Page 76 of Mafia Don's Secret Baby

“I won’t,” I swore. “It’s you and me now.”

His entire body collapsed atop mine, one hand moving between my thighs and stroking me there. I lifted my hips into his hand as he left scorching kisses down the column of my throat, nipping my skin lightly between his teeth.

“God!” I cried out.

I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes as the palm of his hand rubbed me through my pants. The intense satisfaction I felt at the touch had me shuddering. My entire body shook from his mere touch.

I felt like I flew into a state of pure ecstasy, unable to wrap my head around any of the things happening around me. I felt myself hyper focusing on each place he touched me and caressed me. I hardly noticed as he removed my pants and shirt, as I could only comprehend the press of his hand and the grazing of his knuckles over my skin. When one of his fingers brushed against the most sensitive spot between my legs, I jerked into him with a long cry.

I needed to level the playing field.

I reached forward and grabbed him through his shorts, running a finger along the painfully long length of him.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his entire body stiffening over mine.

The sound sent a shot of adrenalin through me, and I boldly sat up and pulled down his shorts, returning my grip to his bare cock. The smooth skin there sent me reeling.

I gasped, mouth-watering, as I glanced between his face and his length. “I want you inside of me, Matteo,” I told him, pumping my fist down him once. “I need it.”

“There’s something else I want to do first.”

He moved me back on the bed, bringing his lips back down to my skin again. I closed my eyes as he moved his lips down to the valley between my breasts, and I arched my back from the bed.

He deftly moved his body behind where I lay across the bed, his knees brushing either side of my head. He looked down his broad chest as I lay before him. From this angle, he looked like a God. My eyes darted between the cock that hovered mere inches from my face and his onyx eyes that promised more pleasure than I could imagine.

He bent, his cock brushing against my face as his mouth lowered to my—

Oh, God. I moaned as his tongue darted across my slick folds, piercing into me. I nearly shattered at the single touch, but I forced myself to focus as I took him into my mouth. He stiffened, moving his lips more quickly.

He moved his tongue more quickly.

I sucked, moving a hand to grasp his shaft. I flicked my tongue over his head with each bob, and I moaned my longing against his skin. All sense of slow control fled as he lapped me into his mouth, inserting a finger with deft determination. I could hardly stop the cries that escaped me as my release grew to an unfathomable level.

Stars exploded across my vision, and the world around me felt like it rocked as I came hard. My cries could hardly be heard as he thrust into my throat more quickly.

Everything felt unsteady as I shattered, sensitivity overtaking the release.

I sucked hard, and Matteo broke too. He pulled his mouth away from me, slipped his finger out, and roared his release. I sucked every bit of him into me, swallowing easily and continuing. He shook as he finally pulled himself from me.

It took me only a few seconds to realize what had happened.

It wasn’t just my release that had rocked me. The entire building had shifted.

A distant explosion sounded, and the building rocked again. Just slightly. The chandelier over the bed rattled, and I held my breath as Matteo flung himself off me.

We both knew what this meant. It was no coincidence that the building was being attacked. Not with the war between us and the Russians.

“Their endgame,” I whispered, fisting my hands on the sheets.

“Get dressed,” Matteo demanded as he swept across the room and opened a drawer. He tossed a bulletproof vest in my direction, and I dazedly caught it. “It’s time.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Lilianna Genovese

“Do we try to make it out of the building?” I asked as Matteo strapped on an obscene number of weapons over his outfit. He wore dark jeans and a muscle T, but it was the weapons that held my attention most—half a dozen guns, a dozen different styles and shapes of blades, and a set of brass knuckles.

Matteo handed over two guns and pressed a knife in my direction. I threw my clothes on and strapped the vest over them before I took on the weight of each of the guns. Neither was identical to that of the gun Matteo had given me, but they would work. I strapped the knife to a slot in my bulletproof vest.

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