Page 43 of The Mafia's Surprise Gift

It faded almost instantly. Both of Rocco’s hands cupped the sides of my neck. His thumbs ran along my jaw, and he cradled my face as he started to fuck me without hesitation. His thrusts were slow but powerful, each one like a punch that forced the air right out of me. My heart pounded so hard, I couldn’t tell where it was in my body. I looped my hands around his forearms and maintained eye contact as he fucked into me slow and hard.

“Fuck,” Rocco growled. “You fit me like a fucking glove. It’s like you’re sucking me in, like you don’t want me to leave. Is that what you want, carissima? You want to keep my cock inside you always?”

“Yes,” I gasped out, and my voice was terribly ragged even to my own ears. “Please, please!”

He fucked me so deep it was like his cock was reaching just beneath my ribs. It was an incredible sensation, and he was right. I wanted him deep and constant, like he’d unlocked some sort of hunger inside me. Rocco pressed our foreheads together and his lips parted, panting in time to me.

We shared air, we shared eye contact, and his powerful thrusts caused the table to creak and groan. Each powerful, punching thrust inside me jerked a moan of pleasure right from my lips. I was filled so full, so deliciously cared for, and I wanted more.

I never wanted it to stop.

Gradually, the pace of his thrusts increased and he began to fuck me faster and harder. The loud slap of slick skin filled the air, our breathing became one, and neither of us looked away. He fucked me like a man possessed, and I hung on for dear life. My second orgasm built rapidly, a ball of heat deep in my core that expanded with each powerful thrust.

“Rocco,” I gasped, sliding my hands to his shoulders and gripping on with all my strength. “I can’t… I’m gonna?—”

“Yes,” Rocco growled. He surged forward and kissed me in time to a particularly deep thrust. I came with a scream that he swallowed down with his tongue in my mouth. His arms encircled me, and he cradled me to his chest as I spasmed and writhed in his arms, completely lost to the power of my climax.

He came inside me several hard thrusts later, holding me in place while he packed his cum as deep as he could reach.

I was floating, every nerve twitching and sparking from the lingering tingles of ecstasy.

I… was still so very much in love.

18

DINO

“Anything to report?” Rocco’s voice filled the car, cutting off the soft melody of late night radio.

“My ass is numb and I need more gas for the car,” I replied, stretching out my legs as far as I could in the cramped space of my car. Which wasn’t actually that far.

“With Mae,” Rocco said, irritation bleeding into his tone.

“Today was the same as the past five days. She takes Zack for a walk, sometimes to the park, although today, they went to the bookstore. She went to the pharmacy to pick up something for her mother, who seems to be under the weather. They ordered takeout for dinner, and now she’s been inside for the past…” I glanced at my watch. “Four hours.”

“Keep it up.”

Rocco was tense—we all were. The ongoing war with the Russians was slowly spilling out of the city and into the surrounding suburbs, putting many smaller families in the line of fire. Aldo had excelled at keeping the smaller families safe so that all the work we did could continue even during times of conflict. It seemed the Russians didn’t take too kindly to having all their major players wiped out by us.

They deserved it, though. After what happened at the funeral, there was no telling how far they would go to reach Rocco and hurt him. Which meant twenty-four-seven surveillance on Mae to keep her safe purely because Rocco had publicly shown her favor. He didn’t need that to come back and bite him on the ass, but there was another reason I was here.

A reason Rocco refused to say out loud, but I knew it anyway.

He wanted to know who Zack’s father was. Who was the man who had claimed Mae’s heart to the point of having a child? What did he do? What did he look like? And how much of a hindrance would he be for us when seeking to claim Mae as ours?

Rocco was also hoping Mae would lift her ‘no contact’ rule, which she still claimed she needed despite how freaky they’d gotten at the restaurant.

“Rocco?” I said softly, noting that he still hadn’t hung up.

“What?”

“She’s had no visitors.”

“Good.” He paused. “Dino?—”

“I know.” I knew he was going to tell me to be careful. That she was important in ways he couldn’t explain. He didn’t need to say it. I already understood that whatever love Rocco had for Mae hadn’t dampened during their years apart.

“Thank you.”

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