Page 22 of Mafia Baby

I can tell he’s being more gentle than maybe he’s ever been. He’s not driving in all the way. Just slowly inching his way in and out little by little, a little deeper with each pump.

Maybe he knows I’ll break. “Are you okay?” he asks through his growls. His voice alone is enough to break me right now. But I want to let him in, just like he asked.

“Yes, I’m okay, Dom, but you’re going to make me come.”

This time his thrusts are even slower but deeper, and I bite my own lip to stop myself from screaming.

Watching him in the mirror as he fucks my asshole pushes me over the edge. I’ve never been this full. I don’t want him to stop. But I also think he may be splitting me in two.

I warn him again that I’m close, and he asks me to wait. He pulls out, ever so slowly. I can feel each inch of him leaving my body. A body that will never be the same.

He makes quick work of using the sink to make sure he’s clean, then he’s lifting me up again. As our mouths collide into each other we move over to the door.

My body is jelly now. But he holds me against him, his body is so firm, so sure, and he hoists one of my legs up over his elbow.

I hold onto his inked neck and grip his leg with my free one. The door creaks behind my back, making me grateful that it’s locked.

Dom comes at the same time as me, filling me once again, the explosions in my body have wrecked me. I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk out of this bathroom.

Dom lays his head down on my shoulder as he shudders in his own release, grunting softly into my ear.

His hair smells amazing, that familiar sandalwood, and I soak in the moment before we separate and clean up so that we can leave the bathroom, pretending that we weren’t just in here together in the most intimate way.

“This really can’t happen again, Gianna,” Dom tells me as he’s getting ready to exit the bathroom.

He keeps saying that, like I’ve forced him each time. It makes me want to giggle.

“I agree,” I say, my voice more steady than my legs. “But you’re going to wish it could, Reaper.”

Two can play at this game, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to allow him to act like the unattached one here.

Dom leaves first after giving me one final, deep kiss, and I wait four minutes before stepping out myself.

As I come out of the bathroom on wobbly legs, my brother is there to greet me. I look around to see if he noticed Dom, but the look on his face tells me he didn’t.

Chapter Nine

Dominic

Driving to Vince’s place, I’m fighting my own desires.

I was hoping that taking Gianna up to the VIP room and having my way with her would mean I no longer thought about her.

I was wrong. Now, she’s all I can think about.

“Come inside, my favorite son,” Vince welcomes me as I arrive at his house. He’s happy now that I got the debt paid by the dead guy’s brother-in-law.

Vince is easy to please as long as he gets his own way.

“I have another mission for you, Reaper, but this one is so tame that you can do it in your sleep.”

I sit down and wait for the rest of the story.

“One of my dear old friends is hosting a fundraising gala – how exciting – and he’s inviting everyone. Not me, but everyone else. This man took out a loan of two million dollars, Dominic, and he is due to pay it back in thirty days. He’s got the money but not the cashflow, so I worry that he won’t be able to pay us back. So, your job today is to go to the party and bring me back info on his home.”

“That’s all?”

“That’s all! Eat some cake, kiss some lonely girls and take a few photos of the house.” Vince gives me the address and some details about the security arrangements there. This doesn’t sound like a job for an assassin, but I won’t turn my nose up at a simple job.

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