Page 105 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

“Look at you,” Andre groans, his hands kneading my ass. “Fuck, I’m in so deep.”

“So fucking good!” I cry out as I match Andre’s pace, bouncing back against his cock as he thrusts so deep inside me I see stars.

His grunts have me so wet and aching that I have to reach between my legs to work my clit.

Andre has to keep my hips lifted as my body threatens to collapse with pleasure.

“I can feel you’re close, Lila,” Andre groans as my pussy starts clenching around his cock. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

“Yes!” I rub my clit as I chase my release. “I want to feel you dripping down my thighs.”

“Such a dirty girl.” Andre chuckles.

My moans grow louder as my orgasm builds with each thrust, with each brush of my G spot.

“Lila.”

My name on his lips is enough to send me over the edge.

I cry out as Andre slams into me once more before he comes.

His body collapses onto mine as my pussy milks every last drop from him.

He wraps his arms around me, holding us up as we ride out our pleasure, gasping for air, our bodies covered in sweat.

“Promise me one thing, Lila.” He presses a kiss to my shoulder.

“Mmm…” I’m barely able to think straight.

“If I let you move around the house, you have to promise you won’t leave it without my permission.”

“I can leave this room?” I glance over my shoulder.

“If you promise me this.” He runs his nose along my shoulder.

“Ok,” I whisper.

33

ANDRE

How is this my life now?

Three months ago, only darkness surrounded me. I had to get up and put on a brave face for my siblings and my men, but all I really wanted to do was disappear, embrace oblivion.

Then, one of my darkest nights brought me the brightest light.

Life isn’t perfect, not even close, but it is fucking worth it for once.

When I asked my brother to kidnap Lila, I knew I was buying a fight I would struggle to win.

Those days when she was hurting, mad at me, crushed me harder than I thought possible.

Last week was my breaking point. I couldn’t bear stay away from her for a second longer. I rather her throw more furniture at me but have my eyes on her, than to go another minute without breathing the same air as her.

And now, as I stand in the doorway to the kitchen, life gets even better as I watch Lila and Rosa talk over breakfast together.

They’re both in their pajamas, their legs tucked underneath them as they chat away.

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