Page 118 of Broken Mafia Bride
“Holy shit,” we chorus, breathing hard. I don’t know how, but being with Giulia somehow manages to feel even better than the last time. There will never be a time in my life when I won’t want to be like this with her. The magnetism between us is constantly pulsing with life.
We fit together, perfectly made for each other. We make sense. Her pussy spasms around me, and a guttural groan escapes my mouth. I have to squeeze my eyes shut and try to distract myself, but it only takes the edge off a little bit. I still feel like I’m about to combust… and I haven’t even started to move yet.
I grip her by her hip, pulling her lower half further into me, and then I twist my hips back and slam into her. This time around, she screams. I hope Marco is hearing this and gnashing his teeth in envy.
I hope he knows that he could never make Giulia scream this loud. Over my dead body will I even let him try.
I roll my hips back again and thrust into her. I slap a hand over her mouth to muffle her next scream. I continue to pound into her, fast, hard, relentless. Her hips push back, meeting me thrust for thrust, just as desperate to be reminded of who owns her.
“I own you,” I tell her. “You’re mine and I’m yours. There will never be another person. No one else will ever touch you. And the next time Marco kisses you, he’ll spend the rest of his life feeding from tubes.”
“Raff…” A long, drawn-out, muffled groan is her only response.
I fuck her until she can barely scream anymore, just low whimpers, soundless cries, body trembling with the need to come, and still, I keep her on the very edge, driving her wilder, to insanity and back. I want her to feel me for days, weeks, a constant reminder that Marco isn’t even allowed to breathe the same air as her.
Finally, I reach down and flick my finger against her clit, again and again. When I feel my balls draw up, the orgasm buzzing at the base of my spine, that’s when I pinch the bundle of nerves at the top of her mound.
She explodes with my name on her mouth, and I’m right there with her, pumping her full of my cum. The caveman part of me wants to push her down to the ground to make sure it stays inside of her.
I’m still inside her as we catch our breaths, sweat cooling on our bodies. I press small, open-mouthed kisses along her shoulder. That urgent buzz to be joined to her has faded to a dull hum now.
“I want everyone to know that you’re mine,” I tell her.
She snorts weakly. “I don’t think there’s anyone who’s still in doubt.”
“What did Marty want?”
Giulia chuckles lightly. “Don’t be a baby. You know his name is Marco.” She pauses, the atmosphere suddenly going from content to terse and somber. “Marco was here for something important, though.”
I doubt that bastard was here for any reason other than trying to get into her panties. “Hmm? What?”
She sighs, then turns to face me, eyes meeting mine. I stiffen at the hardness in them, and I have a bad feeling about what she’s about to say. Trepidation crawls down my spine.
Pain flashes in her eyes for a split second. “Lucio is behind Noemi’s disappearance.”
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GIULIA
There’s a stretched moment of silence following my words before he begins to set my clothes to right and fixes up his pants.
“Come on, we need to talk.” He takes my hand and pulls me further along the side of the house. We walk past the garden and finally stop at the large tree with the swing attached to it.
I shiver a little as cool air whips past me. I’m not surprised when he shrugs out of his jacket and wraps it around my shoulders. I tug it closer around me, trying not to sniff at it like a creep.
Standing here with Raffaele, all I can think about is stepping up into his arms and letting him kiss me so I can just forget about everything. I want to go back to a time when I had no idea that my own grandfather is a monster. But I also know that living in the dark won’t do Noemi any favors.
I hate that my trust has once again been betrayed by another man who I thought was on my side. Just the other day, I was full of tentative hope about the future.
“After my father and I talked, and he made it clear that he supports whatever I choose to do, I stupidly assumed it would be all rainbows and flowers from then on.”
“What do you mean by that? What have you heard?” Raffaele’s words break through my thoughts.
I shake my head. “It’s not about what I’ve heard,” I tell him, pulling out my phone and navigating to my photo gallery before handing it to him. “I came across some evidence.”
He accepts the phone and stills. “What the fuck is this?”
“Those aren’t the only ones,” I say. “I only have a few, but there were hundreds of them in a folder in his office, Raff. Lucio’s been stalking me from the start.”
