Page 93 of Broken Mafia Prince
Her taste hits me like ambrosia, and my head swirls. I pull her down until she’s seated on my face, and then I feast like she’s my last meal, getting drunk on the taste of her, the desperate cries that fall from her mouth as my tongue strokes into her.
Giulia bends over me, one hand supporting her body and the other wrapping around the base of my erection. Her mouth covers the head of me, sucking me deep. I falter, pleasure shooting up my body.
I hum when she begins to take more of me into her mouth, slow and tentative but not any less sure of her motive.
She makes a choking sound when I’m halfway into her mouth, the sound driving my body higher. I know I won’t last long, not with her sucking on me like I’m her favorite lollipop. What Giulia lacks in skill, she more than makes up for in exuberance.
Even though I want to take my time savoring her, I know that I have to make her come first.
I suck on the little sensitive bud at the top of her mound and a full-body shudder runs down her body. She moans around me, the sound vibrating down my spine. I clutch her tighter, eating, sucking, and licking at her.
My mouth closes around her clit just as she begins to bob on my dick, hands squeezing me tighter. My balls draw up tighter and I growl, curling my tongue around her clit. She starts to rock against my face, pushing into me with gusto.
I lash my tongue against her, while she starts sucking on my head with loud, slurping sounds.
“Raffaele,” she tears her mouth away to scream when I suck on her clit harder this time. “Oh god, please. Please!”
Her hands continue to work me, moving up and down faster and faster.
“I’m coming,” she cries, throwing her head back.
I reach down for where her hand is wrapped around my base and wrap mine around hers. I continue to eat her as she trembles and begins to come, body twitching as her orgasm washes through her.
“Raffaele. Raffaele! Yes. Oh fuck, yes,” she chants. I don’t stop fucking my tongue up into her until one orgasm begins to roll into another one. My balls draw up tight, and my spine tingles as I finally begin to come.
It feels like my body is a firework, exploding into a kaleidoscope of light and colors.
Finally, we both go still, breathing hard as we attempt to come back down from the incredible high. Giulia crawls away from me and rearranges herself so she can collapse into me, head tucked under my jaw. I grip her face and raise her mouth into a filthy, lazy kiss.
She pulls away slowly, and then her eyes meet mine. Gone is the sparking lust, and in its place is worry. My chest tightens at the look on her face, and I want to kiss her hard enough to wipe it away, hard enough to continue to keep the outside world at bay.
“This won’t end well, will it?” she asks softly.
I want to assure her that it will, that everything will be okay. Anything at all to erase that look on her face, but she’s not stupid, nor will I insult her intelligence with such a bald-faced lie. “I don’t know how this ends. What I know is that I want you with me at the end of it. I’m going to end this war, and give you the life you want, the safety, the sanity.”
“How?” she asks doubtfully.
“Have some faith in me,” I tell her. “Do you trust me?”
Her eyes never leave mine, so I can see the complete honesty when she says, “Yes.”
Relief spreads through me, along with a calm I haven’t felt since this entire thing with the Syndicate began. The relief is short-lived, however.
Giulia peels away from my body and wraps her arms around herself, suddenly looking small and vulnerable. When her eyes meet mine again, the resolution in them gives me pause.
And then she opens her mouth and brings my world buckling to its knees.
“I’m leaving the country.”
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GIULIA
“The fuck you are,” he finally growls, cutting through the tense silence that follows my words.
I reach for my panties, but his hand shoots out before I can make contact with them. “What do you think you’re—” I yelp as I’m suddenly spun and laid flat on my back, Raffaele hovering over me.
He looks more furious than I’ve ever seen him, and it gives me pause, my protest dying on my tongue. His eyebrows are drawn, and his jaw is clenched so tight that it turns his face into sharp, cutting planes. Blue eyes search mine for a long minute.
