Page 34 of Abducted By the Mafia Don
He pushes against me, achingly slow, until there’s a pinch. But it feels right, and my clit throbs.
He lets out a stream of Italian words I don’t understand. I can’t even tell whether they’re praise or a prayer or swear words. Maybe they’re all three.
“Bambola, you’re so tight.”
I’m close to coming. Inside, I’m screaming, desperate. I keep my eyes closed, a whine tears from my throat.
More. I need something more. Just…
Then like a cork popping into a bottle, there’s a complete change between us. An extra fraction of an inch into me, and the fullness hits a pleasure centre I’ve never felt before, and I’m coming, the white light of it rolling over me from where we’re joined.
Vaguely, I hear the now-familiar raw sound of Dom orgasming too. Inside me. Even through the spasms of my ecstasy, I can feel the wet heat he’s filling me with, and the way it overflows.
Then there’s just our breathing and the silence as the pleasure ebbs away, leaving contentment.
I really want to open my eyes and see what he looks like. What is he thinking? But I don’t have to look, because he tells me.
Dom strokes the hair from my cheek and kisses me tenderly. “I love you so much.”
I love you too. I say the words in my head. They feel right.
I’ve fallen in love with the mafia boss who cherishes me when we’re pretending to be a couple, and when he thinks I’m asleep, but won’t admit to any emotion when it’s the two of us alone.
I’ve broken through this barrier he put between us of him being too old, and the special bond we share being only fake.
He came inside me. The power of his desire has given me a secret: I could get pregnant.
“That was…” He gives a rueful laugh. “You coming on the tip of my cock? That was the single best thing that’s ever happened to me, mia bambola. And knowing I spilt my seed in you is a close second. A precious gift. Thank you.”
He continues to place soft kisses over my cheek and neck, until we’re both breathing evenly again, and I’m so relaxed and happy, I might actually fall asleep.
My fake husband doesn’t feel so fake now.
“I need to clean you up.” The withdrawal makes me instantly empty and I long for that closeness. His steps go to the bathroom, and a tap runs. Then he’s back.
“We made a mess,” he says teasingly, then hums with pleasure as his fingers move over my pussy.
“Fuck, bambola.” He exhales roughly. “My sleeping beauty. There’s blood.”
He breathes out, hard.
And I get it.
It’s perfect. Whatever happens, I will have the sweet memory of how I lost my virginity to a wonderful man I adore. A forbidden man who I love. And who I know now for sure, loves me.
He continues to use the washcloth to clean my sopping pussy lips.
“I don’t regret it though…” He slides one finger into my passage, and I have to bite down on my lip to keep from moaning. “Push a bit of seed further up.”
Kissing the dip in my lower back, he slowly pulls his finger out, and his weight shifts away from me.
“Buonanotte. Sleep as sweetly as you deserve.”
Then there’s the soft noises as he withdraws and lets himself out of my bedroom.
I lie exactly where he’s left me, motionless, for a long time. Despite his attention with the washcloth, I’m slick between the legs, and I think about how he put his sperm further up into me. As though he’d like it if I were pregnant.
I could bepregnantwith Dom’s child.
