Page 41 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

“Funny, I had that same dream.”

She giggled.

I hoisted her up into my arms. Her legs and arms locked around me.

“Fuck me good, baby,” she murmured.

I swear my cock became harder with that statement. Only Ryah had that effect on me.

She slipped her hand between us and grabbed my cock. Ryah slid her pussy slowly down my shaft.

“Fuck,” I gritted out.

“I miss your pussy hugging the fuck out of my dick.”

Our tongues tussled again as her fingers threaded my dark curly strands.

Hooking one of her legs over my arm, I gripped her ass, slamming into her harder and faster. The sound of our skin slapping together hung in the air.

The tips of my fingers brushed along the side of her body. Her soft skin was a treasure. One I’d never take for granted.

“Ryah, shit. Baby-”

Our eyes locked. Did she really know how important she was to me?

Her hand fell upon my iron jaw.

“Rocco, it’s ok to let go with me. No one will ever understand you the way I do. You are my comfort. The man who would do anything in his power to keep me safe. Baby, you overcame your fear as we exited the plane in the deep water. Your focus was on me. I love how hard you love me. How you hate being away from me. That warms my entire body. To be loved...” she paused. “...by a mafia prince is something I will cherish forever. I love you, Rocco. I’m honored to be your mafia princess.”

Her fingernails dug into my shoulders as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

“Rocco,” she murmured in ecstasy. I slammed my lips against hers to keep her screams at bay.

We needed this physical and emotional connection after all we’d been through.

There was no letting up on my mafia princess. I stroked my thumb over her throbbing clit as she came down from her orgasm high, only to pull another violent shudder from her body.

“You like that?”

Her lips quivered. I knew that was a yes.

Weaving my arms up her back, I pumped my cock into her with long, punishing strokes. I bit her bottom lip until the taste of copper hit my tongue.

“You’re mine. All fucking mine. And I’m pissed I can’t see you whenever I want because of this fucking war.”

I tugged her hair until our gazes locked. “Mark my word, Ryah. We’ll bring that bitch down.”

Her palms caressed my face as I loosened my hold.

“I can’t wait to make her pay,” she bit out.

Plunging into her a final time, I came as I kissed her lips slowly and passionately.

Our chests rose and fell as I held her in my arms, still inside of her. I hated that our time was coming to an end.

Reluctantly, after we cleaned up, I kissed her goodnight and retired in the bedroom down the hall.

Thirty minutes later, the bed lowered.

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