Page 33 of Surprise Baby for the Mafia Prince

“Yes, Poppy?”

“I need you inside me.”

He continues to tease me with his cock.

“Ahh… please.”

Then, he thrusts into me hard and my toes curl with a loud moan from my lips.

“Fucking Christ,” I scream as he moves wickedly inside me. I roll my eyes in my head as he pulls out. Then back in.

Out.

Fuck.

In.

Harder now.

He moves faster as I feel my legs shaking.

“Ale-” I scream.

“Cum for me, Poppy.”

He thrusts harder and deeper. I feel a hot liquid slide down my thighs. He moves again as he groans. Alessandro loses control as he pumps into me, ruining me from the inside. Every nerve ending in me is lighting up.

“Fuck, you keep getting tighter,” he breathes on my skin.

I feel every ridge, and inch of his erection ramming inside me. Again and again. My muscles begin to tense again and I think I’m going to fucking implode. The muscles in his legs become taut too and we are both shaking.

“Fuck, Adriana. Tell me no one’s ever going to make you feel like this.”

I scream his name as he forces me into an insane orgasm. Fuck, he detonated it.

I’m still coming when I feel his erection swell in me again. He lets out a guttural sound as he jerks one more time. And another. A loud groan comes out as we are both trying to catch our breaths, his body on mine. He uncuffs me and takes the blindfold off.

Alessandro stands to his feet after a few moments and tosses the used condom into the trash can.

“You can leave now. I have something important to take care of.”

I feel a jab in my chest. My head. What?

“Is this some kind of joke, Alessandro?”

His gaze is firm as he stares at me.

“We’ve had sex already. What else do you want in my house?”

I’m such a fucking fool. I grab my panties and dress, slipping them on. My chest hurts with a sting from his words and my back starts to hurt now that his magic is gone.

I can’t believe I let him use me again… how stupid I am to fall for it again. But I don’t let him see any vulnerable part of me as I shield my emotions from him.

His eyes are locked with mine, staring at me as I put on my dress.

“I want to… I need to run away from my father.”

“And how is that any of my business?”

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