Page 114 of Heartless Mafia Prince

I kicked off my sneakers, then unleashed my cock.

“You better hope you’re able to walk after this.”

“Hurry up, Rocco.” She rubbed her nipples through her pink tank top.

I grabbed a condom out of my back pocket, then sheathed my long, hard cock. My inner demons were working overtime. If I kidnapped and killed Ryah’s precious boyfriend, she’d be distraught over him.

“You better hold on to the couch cushion,” I gritted out.

Maze wiggled her ass. “Bring the dick,” she moaned.

I stood on my knees behind her. My fingers slid over her wet pussy.

“Fuck me hard, Rocco.”

I plunged inside of her and stilled. My thoughts were working overtime.

There was one thing that kept me from going totally ape shit about Ryah. Guys always talked about fucking chicks. That was the regular conversation in the locker room. Recently, I overheard asshole Drew admit to his friend that Ryah was still a virgin. She kept telling him she wasn’t ready. That gave me relief.

Holding Maze’s hips, I threw my head back and delivered long strokes.

“Yes, Rocco. Yes. I so fucking needed this tonight.”

Ryah was still a virgin. A wicked smile took my face. Her virginity is mine. She will be my woman. I stared at the wall across the room as I pounded Maze’s pussy.

“That’s right. Take this dick,” I growled, through bared teeth.

I was so fucking gone. Ryah’s smiling face came into view. I remembered I was driving her home after practice one evening. We were sitting at the traffic light. I told her about my teammate’s jock itch problem. Ryah laughed hysterically. The thought of sitting there all night just to marvel at her smile and enjoy her infectious laugh, was what I so desperately desired. Sweat poured from my brow as my head dropped forward, bringing me back from my special moment with Ryah. The sound of my skin slapping Maze’s lit the room on fire. All I could think about was fucking Ryah like this. The major difference was there wouldn’t be any other women once I made her mine. I’d also profess my love for her. Admit I’d been in love with her for a long time.

“You’re mine,” I grunted. My deep need for Ryah was heavy on my soul.

Maze’s body convulsed beneath me. “Fuck yes! So good,” she yelled out in pleasure.

I whipped the long hair clinging to my forehead to the back of my head.

“He can’t have her. She’s mine,” I roared, as I exploded. Nostrils flaring, my shoulders slumped as I pulled out of her. Still felt like the blood coursing through my veins was on fire. When would I realize no one could fulfill my need but Ryah?

The back door flew open and her beautiful face pulled me out of my memory. Ryah was my woman now. Everything we’d been through to get here was worth it. She loved me.

Her hands flew over her mouth. “Rocco, what happened?”

Ryah ushered me inside and closed the door behind me. Slivers of light from the security lights in the yard filtered through the kitchen windows.

“Bosco and I fought.”

“Rocco-”

I raised my index finger. My fucking arm throbbed. “You asked me not to kill him.”

Her arms crossed her chest, and she tapped her foot. “You also said you’d cut his lips off. Did you do that?”

I swear, she was holding her breath as she waited for my response.

Closing the space between us, I caressed her face. “I didn’t cut his lips off. His father arrived, stopping me before I got the chance.”

“Rocco, be fucking serious.”

My bloody lips melted against hers. “I am.”

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