Page 123 of Broken Mafia Prince
“Raff,” she groans, throwing her head back.
Sweat beads down her face, and I almost feel bad for her. Almost. But she deserves it; she deserves to be toyed with for depriving us of this and ever saying yes to marrying someone else. How could she ever think she belongs to someone else?
I push two fingers into her and she screams, almost flying off the bed.
“Yes! Yes.”
“Fuck yourself on my fingers,” I order her. “Show me how desperate you are for it.”
Uncertainty flickers in her eyes, and I’m reminded that, despite the confidence that always emanates from her, she may still be new to this. But I need to know.
“Did you give yourself to that jerk?” Her eyes snap open, wide with shock. “Answer me, Giulia.”
“I…”
I’ll kill him if he took what’s mine.
“No, Raffaele. It’s always been you.”
The words go off like alarms in my head.
She is mine. Mine to own. Mine to defile.
“Come on, baby,” I whisper into her ear. “I’m going to make this feel so good for you. You came all this way for me. For this. For us. Take what you need.” And then she begins to rock against my hand, neck straining, mouth gaping wide, breasts bouncing.
My cock is an aching steel rod in my pants, but I can’t look away from her long enough to be bothered with it.
She’s glorious.
“Oh my god,” she grunts.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes snap to mine, the green in them more pronounced. She’s too far gone to feel any embarrassment now.
I pull my fingers out of the tight heat of her, imagining how she’s going to strangle my cock.
I want to taste her again, but I want to be buried to the hilt inside her more, so I settle for sucking my fingers coated in her juices into my mouth.
“Fuck me,” she begs breathlessly.
I can’t wait anymore. I reach down for the heavy head of my belt buckle, and in seconds, it comes undone.
I grasp the zipper of my pants, and the sound echoes through the room. I step away from the bed to shuck off my pants, my boxer briefs following next.
“Raffaele,” she breathes out, eyes wide as they take in my straining length. I watch in amusement as she closes her thighs together and her tongue drags over her lower lip.
I climb back onto the bed and grasp the string of her panties. She raises her hips, allowing me to drag the underwear down her legs and off. I push them open and settle in between her legs.
I drag one finger over her wet slit and push it into her. She lets out a shocked gasp.
“More!” she croaks.
“Do you want me to fill you up, Giulia? Pump you full of my cum until you’re leaking it for days?”
“Yes!” she breathes out.
“Yes, what?”
