Page 12 of Curvy Girl for the Mafia Daddy

Slowly, I raise myself up on my elbows to look down at her. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted and swollen from my kisses. She looks thoroughly debauched, and so fucking beautiful it makes my chest ache.

"Dana," I rasp, my voice hoarse with emotion. "Open your eyes, sweetheart."

Her lashes flutter and then lift, revealing those stunning green depths. They widen slightly as she takes in my serious expression.

"I'm so sorry," I tell her, the words inadequate but all I have. "I shouldn't have...fuck, I took advantage of you. You were a virgin and I?—"

She presses her fingers to my lips, silencing my self-recrimination. "No, Luca. You didn't take advantage. I wanted this, wanted you. I still do."

I shake my head, marveling at her capacity for forgiveness. "You don't know what you're saying. Being with me...it's not safe. The threats, the danger that surrounds me, it will consume you too."

Determination hardens her delicate features. "I'm not afraid. Whatever comes, we'll face it together. I'm not going anywhere, Luca. I'm yours now, remember?"

My heart clenches at her words, at the unwavering loyalty shining in her eyes. I don't deserve it, don't deserve her. But God help me, I'm too selfish to let her go.

"Mine," I agree roughly, lowering my head to claim her lips in a searing kiss, pouring all my fear and love and desperate need into the press of my mouth on hers.

She meets me with equal fervor, her tongue tangling with mine as she arches up into my body. And just like that, the embers of my desire flare back to life. I groan into her mouth as I feel myself hardening inside her once more.

Dana gasps as I begin to move, my hips rocking in a slow, deep rhythm. "Luca," she breathes, her hands gliding over the taut muscles of my back. "You feel so good."

A guttural groan tears from my throat at her breathy words. I pull back, nearly withdrawing completely before surging forward again, burying myself to the hilt in her tight, slick heat.

"Cazzo, you're still so tight," I rasp against the shell of her ear. "Your sweet little cunt fits me like a glove."

Dana mewls, her inner muscles fluttering around my pistoning cock. I set a deep, rolling pace, pulling out slowly only to slam back in, over and over until she's writhing beneath me.

"That's it, tesoro," I encourage her, angling my hips to hit that spot deep inside her that makes her eyes roll back. "Take what you need. Use me for your pleasure."

She does just that, her hips rising to meet my every thrust, her blunt nails digging into my shoulders. I relish the sting, the physical proof of her desire, her need for me.

I bend my head, capturing one rosy nipple between my lips. I lave the sensitive bud with my tongue before grazing it with my teeth. Dana jolts as if electrified, a high keen escaping her kiss-swollen lips.

"Luca, please," she pants, her head thrashing against the desk. "I'm so close..."

I double my efforts, suckling her nipple harder as I reach between our sweat-slicked bodies to circle her clit with my thumb.

"Come for me, amore," I command, my voice rough with strain. "Soak my cock with your sweet cream."

As if on cue, her body goes rigid, bowing up off the desk as her climax crashes over her. I muffle her scream with my mouth, swallowing down her cries of ecstasy even as my own orgasm surges through me.

I empty myself deep inside her, painting her womb with jet after jet of my seed. Merda, what if I've gotten her pregnant? My pleasure only intensifies at the thought of her belly swelling with my child.

But then I picture it—Dana, glowing and round with new life, a life we created together.

The image steals my breath even as it terrifies me.

I collapse on top of her, my face buried in the crook of her neck as we both struggle to catch our breath. Her fingers card gently through my sweat-dampened hair, soothing me.

"Ti amo, Luca," she whispers, so softly I almost think I've imagined it.

My heart stutters in my chest. She loves me. This incredible, brave, beautiful woman loves me. Me, a hardened mafioso with blood on his hands. I don't deserve her love, but I'm too much of a selfish bastard to refuse it.

I lift my head from the crook of her neck to gaze down at her. Her green eyes shine with tenderness and sincerity, stealing the air from my lungs.

"Dana," I rasp, my voice rough with emotion. "You can't...you shouldn't love me. I'm no good for you, tesoro."

She shakes her head, a sad smile curving her kiss-swollen lips. "It's too late, Luca. My heart is already yours, flaws and all. And I'm not letting you go."

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