a kiss.
This is what love feels like, I realize dimly. This overwhelming need to be as close as possible, to share breath and heartbeat and the space between one moment and the next.
We reach our peak together, my body shuddering as I release inside her while her name tears from my throat.
Afterward, we lie facing each other on top of the covers, skin cooling in the warm air. She traces patterns on my chest with fingertips that barely whisper across my skin, but even that light touch sends electricity racing through me.
I like that she’s comfortable enough to touch me however she wants. Like she’s finally realized that every part of me belongs to her, despite how we got here.
The family business will always be near the top of my list of priorities. It has to be. But Mia? She’s claimed the number one spot.
Which is why I know what I have to do.
The words are going to rip my heart out, but I have to think of her first. I have to give her the choice I stole from her, even if she makes a decision that destroys me.
“Mia, there’s something I want to talk to you about.”
She arches an eyebrow, that small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Sounds serious. Can’t it wait? After what we just did, I’m not sure I’m in the mood for serious conversations.”
I shake my head, forcing myself to meet her eyes. “I’m sorry, baby, but we need to discuss this now. I’m trying to earn your forgiveness the right way, and I’ve recently realized what I need to do to make that happen.”
“This should be interesting.”
I take her hand, threading our fingers together like I can anchor myself to this moment before everything changes. “I want you to know that no matter what you decide, you’re it for me. I’m completely gone, Mia. I think I’ll always watch you, always want you. But there is one thing I can do for you.”
“What is it?”
The breath I take feels like swallowing glass. “I can give you a divorce.”
