Page 60 of Mafia King's Bride

“I need to be inside of you, right now.”

I place her on the cushioned seat as she spreads her legs for me. Her dress is gathered at her waist, and the sight of her dazed eyes as she waits to take me is breathtaking.

“No matter how you may feel, you’re the best of women. I’m telling that to you now. You’re my wife.”

She doesn’t answer me, and I know I’ll have to explain myself later.

I move against her, resting my head on her shoulder, whispering in her ear as I slide into her.

Her gasp as I slowly push into her is the only sound in my head. Soon, I’m filling her completely, and we stay motionless for a second, panting against each other.

“Oh please, fuck me,” she moans.

And that’s all I need.

I begin to pull out of her, slowly, inch by inch, leaving her until only the tip remains. Then I push it all back in.

“Oh, fucking hell,” she cusses loudly.

“Easy, you’ll be fine; just breathe,” I guide her, kissing her neck.

I do it again, slowly pulling out of her and filling her up fast. The sound of our flesh meeting against each other causes me to throb even harder inside her.

“You feel so fucking good,” I whisper into her ear as her moans begin to pour out in short bursts.

I pick up my pace, slowly fucking her as I kiss her neck, her hand steadying herself against the seat.

Nothing can prepare me for her hand against my head as she whispers fiercely, “Fuck me hard and fast. Don’t let me think of anything else.”

I slip out of her, feeling sorely abandoned as I hang in the cool air around us.

I pull her up and turn her back to me, coming up behind her.

Her moans are louder now, and the space blurs around us as I take her from behind. She times her rocking against my thrusts to slam against me as I fuck her.

“You take my cock so well,” I say as my hand holds her by her hip, keeping her steady as I continue thrusting.

“You’re so deep in me. Filling me up,” she gasps. Her legs shaking, she reaches back to take hold of my arm for stability. “Don’t stop. Whatever you do, don’t stop.”

I pull her up and keep thrusting into her, and she leans against me, her mouth open as she moans with each thrust.

“Look at you, so fucking beautiful.”

“I’m coming,” she moans as she shakes against me.

Before the words fully leave her mouth, I grab her, a deep groan vibrating through my chest as I join her.

Afterward we sink into the nearby seats. I pull Ana into my arms, holding her in a close snuggle and kissing her hair. Only then do I remember we were supposed to have dinner a while ago.

TWENTY-ONE

ANA

I take Dmitri’s hand as I climb out of the limo, trying not to faceplant in these ridiculous heels. Nothing says “Bratva wife” like eating pavement at a fancy party, right?

The night air hits me, and I resist the urge to shiver. Next time I’m bringing a jacket. Or better yet, staying home with Netflix and sweatpants.

Dmitri insisted on being “fashionably late,” which I’m pretty sure is code for “I wanted to make an entrance.” I half expect a spotlight to shine on us as we cross the street.

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