Page 129 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

“Rocco,” I cried out in pleasure.

He bent me over, gripping my shoulder and hip, plowing into me.

“This is my fucking pussy. No other man can embrace you in long hugs, smell your hair, stare at you like they want to shove their cock in your mouth. Fucking no,” he sneered.

Rocco flipped me over and placed my legs against his defined chest. His black hair fell in his face as he circled inside of me.

“Fuck, baby.” He stilled a second, then delivered long punishing strokes. The ones that made my pussy tighten around his cock again and again as I came.

“This fucking pussy is mine. Motherfucking mine,” he roared.

I reached up as I snaked my legs around his waist. Rocco moved us to the center of the bed while still inside of me.

His pink, soft lips fell on mine. He pushed his tongue past my lips. Hovering over me, he thrusted into me slow.

We moved together as my fingers caressed every ridge and muscle on his chest.

“Rocco, I belong to you. I always have and always will. If another man tries to pursue me, I will shut him down.”

His forehead fell upon mine. “I’m happy we’re on the same page.”

He kissed my lips softly as he plunged into me for the final time, filling my pussy with his cum.

I caressed his hair as I met his gaze. “Just me and you.”

No way would I let Levi or any other man come between what I have with Rocco.

***P***

Curling my legs underneath my bottom, I sat on the sofa across from Mom in my childhood home.

“Let’s hear it. Don’t leave anything out.”

She sipped the piping hot tea. Her long lashes fell over her dark eyes, sweeping her face.

Silence.

I sucked down half a glass of ginger ale, then placed it on the coffee table.

“Mom, tell me about Rosetta and grandfather trying to kill us.”

Mom nodded. “Ok, we’re really doing this?” she asked aloud, not meeting my gaze.

She sat her teacup and saucer on the table.

Leaning her head back, she peeked at the ceiling. “I had a crush on Luciano for years. He never knew I existed. Until fate crossed our paths. Your dad pursued me endlessly, despite being promised to another woman. Later, he explained it was an arranged marriage. By the time he came clean, I was already in love with him.”

Mom rubbed the side of her face. “Once I was in a relationship with your father, bodyguards were with me at all times.”

She sighed. “One afternoon I was at the grocery store. That was really the only place I frequented while I was pregnant. I loved learning to cook new recipes. That’s how I stayed relevant in the culinary world. Since I had to drop out of culinary school just for a little while.”

My eyes dropped to my lap. Sadness filled my heart. Mom sacrificed her career for me and Dad.

I smiled, urging Mom to continue.

“A sharp pain struck my stomach, and I doubled over, gripping my belly. Ercole rushed over and helped me sit on the floor, propped up against the canned soup. He called the emergency doctor Luciano had on call. I rubbed my stomach and made the mistake of verbally pleading with the man above for you to be ok. I guess someone overheard me and reported back to Rosetta. Because shortly after that day, a truck ran my car off the road. I wasn’t banged up too badly. More shaken up than anything. I was so pissed off; I went over to Rosetta’s house and we argued and fought. My level of freak out reached new heights when my eyes landed on the partial mural on the ceiling. I didn’t understand how Luciano could create something that was meant for me in their home.”

“Mom, Dad said you made him feel like the sky was always blue in his heart. That mural is all about you. Rosetta doesn’t know the real meaning.”

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