Page 130 of Broken Mafia Prince
“You!” she screams.
“That’s right.” I cover one of her breasts with my hand, kneading it. “Not Alessandro, and not any other fucker out there.”
I thrust into her, and she screams again. I begin to move inside her.
“Harder, oh god. Fuck me harder.”
I oblige, moving my hips faster and faster. She meets me thrust for thrust, grinding down on my cock, chasing her pleasure. I hold myself over her with one arm and press my mouth down on hers again, swallowing all her cries, screams, mewls, and moans.
At the same time, I pluck at her hard nipples, switching between breasts to lavish them with equal attention.
The way Giulia responds to me is a thing of beauty. There’s nothing feigned or muted about how she arches into me, how the black of her pupils bleeds into the mesh of colors in her eyes, the desperate sounds she makes, how vocal she is about how she wants it. All of it only serves to make my blood sizzle in my veins.
She destroys all my self-control, turns me into a primitive animal with no other thought but the need to own.
“Fuck Raff, you feel so good,” she groans, clawing at my back and clinging to me.
“Come for me, Giulia.” I press the heel of my palm down against her clit. She lets out a low sound, and then she’s coming,body vibrating with the force of her orgasms. I feel my own pleasure gather at the base of my spine, and I join her a moment later.
I pull out of her and tie off the condom before tossing it into the nearby trash can. I gather her into my arms, rearranging us until she’s sprawled over me, half asleep already. I press a kiss to the top of her head while sweat dries on our bodies.
“I wish it could be like this every day,” she sighs.
“It can.”
She huffs. “We both know it can’t. I can’t sneak off to meet up with you every day. Eventually, someone will tail one of us, and it’ll get back to our fathers.” A long, exhausted sigh escapes her mouth. “Let’s just enjoy every moment we get together, I guess.”
But that’s the problem. No matter how much time I spend with her, it will never be enough. I’ll always want more, and anyway, we still have a lot of catching up to do after two years of not seeing each other. No way in hell will I get anything done knowing she’s in a bed somewhere across the city that’s not mine.
“I never want to go to bed without you by my side again.”
She raises her head and blinks at me, a sleepy smile on her face. “Mr. Gagliardi, that sounds a lot like a marriage proposal. Calm down before you give a girl high blood pressure.”
It’s only when she says it that everything clicks. “What if it is?”
Giulia stills, her eyes growing wide. “What do you mean?” She scrambles up until she’s seated astride me.
“I mean that we should get married.”
“Because you don’t want to sleep alone?”
A bark of laughter slips out of my mouth. “Because you’re the first girl I ever loved and the only woman I’ll ever love. Because being with you feels like finally finding the home I’ve been yearning for. Because I don’t want to go another day withouthaving my ring on your finger and knowing that you belong to me, body, heart, and soul. I want to love you for the rest of my life, Giulia Montanari.”
I want forever with her, but I have no idea how that’s supposed to happen if we’re to spend it stuck in this war. Is this what our life together will always look like? At that moment, I’m suddenly struck with the realization that I can’t have it both ways.
I can’t have the perfect life with her and still be a part of this war. Something has to give.
“I want a hundred more years with you.”
A giggle slips out of her mouth, and she stares at me with dancing eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Maybe.” I tuck her hair behind her ear. “But I know one thing—I don’t want to spend those years looking over my shoulder.”
Her smile fades just a little, and I see the thought settle in her mind, the same thought I’ve had for weeks. That no matter how much we want this, the war won’t let us have it.
“What are you saying?” she asks carefully.
I stare at her for a long moment. “What if we just left all of this behind? We could buy a house in Thailand, right by the sea. You’d take care of our kids and soak up the sun, and I’d go fishing, bring home the catch, and make barbecues for the family. We’d have friends over, laugh, and watch movies after the kids fall asleep.”
