Page 53 of Triplets for the Mafia Prince

"Having trouble focusing?" Her innocent tone doesn't match the knowing look in her eyes.

"You're playing with fire."

"You started it," she counters. "You're the one who cheated."

"To get your sweater off. I didn't expect…" But who am I kidding? I expected a shirt and/or a bra, but the end goal was this. To see her soft curves again.

“Yes?” She arches a brow.

“I thought I’d have to cheat a few more games before I got to see your tits again.” I can’t stop myself. I reach out, cupping herbreast, feeling its weight in my hand. I brush my thumb over a nipple, loving the sound of her quick intake of breath.

I look into her eyes, desperate to see desire. I do see it, but also something else. Hesitation. Doubt?

I pull my hand away. “Sorry.”

She takes my hand and presses it over her tit. “You can touch, but you have to do more than that.”

I shouldn’t. That fucking conscience of mine gives me a million reasons not to fuck her. “Bella… that’s a big decision. You should?—”

“I decided not to kill you when I could have. I decided not to leave you on the side of the road when I could have. I decide to give you my phone when I didn’t have to. I think it’s safe to say that I’m able to make my own decisions.”

I can’t argue with that. Or I don’t want to argue. I want her so fucking bad. My dick is already tenting the sweatpants, about to peek over the top of the waistband.

“The first time isn’t always rainbows and unicorns,” I say.

She snorts. “It will still be better than whatever my mom gets from my dad.”

My hand cups her cheek, my thumb brushing across her bottom lip. The knowledge that she wants this, wants me, is a heady feeling. I still feel like I should turn her down. Someday, she’ll meet someone who is worthy of her. Someone she’ll love and who’ll love her. Together, they’ll make a family.

Envy toward that man heats my gut. I let my selfish self take over. I want her. I will have her. And I’ll show her just how good things can be between a man and a woman.

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BELLA

He looks me in the eyes, like he needs reassurance. I don’t know what else to say or do to let him know I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I want to go all the way with him so badly, I ache.

I suppose it’s nice of him to worry about this decision. I imagine he’s thinking I should wait until I find true love or something. But who knows if that will happen? If he fails and I’m handed over to his father…well, I don’t want to think about what could happen to me, but it won’t be nice. Not like this.

I press my hand to his chest and lean in, kissing him. Like I hoped, it breaks the tether on whatever is holding him back. His mouth ravages mine as he tosses a blanket behind me and lays me back in front of the fire. His hands are everywhere, stirring up the fire inside me.

I run my hands over him, feeling his warm, strong back, how the muscles bunch under my touch.

He sucks on a nipple, and my mind goes blank. All I feel is sensation. Glorious, torturous sensation. As he licks and sucks, his hands undo my jeans and push them down along with myunderwear. The room is cooling down, but the warmth of the fire and heat Nic is stoking in me more than make up for it.

His lips trail down my belly and lower as he pushes my thighs apart.

Shock fills me. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to have dessert.” His fingers part my folds. Can he really mean that? He’s going to use his mouth down there? Sure, I’ve heard of that, but I figured it was something only in porn and romance novels.

“Relax, Bellissima. You’ll like this.” His tongue slides through my folds.

“Oh. My. God.” My fingers grip the blanket under me as my world tilts on its axis. My hips gyrate, wanting more.

He makes an “mmm” sound and then his tongue swirls around. “Your clit is hard… so pink…”

“Nic.” Desperation fills me. This is even more than before. More sensations. More intense.

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