Page 51 of Pregnant By the Mafia Boss

I’ve never been with a man like this. He’s battered and bruised, and he was close to death a few short hours ago.

I killed someone. Shot him in the chest for hurting my husband.

Am I any better than Salvatore?

I’m a killer.

A murderer.

In any other world, I should be under arrest, but I’m not. I’m lying on my back with a plug inside my ass, making its presence constantly known every single time I adjust my position.

Salvatore is sliding his hands up my legs. I clench my muscles, and the plug reminds me it’s going nowhere.

My pussy aches with need, and it’s barely been touched. I go to stroke my clit, but Salvatore swats my hands away.

“I’m in charge,” he says. “Not you.”

“Suits me,” I reply. “I don’t exactly lose in this scenario.”

His eyes burn as he positions himself between my legs, staring up into my eyes.

“So beautiful,” he mutters before kissing my clit, lightly, just a brief touch. It makes me gasp with pleasure and increased need.

I push my hips up to meet him, and he moves his head away, deliberately tormenting me until I’m begging him to continue.

“Please,” I cry out. “Don’t tease me. Not tonight.”

He chuckles darkly. “Perhaps I will let you off the rest of your punishment, seeing as you took your spanking so well.”

His tongue flicks over my clit, a thick finger sliding deep into my pussy. With my ass filled by the plug, I’ve never felt this full, this excited.

It’s an intensity that tips me toward orgasm within minutes.

His expert tongue keeps moving in the perfect circles that I need to get me there.

“I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” I manage to say between moans, gripping the back of his head and pushing my hips into his face.

“Do it,” he mutters, the sound muffled. “Come around my finger.”

He thrusts deep into me as I fall over the edge. An instant later, it hits me, a climax strong enough to make me think I might pass out.

I’m still recovering, my body throbbing as he climbs up on me.

I run my hands over his scars, his fresh bruises, all the signs of what kind of man he is.

“I love you,” I mutter as he pushes himself into me.

“I love you too,” he replies, kissing me a moment later. Our bodies come together in unison, becoming one as the rest of the world fades away around us.

There is only us and this moment. Nothing else exists. It’s perfect, and I never want it to end.

He torments me, pulling free, moving up my chest, pushing himself into my mouth.

I take him greedily to the back of my throat, running my hands along his shaft.

His face takes on a look that says he’s close to the edge. Part of me wants to keep going, to taste him in my mouth, show him how much he means to me.

He clearly thinks the same as he almost reaches climax. Somehow, he stops himself, moving back down me.

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