Page 34 of Claiming His Mafia Princess

Then I feel it.

Her pussy clamps over me, sucking my cock deeper into her.

Waves of pleasure rush through her and her eyes stay locked with mine as she comes all over my cock.

I slam into her one more time and feel myself exploding inside her.

We lie in bed for a long time, not saying anything, just wrapped up in each other’s arms. I want to know what she is thinking, but I’m scared to ask.

I’m scared that she only kissed me because she was in shock from what happened. I am scared that if I speak, she will push me away again.

So I just hold her, feeling the pulse of her heart as it beats against my chest.

Letting my fingers trace over the bones of her spine, shaped beneath her skin.

Feeling her warmth and hearing her breathing.

After a long time, I feel her body shake.

I move her so that I can see her face, lifting it from where she was laying against my chest.

Tears are running quietly down her cheeks.

I sit up and pull her into my arms.

“I’m so sorry for what happened.” I whisper.

“My dad — I just — I don’t understand.” She cries.

“I will find out what happened, Dalila. I will find out for you. You deserve to know.” I stroke my fingers through her blonde hair.

She nods, then snuggles into my arms and closes her eyes.

Chapter Seventeen

DALILA

Ihave never met such a gentle and caring man before.

My brothers, growing up with them, they took care of me — but they were rough, controlling, bossy, bullies even.

I know they loved me, and I know they would always take care of me, but this is so different from that.

Nevio is tender.

He is attentive, doing sweet thoughtful things.

I have never met such a gentleman before and I never, in my life, in a million years would have said that Nevio would be a man like that.

It’s like he has these two sides to him, and I am the only one in the entire world who gets to see this side of him.

An image flashes through my mind.

His eyes, how they looked when he stood at the top of the slope, just before he threw the dead man’s body over the edge, and just before he shot and killed the third man.

That cold, empty, deadly stare.

That is the Nevio everyone else knows.

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