Page 32 of Claiming His Mafia Princess

Now is not the time, though. She doesn’t need me to be putting that kind of pressure on her after everything she’s been through today - and after what she just found out about her father.

She doesn’t know yet.

She doesn’t know that I love her.

And the more she pushes me away, the harder I fall.

I will wait for eternity for her to love me back.

Until then, I will hold her. I will take care of her.

I will keep her safe - if she continues to let me.

When her crying softens and stops, I stand up off the bathroom floor and lift her in my arms. The towel falls away from her back and I can’t help running my hands over her skin - hot from the bath.

In the bedroom, she stands still as I try to find something warm for her to wear.

The towel drops from her body, and my eyes roam over her.

Fuck.

She is way too fucking gorgeous.

My cock stirs, beginning to throb and press against my pants.

I clear my throat, trying to clear my mind of the images of her - but it’s impossible. She is all I see.

As I pull the hoodie over her head, my hands brush against her skin. I slow down, letting my fingertips play over her curves.

I shouldn’t do this.

I feel like I’m taking advantage of her.

I wish she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Every second around her is agony. Agony of loving someone who isn’t interested in you.

She looks up at me, standing there in nothing but the oversized hoodie.

Her eyes meet mine, and I am drawing in green pools of glittering light.

My heart thunders like a storm in my chest.

Then her lips are on mine, and her hands are pulling at my clothes.

For a second, I think I’m dreaming, but my body is all too real against hers.

She strips me down, layer by layer. I drift my hands beneath the hoodies, really caressing her now. Touching her, taking her in.

Then I lift her arms over her head and pull it off her again.

Naked, our bodies against each other, neither of us notices the cold anymore.

I throw her onto the bed, my thoughts becoming more intense, darker, and flooded with desire at each passing moment.

Beneath the blankets, my hands push between her perfect thighs and she lets out a gasp when I press my fingers into her pussy.

She is breathing heavily, her chest moving against me when I move my fingers in and out of her. She is rocking her hips in time to my movement and the little sounds she is making are causing my cock to become so hard it’s aching.

I pull her thighs apart, rolling onto her. I force her legs wide with my hips, lifting her legs against her chest. Folding her in half beneath me.

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