Page 28 of Vengeful Mafia Prince

"And you don't think that means you should have kept your distance?" I whisper. I hate this. I love this. I can't stand how he makes me feel—not unless I get a little relief, anyway.

His eyes lock on mine, and my heart stills in my chest for a second.

"No."

And with that, he kisses me. As soon as our lips come together, I sink into him, needing him, needing all he can give me, every moment of it, every second. I don't know if anything matters to me more in the world than feeling his closeness in this moment, feeling the heat of his touch as his fingertips dig into the small of my back.

"You have no fucking idea how much I want you," he growls as he backs me against the door. He pins me there, pushing my arms back against the wood, making it so I have no choice but to kiss him.

As if there's anything else in the world I'd rather be doing.

"Fuck..."

He pushes his tongue into my mouth and grabs my leg, hitching it up before pressing himself against me. I can already feel the stiffness of his cock through his pants. A flood of want courses out of me, so intense I can't help but gasp against his lips.

"Let me show you."

He puts his hand up my skirt and pulls my panties to the side, unzipping his pants as he kisses me again. His kisses are frantic and wanting, his teeth catching on my lip, sending little shockwaves of pain and pleasure flooding my whole body. And as he finally guides himself against my pussy, I draw in a sharp breath, and he plunges inside of me.

He thrusts himself into me all the way up to the hilt, brushing his lips along my neck and biting down on the lobe of my ear as he begins to move inside of me. I reach up to grasp his back, raking my nails along the muscles beneath his shirt. I can hardly stand this. My body is bucking against him, taking him as deep as I can as he pulls back and thrusts into me again, and again, and again.

I'm panting now, my breath tearing out of my lungs. He grabs my chin in his hand and forces me to look into his eyes as he continues to fuck me.

"You really think I could keep up an act like this?" he demands, his voice low. It's almost threatening, but it doesn't stop the waves of pleasure that are consuming me.

He kisses me before I can reply, pushing me harder back against the door so he can move into me with even more passion. The orgasm is already edging closer and closer, I can feel it, my pussy clenching around him, my thighs twitching, everything swirling down to the nexus of pleasure between my legs.

And then, I feel it, the flood of his seed inside me, filling me, making me his. He lets out a low, throaty groan against my mouth as he comes, and it's that which pushes me over the edge and into my release.

I cry out, glad that there's nobody around for miles to hear us. Because I'm pretty sure I could have woken the whole city with that. I grind against him, my pussy aching for him as he continues to move inside of me, pushing me into throbbing, endless sensation until I can't take any more.

He stills himself, breathing hard, holding himself deeply in me. When he pulls back, I can see the same lust of darkness in his eyes. He kisses me once more, a little softer now, and presses his forehead to mine as he finally slips out.

I slump against him, spent. I don't know what we do now. I don't know where to even start. I feel like everything that has happened between us is too confusing and too enormous to take on all at once like this.

Finally, he speaks.

"Elena..."

I press my finger to his lips.

"Can we talk about it in the morning?" I suggest. "I... I just can't do this right now."

He accepts at once, pulling me into his arms and lifting me from the ground. And as he carries me to bed, I loop my arms around his shoulders, breathing in the scent of him. I don't know how many more times I can justify doing something like this before I have to admit that I'm betraying my family.

And that I might not be able to justify what I'm doing with him.

Chapter Sixteen—Giovanni

When I wake the next morning, I almost forget what I'm doing here.

And just how much trouble I'm in.

I turn to face her, where she's splayed on the bed beside me, her blonde hair a halo around her beautiful face. She's lit by the rays of the morning light outside, not the harsh kind in the city, but the soft, gentle light out here in the woods.

I know we're going to have to get up and face the world eventually. But right now, all I want is to stay here, lying next to her, and enjoy the peace and comfort she's bringing me right now.

Slowly, though, her eyes flicker open. At first, she smiles when she sees me watching her like that.

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