Page 18 of Claiming His Mafia Princess

Take her to bed.

Let her rest.

I lean down and gently wrap my arms beneath her, lifting her slowly. She stirs, muttering in her sleep. Still angry by the sounds of it.

I carry her over to our bed and place her gently beneath the covers. Then I strip down and climb in next to her, pulling her against my stomach as I hold her tightly. She can’t leave. She can’t escape. I made a promise to keep her safe.

Tomorrow I will have to make her understand everything. I will have to find out what is really going on as well. I can’t keep her safe unless I know what I’m protecting her from. Her brothers need to tell me something.

I fall asleep with my cock hard and throbbing against her. Dreams of her body infect my thoughts and I keep waking up through the night, fighting against myself, understanding a whole new level of what self-control really means.

Chapter Eleven

DALILA

It’s dark when I feel myself waking up, trapped somewhere between dreams and the real world, after midnight. Immediately, my body begins to thrum and pulse with desire. I shift in my sleepy state and feel him against me, his body wrapped over mine, my back pressed into his chest.

And I can feel his cock.

I arch my back and press my ass against it, letting the dreams drift through my mind as I move slowly, playing with him, enjoying the sensation of his cock pressed between my ass cheeks.

I hear a low growl from behind me and it pulls me further awake.

Oh fuck.

I’m not on the couch anymore. And I’m not dreaming.

His cock is rock hard and pushing into me.

I try to wiggle a little away from him, but his arms lock tighter around me.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” A low vibration as his voice runs through me. My body is tingling, my pussy is drenched at the feel of him.

But I’m angry. I won’t give in to this.

Fuck. Don’t. Don’t give in to this.

My body betrays me as I try to wiggle away from him again, but I arch my back even further, to rub my pussy over his cock.

Oh my fuck, it feels so good.

No.

Don’t give in to this.

He doesn’t even respect you enough to tell you what is going on.

Don’t give in to him.

His hand grips tight against my waist, then brushes over my skin, gripping my hip as he pushes against me with his cock.

His breathing is heavy, deep, and filled with need.

“Stop that.” I demand in the darkness. My voice coming out far less commanding that I had hoped, and even as I tell him to stop my fingers are digging into his arm, my body twisting against him still, begging him to fuck me.

“I can’t.” He warns me. “You should never have done that.”

I try to turn around, to say no, to tell him he can’t have me, but he rolls onto me, pushing my face against the pillow, his chest against my back as he pins me to the bed.

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