Page 21 of Mafia Heiress
“You’re so fucking tight. I might not be able to hold on for long.”
“I will come again.”
He grabs my hair in his hand, contorting my back to him. He bites my shoulder and licks my ear. “I tell you when you can come.”
I growl, my pleasure heightening. “Show me what you got.”
He pumps into me using my hair for leverage, the slapping of skin on skin echoing around the open space.
I reach down and touch my clit, rubbing small circles, feeling his balls smack me with every thrust. Sex with Ciro is unbelievable. A girl could get used to this for the rest of her life.
“Ready to come,bella?”
“Yes.”
My voice is guttural, animalistic.
He releases my hair and smacks my ass. The sting makes me call out. He pumps harder, having me brace myself on the couch before I let go. I squeeze my clit and my orgasm rips through me like an explosion of stars. The wave of ecstasy crashing into me over and over.
He thrusts a few more times before he roars his own release, filling me with his seed. Thank God, I’m on the pill.
He grabs me, pressing my back to his front. He pulls out with a hiss, but doesn’t let go. He kisses down my neck and kneads my breasts.
“I should go.”
“Yeah you should.”
* * *
Dante arrives three hours later,bag in hand and scowl on his face. I imagine this isn’t what he had in mind for our first date.
“The spare bedroom is the second door on the left,” I say, walking back over to the TV and pressing play. I never get to watch Netflix and I’m behind on quite a few shows.
“I’m sleeping with you. I can take the floor if it will make you feel more comfortable.”
“No, you’re not. I’m very capable of taking care of myself. There’s no need to get all crazy.”
“You don’t have a choice, Jack. I can’t protect you if I’m not there.” He holds his hand up before I can object. I click my jaw shut but give him the evil eye.
“Really?”
“I was in the military before I came back home. I’m the best you’ve got right now. A trained killer, not one from the streets. Let me take care of you.”
“Well, when you put it that way.”
He smiles and walks down the hallway to the bedrooms. I turn back on the TV, but my mind isn’t in it. It’s consumed by the man that’s made himself at home. He’s impossibly gorgeous, and even though I just fucked Ciro, I can’t help to think what it would be like to be with Dante.
“How are you holding up?” he asks, taking a seat on the couch next to me.
“Angry. Frustrated I’m not out there killing people.”
“You’ll get your revenge, and we’ll get your father back. Ciro and Marcello can take care of it.”
“It’s not their job. I’m the eldest and therefore the one who this falls on. My brothers are too young.”
“They don’t expect a woman to do anything.”
I grit my teeth and walk to the kitchen. This conversation needs booze and cupcakes. I used a delivery service right after Ciro left. I wasn’t going to have an empty fridge.
