Page 141 of Broken Mafia Prince
“Holy fuck, that was amazing,” Giulia sighs. “Let’s do it again.”
I laugh, pulling out of her slowly. She winces as my cock slips out of her, our gazes drawn in unison to where my cum is dripping out of her. I gather the leaking cum and push it back into her. She moans, causing my spent cock to twitch.
When my eyes meet hers, I see that her eyes are dark with desire. I’m about to reach for her again when the sound of someone’s footstep against the cobbled pathway reaches my ear. In a flash, I’ve reached for the sharp dagger tucked into the inside of my suit jacket, when I hear a familiar voice.
“Giulia, are you there?” Isa’s voice calls out.
“Shit, it’s my cousin.” Giulia pushes away from my hold and reaches for her dress. Before her fingers can make contact with it, I snatch it away and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her into one last kiss.
“Are you there?” Isa calls out again.
“Coming,” Giulia responds, shooting me a chiding look. She rips the dress out of my hand and drags it up her legs and over her hips, offering me her back to do her zipper up.
“My hair is a mess,” she whines, trying to smooth it back into something passable. “Everybody is going to take one look at me and know exactly what I’ve been up to.”
She stills, face draining of blood. “Oh god, we didn’t even use a condom.”
“So what?” I ask, amused.
“So what!” she hisses. “That was very irresponsible! I’m going to be leaking you for the rest of the night, but that’s beside the point—you could have just gotten me pregnant.”
In the past, the thought of having a child would have filled me with dread, but as I watch her dissolve into panic, I find that I’m unbothered about it. A little eager for it, maybe.
“We’re getting married,” I point out.
“We aren’t married right now,” she argues.
I lean forward and cup her face. She goes still, staring up at me with big, trusting eyes. “But we’ll be married, and I want to have kids with you. Unless you don’t want to.”
“I want to, but?—”
“Then you have nothing to be worried about. If it happens, we’ll deal with it. Together. That’s the most important part. Okay?”
She nods. “Okay.”
“Good.”
“Not good. I still look a mess.” She shoots me a narrow-eyed glare, pulling out her lipstick from her discarded purse.
I pull my pants up and drag a hand over my hair, smoothing it back in place. The whole time, she stares at me like I’m doing some kind of voodoo. It takes me less than a minute to get myself back into perfect order.
Her face twists up. “I hate you so much.”
I smirk down at her. “Later, baby. I’ll come find you.” I bring my palm down on her delectable behind. Ignoring the flames shooting out of her eyes, I turn and make my way out of the small space.
Isabella looks startled when she sees me. “Oh, you’re here.”
“Hello, Isa.” I nod when I walk past her.
The event is backin full swing, and I’m relieved to see that the families didn’t murder each other when we were gone. I catch Tommaso’s eyes from across the field, and he shoots me a look before returning to the conversation he’s having. I know he knows exactly what I’ve been up to, and he doesn’t approve. It’s a good thing that he answers to me and not the other way around.
“Ah, Raffaele,” someone calls. I glance up to see that it’s one of the older men from another family. Pasting on a smile, I allow him to pull me into a conversation with some of the others about how the younger men are no longer interested in pure coke.
My focus is only half on what the men are saying, the other half… Well, if I’m being honest, more than half is on Giulia, laughing with some of the other women. From the corner of my eye, I can see some assholes watching her and gathering the urge to approach her.
I’m tempted to go over to where she’s standing, wrap my arms around her waist, and growl at any other male like a rabid dog. I don’t blame them for wanting her, though. She’s by far the most beautiful woman here, with a body that oozes sensuality and a laugh that could thaw the frostiest heart. I have no doubt that that asshole Enrico is probably already in discussions to sell her off to another man.
Over my dead body.
