Page 49 of Texting My Mafia Savior

Arriana:I said TRY. We both know we can’t make any promises. This might crash and burn. But I don’t want to spend the rest of my life wondering if I could’ve saved Aunt Lucy… and I’d never, ever forgive myself if I didn’t fight for us. I’m willing to fight for us, Nico. Are you?

Me:I’d fight the entire city, the entire world, for you.I’d fight an entire army. Never ask me that. Never doubt that.

Arriana:I’m coming to see you right now.

Me:Don’t, Arria. It’s not right. We can’t disrespect your dad.

Arriana:We don’t have to do anything. I just want you to hold me. I’m cold. And lonely. It hurts knowing you’re so close but not able to touch you.

I’m in the middle of typing another message when the door creaks open.Fuck. The second I lay eyes on her, it’s like I forget everything and everybody else. It’s as if tomorrow doesn’t exist. Even the rest of this house doesn’t exist.

She stands as a curvy silhouette in the semidarkness, wearing PJ shorts, her thick thighs glimmering in the light, looking so tempting I almost roar. A tank top clings to her curvy swells, her nipples poking through the fabric. Her hair is wild, sexy, and messy. She closes the door behind her, giving me a view of her ass, then turns the lock.

I stand up, trembling all over. Already, my hunger is growing solid. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I know,” she whispers, tiptoeing over to me. She puts her hand on my chest. It causes both of us to make hungry noises. “But really, Nico, none of thisshouldbe happening. None of this was part of our plan, was it?”

“We need to be good,” I tell her. “You just want me to hold you, remember?”

She nods, making ahmmnoise. It’s like she’s trying to tempt me, to make me crazy. I lie down on the bed and pull her into my arms. She wriggles closer to me, pushing the round, juicy globes of her ass against my crotch. I’m wearing boxers and a T-shirt, nothing else. My rod grows thick and hard, grinding against her ass.

She shifts against me.

“Don’t,” I say, but my voice is weak, my resolve weaker.

“I’m just shivering because I’m cold.”

I wrap my arm around her and hug her even closer to me. It’s like our bodies are on the verge of melting together.

“I never knew I was attractive until I met you,” she whispers.

“That’s a damn shame,” I groan. “It’s a tragedy. An outrage. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“Really?”

I slide my hand down her hip, let my fingers sink greedily into her fullness. There’s so much of her to grab, to caress, to obsess over. Every inch is an adventure. My balls swell with my seed.

“Really,” I snarl. “The fact that nobody has ever told you that is good and bad. It’s bad because you’ve been living a lie, thinking something that couldn’t be further from the truth. But it’s so, so good, too, Arria. It means I get to be the first to show you how perfect you are…”

I try to stop myself. This has been wrong from the start, but it’s even worse now. In her father’s home, with her parents sleeping down the hall. She’s still my niece, even if a divorce is imminent.

But then I slip my hand from her hip, over her stomach, down toward her shorts. I slide my hand under her waistband and over the mound of her sex, groaning when my fingers stroke across her clit. She gasps, sticking her ass out, pushing her fullness against my throbbing, pulsating length.

I glide my hand lower. She’s wet for me, her entrance hot and sticky. I have to push my mouth against the back of her neck and kiss her so I don’t make a noise that could wake her parents.

She grabs my wrist, gesturing for me to rub faster.

“You horny, excitable virgin,” I growl.

“I’m just a—lady who—knows what she…” she gasps.“Wants.”

I try to get myself to stop, aware this is wrong, aware that her dad might pound on the door any second. He’d bellow at me,“You’re her uncle. What’s wrong with you?”But I can’t stop, not when I feel her haven gushing with so much hot wetness, her folds feeling swollen, flooded with pleasure, her clit inflamed against my hand.

She shifts in time with me, each tempting movement of her hips causing her ass to grind against my rod. I kiss the back of her neck, burying my face, tasting her, smelling her, owning her. She’smyvirgin. I don’t care anymore if I’m supposed to be strong, or if it’s insane, or any of that crap. She’s mine, mine, mine. At this moment, with her body pressed against mine, with her heat smearing over my hand, I’ve never been more certain about anything.

When I rub her slickness, I don’t expect her body to tremble so quickly. She shudders against me, her ass grinding up and down my rod, making me harder, hungrier. I’m constantly on the edge of yelling out in wild desire. I have to kiss her, bite her.

She gasps, then her pussy gets somehow even wetter, her hole seeping with desire as I grind my palm against her nub and smooth my fingers over her entrance and between her folds. She arches her back, pushes against me so that precome leaks out of my tip, makes my underwear sticky. Her orgasm makes her entire body shudder.

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