Page 39 of Bound to the Mafia King

“Do you think so low of me that I would leave you after fucking you raw?”

Yes.

Sleeping with someone meant emotion. It did release the animalistic craving that sex did. There was no need for us to do that.

But instead of saying all of that, I simply shrugged.

“Come here.” He opened his arm out to me. I moved into his embrace and laid my head on his chest as I listened to the gentle thumping of his heart. It was steady and strong, such a stark contrast to my own beating monster in my ribcage.

He moved his fingers up my spine gently. Small little tingles moved from vertebrae to vertebrae with each stroke.

My body was spent from our night of passion, and yet my core still stirred to life. I had been foolish to think that only one time would be enough for me. I should have known from the moment my lips pressed onto his that he would be the drug that I could not quit.

I had never been an addict to anything in my life, but he had become my new addiction somehow.

I was in trouble.

He brought his free hand and used his thumb to trace the outlines of my face. His touch was so gentle and soft, it was such a contrast to the man he was.

He was known for his brutality and unforgiving nature. And yet he handled me with the utmost care and gentleness.

I stared into his eyes. “You have the most beautiful eyes.”

His lips spilt into a boyish smile. The joy reached his eyes, and they twinkled ever so slightly. They changed into the most brilliant blue against the morning rays of the sun.

Oh my…

“If you wanted to get in my pants, you should have just said so,” he said in a sarcastic tone.

I rolled my eyes. “Aren’t you tired?”

“Of you? Never.” He pressed his lips down onto mine. The kiss was by no means sexual, but it still managed to rock my foundation. He could destabilize with one look, and with one kiss he had ruined me long before I had the chance to run.

When he pulled away, my heart was light. It had been a long time since I had last felt this at peace. The only other time I’d felt like that was when I had…

No. I couldn’t think about that time. I needed to focus on the here and now. The past needed to be left alone in the?—

“Hey,” Valerio grabbed my chin between his fingers. “Where did you just go?”

I forced a smile to my lips and patted his hard chest. “Nowhere, just in random thoughts.”

His eyes searched mine, looking for something. I hated how his gaze just seemed to pierce right through me. I was left there sitting bare, completely exposed, and I wasn’t talking about my nudity.

He saw me, in ways that not many others had seen me, and it was unnerving. But at the same time, it was also very freeing. I didn’t feel like I needed to pretend with him.

“Is it Sergei?” He wasn’t going to let this go.

Judging from the rage in his eyes, it was safe to say that he still didn’t like the guy.

“Yeah.” It wasn’t a total lie. “I don’t want to marry him.”

The silence that followed my confession was loud. I tore my gaze from his eyes and looked to the wall behind him. We had been trapped in these four walls for the past few hours, but the real world awaited us right outside that door.

“Then marry me.”

My eyes cut to him so fast that I felt the snap in them. I stared into those oceans of his with shock and disbelief.

“Marry me,” he said again, but he wasn’t asking. It came out more as an order rather than a request. “Marry me,cielo.”

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