Page 120 of Runaway in the Mafia
“I love you.”
He buried his face in my neck and inhaled. “Good.”
“Good?” He sank his teeth into my skin, and I yelped. “Good is all you have?” I pulled his face off my shoulder and held it in my hands. “Anything you want to tell me?”
“Yes. If you ever run away again, I’m fucking you till next Sunday.”
“I didn’t run. You let me go.” He only growled at me. “You love me too?”
“No, I fucking don’t.” He gripped my hair and yanked it back. It bit painfully into my scalp. “But you need to stop seeping into my veins and crackling in my heart. You need to stop this fucking insanity from pounding in my pulse.”
A delicious smile spread across my lips. “Sounds like you love me.”
“Fuck no.” He smashed his lips onto mine. He did a good job of sucking the life out of me. Lifting off the chair, he walked us to the bed, tongue fucking me the whole time like there was no tomorrow to be had.
His erection nudged me, and then I lost touch with it and landed on the bed.
“Why won’t you say it?” I asked, frustrated.
A frown marred his forehead. “Don’t want to ruin it.”
“You won’t.”
“Carlo loved Mamma too.”
I sat up and crawled up to him. With my hand on his, I pulled him to the bed. “That’s not what you said.”
He didn’t budge. “Well, he did, in his own way.”
“Doesn’t matter. You’re not him.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I confirmed.
A devilish smile crossed his lips. “How about I pretend I don’t?”
Why did I fight for this man again? “Okay.” I crawled away. “I’ll do the same.”
A hand cuffed my ankle and yanked me back to him. His gaze burned with dark irritation. “No fucking way.”
“So you love me?”
He gripped my chin and gazed into my soul. “I’d kill for you,mia ammaliatrice.In fact, I already have. Twice,” he proclaimed. Smugly.
I scrunched my nose up. “You’re such a romantic.” I kicked away from him and crawled up to the bedhead. “And I love you too.”
He answered by straddling me and ripping my dress in half. I gaped at him. “Why would you—” He ripped my panties, ducked,and buried his head between. “Never mind,” I moaned. His dark chuckle vibrated on my lips. Then he sucked my clit and ate me out like a six-course meal, and I forgot what I was going to say.
“Fuck, I missed this,” he murmured against my lips and stuck two digits inside.
My hands pulled at his hair as I rocked against his head. When he put his mouth on me again and set his fingers to work, I exploded around him, much like the fireworks on Independence Day. He didn’t wait until I’d come down before he yanked the towel off him. Then he settled between me with his thick erection in his hand and a question in his eyes.
“No need,” I confirmed.
His eyes set me on fire when he gripped my ass and sank all the way in. The way he groaned made me feel like I was his heaven. He held still. “Guess what?”
“What?”
