Page 122 of Broken Mafia Prince
“In this apartment?” I press.
“With you,” she clarifies, taking a small, cautious step forward.
All hesitation disappears, and I close the gap between us with one long stride. I pull her into my arms, and she comes willingly, her mouth meeting mine in a kiss that feels like coming home after a long day outside.
“I missed you.” It’s only been a few hours since I was with her, but I know exactly what she means.
I’m glad she’s done with her worthless fiancé, and she’s here of her own volition without any second thoughts or doubts, but I also know that that ring on her hand wouldn’t have made much of a difference to me. She’s always been mine, and a piece of jewelry, no matter how costly, wasn’t going to change that.
She presses closer against me, gasping into my mouth as she feels my erection against her belly.
“Giulia, baby.” I drag my mouth away from hers and press a kiss to the corner of her jaw, inhaling her.
“Yes?” she whimpers.
“Tell me to stop,” I order her, mouthing against her neck. “This is the only chance you’ll get to stop this. So tell me to stop.”
Her only response is her leaning forward and joining our mouths again, a low, desperate moan echoing through her throat. My self-control snaps like a twig, and I’m on her like an animal a second later. Clutching her by the hips, I lift her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist.
I carry her up the stairs to my bedroom, dragging down the zipper at the back of her dress as we go. I drop her down on my bed, our mouths never losing contact, tongues dueling. My hands drag all over her figure, exploring. She’s filled out more since the last time we were together, her curves rounded against my hands.
I tear my mouth away and go to my knees, hurriedly undoing the buttons of my shirt and flinging it away while her gaze feasts over me. She bites down on her lower lip, lust blazing in her eyes.
I grab the neckline of her dress and pull it down her body, exposing a mint green underwear set. My mouth waters at the sight of the smooth expanse of skin.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so beautiful,” I tell her. I press open-mouthed kisses from the edge of her mouth down to her neck, dragging the flat of my tongue over her neck. She shivers, clinging to me.
I continue my descent, dragging down the lacy cup of her bra until her breast spills out, pink nipples hard. My cock jerks at the sight, and my mouth closes around the stiff flesh. Her back bows off the bed, offering me more of her, and I greedily suck on her, licking, biting, and drawing out decadent sounds from her mouth.
My hand closes over the other breast, kneading and plucking at the nipple.
“Please, please,” she cries, her long nails digging into my shoulders.
My mouth drifts down to her soft belly and then to the mound at the junction of her legs that’s covered with a light dusting of dark hair.
I breathe her in, my head going woozy as all the blood rushes south, my cock pressing painfully against the zipper of my slacks.
“Fuck, Giulia,” I growl against her. “I can smell your desire.”
“Oh god,” she pants. I glance up to see that her cheeks have gone red, and her thick lashes are lowered over her eyes. But even with them shielded from my view, I can still feel the lust shining out of them.
I cup her hot pussy, and she jerks, mouth slacking.
Holding her by the hip, I drag her closer to me and push her knees farther apart. Grabbing a pillow, I tuck it under her hip, keeping her elevated.
“Raff, please!” she cries out, frustration bleeding through her voice.
My hand comes down on her soaking center, and her eyes go wide. “W-what?—”
I spank her pussy again, and this time, she lets out a strangled moan.
“You knew I’d come for you,” I growl, dragging my thumb over her lower lip. “The second you saw that cufflink, you knew.”
Her breath hitches. “You wanted me to come for you. And now I have.”
“You shouldn’t have walked out on us, you shouldn’t have run from me. You denied us two perfect years together,” I growl at her, grinding the heel of my palm against her clit.
She writhes, grinding against it for more of the pressure, but I take my hand away.
