Page 10 of Once Upon A Christmas Kiss
“Fuck,” Nicola groans, aligning his cock, and slowly sinks into my hot wet pussy.
Nicola grunts, take my lips, sliding tongue into my mouth, tangling with my tongue as he shifts his hips.
I shift, trying to meet his thrusts, feeling the delicious heat, the friction builds up. I love feeling him inside, filling every inch of my core, my walls flutter, clutching his cock.
Nicola moves his lips across my jawline, sucking and nibbling my skin, stopping at my collar bone. He sucks and bites, sending me over the edge, and I ground onto his cock.
“Fuck,” Nicola grunts, thrusting faster.
I can feel his cock swell; I know that he’s close. He grounds into my pussy; I can feel the explosion of his seed filling me.
“God, I’ll never get enough of you,” I whisper, running my fingers through his dark hair.
Nicola stares at me with his heated green eyes, his lips are swollen from our kisses, and he squeezes my ass.
“Antonella, you’re mine now and forever.”
“I love you, Nicola, now and forever.”
Nicola's emerald eyes sparkle, his lips turn up, and I swear, he takes me to breathe away. He’s everything I ever wanted, and he’s mine.
Nicola
The next day.
I walk into the gym room that we have in the garage, it’s our training room, walking to grab the weights I need.
I start to do my reps, looking into the mirror on the wall looking at the fucking bruises on my body.
Thank fuck that Antonella didn’t ask too many questions.
Fuck!
“Nic,” Jacob yells before he enters the training room.
I pull up the weight, closing my eyes ignoring my best friend. It’s been a while since I’ve talked to him because the fucker is prospecting for the fucking Satanic Bastards MC.
Yeah, a fucking motorcycle club.
What the hell.
I can’t fucking believe him.
Jacob bitches about the fucking Mafia, as if he doesn’t have it in his blood, just like we do. But, of course, his Dad was a Soldati, so I don’t fucking understand the motherfucker.
It sounds like he knows that I’m going to work to prove my worth, to become a Soldati for the Cappola’s Crime Family.
Now that Chris is the Soldati, he’s going to help become a Soldati.
“Nic, what the fuck are you doing,” Jacob yells, walking into the training room.
“Motherfucker, what the fuck do you want me to do,” I grunt, lifting the weights.
“Stop seeing my sister! She deserves more,” Jacob yells, pointing his finger into my chest.
“Never, I love her! Stop bitching about what we are; we’re our fucking Papà’s sons, it’s in our blood, we’re born to be Soldati’s! Get the fuck off my case, and keep Antonella out of this,” I say, shaking my head.
“Fuck you, Nicola, I can’t believe that you’re a fucking selfish motherfucker,” Jacob snarls, lowering his eyelids halfway.
