Page 40 of Betraying the Mafia Boss

“I think I’m…I’m going to…” Two heartbeats pass and that is all it takes for my orgasm to explode through me. I jerk, my cry electric and filled with pleasure. The second it hits, Vincent slams into me. It’s not slow or gentle, it’s rough and deep.

“Vincent…” He slides his finger in my mouth and I can taste myself. I suck on it, bucking my hips so I can feel him deeper. “God, I love this.”

He cups my breast and twists my nipple. Pain and pleasure shoot up my spine in equal waves. “You will not call God’s name when I fuck you, amore. I want to hear my name on your lips, my name alone,” he says, his voice deep and husky.

I can feel him everywhere. He’s planting kisses on my lips and neck, cupping my breast and ass, and pounding hard into me at the same time. He’s do deep I can feel him collide with my walls, then he fucks me faster and harder, his grip on me tightening until he jerks, coming with a powerful groan.

After a moment, he places a soft kiss on my forehead and rolls off me. I don’t know how long he stays in the bathroom, but I know I drift asleep before he returns.

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My stomach growls as I inhale the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and French toast in my sleep. I’m trying my best to ignore the hunger rumbles, but it’s impossible not to acknowledge the smell of delicious food.

Turning over, I bury my head under a pillow to force myself back to sleep. That doesn’t help. Moments pass before I finally give in and sit up, peeling my eyes open. The room I’m in is dimly lit and it’s hard to tell if it’s morning yet. The curtains are thick, relentlessly blocking out every streak of light from outside, but I can tell it’s already eight a.m. from the clock on the nightstand. I squint at my environment, taking in the fluffy, soft king-sized bed I’m lying on and the white décor of the room.

Vincent has beautiful taste and everything in this room looks expensive. The screeded walls, the marble floors, the chandelier overhead and the art on the walls. Everything in here is expensive and white, so white it hurts. I swear he could do with a little more color in his life.

I shake my head as I push up from the bed and find my way to the bathroom. I run the hot water, sighing as the warm splashes relax my tense muscles. Minutes later, I’m done taking a shower and I find a pair of neatly folded shorts and white shirt on the recliner at the corner of the room. I know Vincent left them there for me because they hadn’t been there last night. Not that I was paying attention to anything but him.

Vincent smiles at me as I walk into the kitchen. “Morning, amore. You came at the right time.” He sets two plates of toast on the dining table and returns to the kitchen counter to get coffee. “Did you sleep alright?”

“I don’t know. I was too busy sleeping.” I briskly walk to the dining table and pull out a chair. I’m ravenous, not in the mood for small talk and his teasing. “Did you make this?”

He nods as he returns to the table and pushes one of the coffee cups to me. “I don’t need help making coffee and toast, amore.”

I bring the coffee to my nose and inhale, relishing the aroma. I love the smell of fresh-brewed coffee and I love the taste even more as I take a sip from it. “At least this tastes good.”

“Everything I make tastes good,” he brags. He winks at me, then brings toast up to his mouth. “Do you have plans for today?”

“My dog’s been with a neighbor for a few days now. I miss her.” Oreo’s probably wondering if I’m dead and if Ms. Jackson is her new owner. I can’t imagine how sad she’ll be.

“You’re leaving because of your dog?” he asks as if it’s the silliest thing he’s ever head.

My brow quirks. “Yes, I am. Is that a problem?”

He lifts a shoulder. “You can always bring her around you know. I love dogs.”

“Do you?” I peer around, listening for the sound of paws on the marble. “I don’t hear any dogs running around. Did you say that just to make me think you’re a good person?”

He leans forward, blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m not a bad person.”

I snort. “You seem like the type to drown puppies. Forgive me for not trusting you, Vincent.”

His fork drops to his plate with a clank and he lets out a rich, throaty, chuckle. “Do you really think that lowly of me?”

I don’t. He spends his money and time taking care of all those sick children, getting nothing in return. If anything, Vincent is one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. Maybe that is why I am so drawn to him, and his handsome looks are just a plus.

“The reason I don’t have dogs is because I haven’t been able to bring myself to get one since my dog died from old age. I don’t want to replace him or the memories I shared with him.”

I blink at him in disbelief. Vincent Romano, the youngest Romano brother really has this much interest in pets. “Were you really born into the mafia?”

He frowns. “What?”

“You’re too good for the world you were born into,” I say honestly. “You’re too pure-hearted.

He smiles faintly. “You don’t know that.”

“Well, I’ve seen the way you are around kids, that can’t be faked.” I take another bite out of my toast waiting for Vincent’s reply. When he doesn’t, I assume he doesn’t like discussing his private life.

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