Page 13 of Boss of Brooklyn

Sofia tugs at my shirt, her fingers fumbling with the buttons. I break the kiss, panting. “Are you sure about this?” I ask, searching her eyes. I need to know this isn't just grief or shock talking.

She nods, her gaze unwavering. “I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I need this, Luca. I need you.” She looks away, biting her lip.

I take her chin with my fingers and pull her face back to mine. “What is it?”

She blushes. “It’s just. You’re, you know, experienced. And I… I don’t want to disappoint you, since I’ve never been with anyone before.”

“Impossible.” I scoop her up in my arms, carrying her to the bedroom. As I lay her down on the bed, I take a moment todrink in the sight of her – hair tousled, lips swollen, eyes dark with desire.

I start slowly, dragging my hands up her thighs, taking in every curve of her soft body. “You sure, baby?” I ask one more time, my voice gravel, and she nods, eyes full of heat.

“I want you, Luca. Now.”

I tug her shirt over her head, my eyes locked on her perfect breasts, then her full hips when I get her jeans and panties off next. Every inch of her is mine. I stand, stripping off my shirt, my belt, watching the way her gaze drops to my cock, her lips parting at the sight of it.

“You’re so beautiful,” I growl, crawling over her, pinning her wrists above her head. “And you’re mine.”

I kiss her again, rougher this time, my hand slipping between her legs, feeling how wet she already is. She moans into my mouth as I slide a finger inside her, then another, stretching her to fit my cock. Her back arches, and she gasps when I slide a third in.

When I think she’s ready and I line myself up, I can see the tension in her face, her eyes dark with a mix of desire and nerves. I brush my lips across hers. “I’ll go slow, but once I’m inside you, baby, there’s no going back.”

She nods, biting her lip, and I press forward, feeling the resistance of her body. She’s so tight, my cock is straining to push into her inch by inch. She gasps, her hands clutching at my shoulders.

“It’s okay,” I whisper, my lips brushing her ear. “I’ve got you.”

Her eyes hold me captive and her nails dig into my back as I finally sink fully inside her, her body trembling beneath mine.Her breath catches, a mix of discomfort and need as I give her a moment to adjust. When I pull out slightly and glance down, I see it—the faint pink tinge where our bodies meet.

That’s it. She’s mine now. Forever.

“Fuck, Sofia…” My voice is raw as I start to move, slowly at first, watching her face. I can see the shift—the pain turning into pleasure, her body opening for me.

She moans, and I lose control, thrusting harder, deeper, faster. “Luca… oh God…”

The sounds she makes as I slam into her drive me wild, spur me with a primal need I’ve never known before. Before long I can feel perspiration running down my back, my abs flexing with every thrust. I never want this to end.

I flip her over, lifting her hips so she’s on her hands and knees. The angle lets me slide deeper, her body taking all of me now. I fist her hair in my hand, pulling her head back as I slam into her, over and over over. She cries out, the sound driving me wild.

“You feel so good,” I groan, my hand tight in her hair. “You’re taking me so well, baby.”

She whimpers beneath me, her body shuddering with each thrust. I feel her start to come apart, and I tighten my grip, pulling her head back until her mouth is open, breathless. She’s beautiful. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“Come for me, Sofia,” I command, my voice rough as I yank her hair, pounding into her. “Now.”

Her body tightens, and she screams my name as she shatters around me. I follow right after, thrusting deep one last time, my release hitting me like a freight train.

She collapses onto the bed, and I fall beside her, pulling her close, holding her against my chest.

“You’re mine,” I whisper into her hair, my breath still ragged. “Forever.”

Afterwards, we lie tangled in the sheets, Sofia's head resting on my chest. I stroke her hair, marveling at how right this feels. The city lights twinkle beyond the windows, but here, in this moment, it feels like we're the only two people in the world.

“What happens now?” Sofia asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

I press a kiss to the top of her head. “Now, we rebuild. Together. I meant what I said, Sofia. I'll help you get Nonna's back on its feet. Better than ever.”

She props herself up on an elbow, looking down at me. “Why are you doing this, Luca? Really?”

I reach up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Because I care about you. More than I've cared about anyone. And because I believe in you. Your talent, your passion – you deserve this.”

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