Page 31 of Mafia Don's Twisted Union

I let her words hang in the air for a moment, considering how to respond. She deserves honesty, but not the full truth. Not yet.

“Because you’re different,” I say finally. “You’re not like the people I surround myself with every day. You see the world asit could be, not just as it is. That’s something I never realized I needed until I met you.”

She looks at me like she wants to believe me, but doubt still lingers in her eyes. I can’t blame her. Trust doesn’t come easily, and I’ve done little to earn hers beyond words.

“Carlito,” she begins, her tone hesitant. “This… us… it feels bigger than me. Like I’ve stepped into something I don’t understand.”

“You have,” I admit, my voice soft but firm. “But you’re stronger than you know, Mia. And I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The room feels heavier now, the weight of what I’m saying settling over both of us. She nods slowly, her lips pressing together as she considers my words.

“I’ll try to trust you,” she says finally, her voice almost a whisper.

I step closer, my hand resting lightly against her cheek. “That’s all I ask.”

Mia searches my eyes, her hesitation slowly giving way to something else. Trust, maybe. Or at least the first thread of it. Her lips part slightly as if to speak, but no words come.

I let my hand linger against her cheek, the warmth of her skin grounding me in a way I hadn’t expected. She leans into my touch, just barely, and that small movement sends a rush of something fierce through me.

“Mia,” I murmur, her name tasting unfamiliar on my lips in this moment, heavy with a need I can’t ignore any longer.

Her lashes flutter as she blinks up at me, her breath catching. “Carlito…”

Before she can say more, I close the space between us, my lips brushing hers with a gentleness that surprises even me. She freezes for a heartbeat, then softens, her hand rising to rest against my chest. The contact ignites something deep and raw, unraveling the restraint I’ve been holding onto all night.

I deepen the kiss, my hand sliding to the nape of her neck, holding her to me as I claim her mouth. She doesn’t pull away. Instead, she tilts her head, her lips parting for me as her fingers curl into the fabric of my jacket.

Every thought, every calculated plan I’ve ever made fades into the background. It’s just her—the way she fits against me, the way her breath hitches as my hands skim her waist.

I guide her backward slowly, toward the plush sofa in the center of the suite. Her legs bump against it, and I break the kiss long enough to lift her into my arms. She gasps softly, her hands gripping my shoulders, but she doesn’t protest.

“Mia,” I say again, her name a growl now, filled with every ounce of the hunger and need I’ve been holding back. “Say yes to me. Not just to the rings, not just to the promises. Tothis. To us.”

I lower her back onto her feet, while my hands begin to wander, tracing the delicate lines of her body through the soft fabric ofher dress. I feel her tense slightly, but then she relaxes into my touch, her head tilting back to expose the graceful line of her neck.

"Carlito," she breathes, her voice laced with a mixture of surrender and desire.

I nuzzle her neck, my lips brushing against her sensitive skin, sending shivers down her spine. "You’re mine now, Mia. And I plan to show you just how much I cherish that fact."

With that, I begin to unbutton her dress, my fingers deftly working the tiny fasteners. The fabric slides from her shoulders, baring her creamy skin, and I can’t help but admire the beauty before me. Her breasts, full and inviting, rise and fall with her quickening breath.

"You’re exquisite," I murmur, my lips trailing down her neck, across her collarbone, and finally, to the peak of her breast. I take the taut nipple into my mouth, suckling gently, while my hand cups its twin, eliciting a soft moan from her.

Mia’s hands find their way into my hair, her fingers tangling in the dark locks as she arches into my touch. "Oh, Carlito... please..."

I smile against her skin, my breath hot on her sensitive flesh. "Please what, my Mia? Tell me what you want."

"I want..." She hesitates, her eyes fluttering shut as my hand continues its exploration, sliding down her waist, over the curveof her hip, and finally, between her thighs. "I want you. All of you."

I nip at her earlobe, my voice a growl in her ear. "Then you shall have me. Every inch of me, devoted to your pleasure."

With that, I lift her into my arms again, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist. She is light as a feather, as I lay her down gently on the sofa. The plush cushions envelop her, and I stand for a moment, taking in the sight of her, sprawled out before me, a feast for my hungry eyes.

Mia’s eyes, now dark with desire, lock with mine. "Make love to me, Carlito. Show me what this marriage means to you."

I don’t need further invitation. I shed my jacket and tie, revealing a tailored shirt that strains against my broad shoulders. Kneeling between her legs, I lean down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Our tongues dance, a sensual battle of wills, as I claim her mouth with a ferocity that matches the passion building within me.

My hands roam her body, mapping every curve, every dip, and every hollow. I want to memorize her, to brand her into my memory. My fingers find the waistband of her panties, and with a gentle tug, I slide them down her legs, baring her completely to my gaze.

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