Page 146 of Broken Mafia Prince
I leave him stammering his assurances that he’ll get it done and make my way out of the docks, eager to get back to the comfort of my apartment. I haven’t seen Giulia in a few days, and it feels like I’m going out of my skin. I don’t understand her worry about her father being alone; he’s a grown man who doesn’t give two fucks about her. As far as I’m concerned, Enrico and my father deserve to be alone, because all they ever do is destroy the people close to them.
I don’t want to see the woman I love destroyed because of her gradually declining hope that one day she’ll get back the father from her childhood days. The one that actually cared about her. I love her too much to tell her that she’s never getting that man back. Revenge and bitterness have snuffed out every hint of that man.
We have to take a short walk to get to our rides. Parking where we couldn’t be seen from the road was imperative, since everything about the meeting that just happened is not only off the record but also very illegal. If Jay opens his fat mouth, we’ll all be screwed, but the difference between us is that one of us will happily wave goodbye to this life, while the other will leave it in several pieces in a body bag.
Tommaso waits until I’m behind the wheel of my Jaguar before he climbs up on his Harley and slides his helmet into place. We speed away from the shelter of trees, side by side, until we get to where the road forks. I signal at him with my blinker before we part ways.
I’m already undoing the buttons on my shirt as I step into my apartment. A glance at my wristwatch shows that it’s almost midnight. Damn it. Giulia will be in bed by now. She hasn’t texted me in hours, so she must have fallen asleep.
Shrugging off my shirt, I push open my bedroom door and freeze.
Holy God in heaven.
“Surprise.”
On my bed, laid out like a vision, is my fiancée. All the blood in my body rushes south, cock filling and threatening to burst free of my slacks.
“Tell me it’s not a dream that you’re naked in my bed right now,” I rasp.
Her mouth spreads into a sly smile. “I’m not naked. I’m wearing this fantastic shade of lipstick. Do you like?”
I don’t know if she means the lipstick or everything about the scene in front of me, but my response is an unequivocal, “Fuck, yes.”
She crooks her finger at me, lowering her lashes to peek up at me. “Come here, then.”
I don’t need a second invitation, I reach for the buckle on my belt, yanking it off and shucking my pants. Naked, I approach the bed, belt still in hand. She eyes it with interest.
“What’s that for?”
I run my gaze over the hard point of her nipples, the way her chest is rising and falling with each breath, the gentle curve of her stomach, and the soft-looking triangle of groomed hair above her pussy. I grab both of her wrists with one hand and push them over her head, bending down to take her mouth in mine at the same time.
She makes a humming sound of contentment in her throat as my mouth closes over hers, biting, sucking, licking into her. I take her mouth like a barbarian on a plundering spree, enjoyingthe sweet taste of her, the way her tongue curls over mine, the way her body trembles beneath me.
I break the kiss to push her hands above her head. “Keep those wrists there.”
She nods, and then we are kissing again, even more hungry and desperate for each other. Even when it feels like there’s not enough air, I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.
“Please.” She tears her mouth away to pant the word, eyes two pools of desire.
“Fuck, baby, the things you do to me,” I admit. “I get so crazy over you. You make me crazy.”
“The feeling is mutual.” A daring light flashes in her eyes. “I want to try something.”
“Anything.” I don’t know a living, breathing man who could ever refuse to be used as her sexual test dummy. Unfortunately for them, they’re never going to get the chance.
“I want to be on top,” she whispers, suddenly looking shy.
Without another thought, I grab her by the waist and spin us around until she’s seated over me, knees on either side of my hips. Laughing, she throws her hands around my neck. Her laugh dies when her gaze takes in my twitching cock between us.
“Dear god,” she exhales.
A smile curves my mouth at her expression. No matter how many times she’s seen it, somehow, she still manages to be shocked by it. It’s both amusing and cute.
“What next, baby?” I bend my head to mouth at the crook of her neck while my hands cup her breasts, plucking at her hard nipples.
Her back bows, offering more of her to me. I replace one of my hands with her mouth, sucking her deep and feeling my cock twitch with excitement at her low sound of pleasure. Suddenly, her fingers fist into the back of my hair and she pulls me off her breasts.
“I’m in charge today,” Giulia announces.
