Page 167 of Mafia Daddy's Christmas Bride
These are rare first editions, but all I can focus on is the way Gabriella's breath catches when my fingers graze the lace edge of her underwear.
“No. Although you’ll be disappointed if you’re expecting a virgin. Truth be told, I’ve never tried to seduce a man before.”
“I don’t imagine you have to.” My dick is fucking hard. I may end up embarrassing myself and coming in my pants. I suck on her lower lip. “Why do I have the honor?”
“You intrigue me. You have for years.” Her fingers work to undo my belt. "Wondered what it would take to crack that famous control of yours."
I silence her with a bruising kiss. My hand tangles in her hair, tugging just enough to expose her throat. I trail hot kisses down her neck while she arches against me.
"Quiet," I command when she moans too loudly. "Unless you want everyone to hear what I'm doing to Antonio Monti's daughter."
The danger of discovery only seems to excite her more. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer as her hands push my jacket from my shoulders.
Outside this room, a holiday party is in full force, but my entire world has narrowed to this room, this woman, this moment of madness.
I unzip her dress and eagerly suck her tits like I’m a man starving and she’s my first meal.
It’s fucking annoying how this woman has undone me.
My fingers find her pussy and she’s wet. I groan as I anticipate my dick deep inside her. I finger her, loving how her body rocks to my ministrations. I pull my finger out and bring it to my mouth, sucking up her essence.
“So fucking good.” I grab a condom because unlike Roman, I don’t want to have kids. So I carry condoms with me at all times. I rip it open and roll it on.
Then I tear away the delicate barrier of lace between us. “Tell me you want this,” I demand.
Her eyes flash with heat and challenge. “Are you hesitating, Don Calabresi?”
I plunge into her, hard. She gasps, the sound muffled against my shoulder. The desk creaks beneath us as I drive into her, all pretense of restraint abandoned. I’ve lost all control. All there is is white-hot need as I thrust in again and again and again.
Gabriella matches my intensity, meeting each thrust with equal force.
Her head falls back, exposing the elegant line of her throat, her lips parted in silent ecstasy.
"Look at me," I command, needing to see her eyes when she comes undone.
She does, her gaze locking with mine as pleasure overtakes her.
The sight of her, powerful, beautiful, completely surrendered, pushes me over the edge after her.
When it’s done, I tell myself this is the one and only time.
Two months later, I’m still telling myself this time I fuck her will be the last time. Yet I keep going back for more like an addict needing another hit.
Gabriella sleeps in my bed, her dark hair spilled across my pillows. The early light catches on her bare shoulder, and I resist the urge to trace the curve of it with my fingers.
Two months since that first night in my library, and I've failed to end this dangerous indulgence.
"You're staring again," she murmurs without opening her eyes, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Planning my escape," I lie, though we both know better.
She stretches languidly, the sheet slipping lower. "Liar. You could have left an hour ago."
She's right. I've been awake since dawn, watching her breathe, memorizing the contours of her face as if I won't see it again. But I will. Despite every rational argument, despite the complications this affair creates, I'll seek her out again tonight.
"Your father called yesterday," I tell her, changing the subject. "Wants to discuss territorial adjustments."
Gabriella rolls onto her side, propping herself on one elbow. "And will you mention that you've been adjusting his daughter's territory quite thoroughly?"
