Page 62 of Dark Mafia Vows

My dick twitches at the sight, and I grab the soft globes of her ass, pulling her back toward me. A low hiss escapes my lips as she rolls her hips against my dick.

I squeeze her ass, letting my thumb graze very close to her center as she continues to grind against me. A soft whimper slips past her lips, followed by a soft moan of pleasure as my fingers slowly pump her again before replacing them with my dick.

She stills, letting out a low groan as I sink inside her slowly, inch by inch, until I’m buried deep inside her. A low groan escapes my lips at the feel of her warm heat clenched around me.

I pull out slowly, holding her in place as I thrust inside her again. She falls on her stomach, her ass lifting off the mattress and pressing against me. Holding her waist, I move into her again, in and out until I find a steady rhythm.

Slapping sounds intertwined with our moans and grunts fill the room. Her hands are firmly clutching the sheets as I slam into her from behind, her moans buried into the soft pillows. My breathing is labored as her ass moves up and down in time with my hard thrusts, creating an addictive feeling that spreads through every fiber of my being.

“Do you like being fucked by me, Ginny?” I grunt, meeting my question with a hard stroke. She responds by giving another small whimper as I slam into her.

With my hands, I gather her hair together before wrapping it around my right wrist and pulling her body up.

“Oh!” She moans as I pull her back against my front. My free hand slides to her front to grab one breast roughly.

“I asked you a question, Princess,” I growl, continuing to pound into her. “Do you like it when I fuck you?” I slide my hand up to circle her neck and whisper into her ear, “Use your words.”

“Yes,” she moans, her hand covering mine around her neck. “It feels so good.”

I thrust harder inside of her and grin against her ear. “That’s what I thought, sweetheart.”

I push her down against the bed again before slamming down hard into her. Her moans are loud, and so is the sound of me pounding into her. Her ass is angled upwards, making my thrusts hit her deep and hard as she writhes underneath me. Her pussy clenches around me again, and I feel my balls tighten.

My hand slips between her round ass cheeks, my thumb rubbing around her asshole.

“I’ll fuck here next,” I growl, slipping the tip of my thumb in.

Her body bucks against me as her orgasm hits her hard. I feel mine starting to build as I continue my relentless movements even as her body spasms beneath me. I continue to fuck her until I reach my climax, my dick twitching as I release into her.

A deep groan rips out of my throat as I collapse against her, our bodies slick with sweat. My chest heaves, trying to catch my breath as I turn to pull her into my arms. Our sweaty bodies lie tangled together in bed, the sheets a mess around us.

When she leans up to look at my face, I see the streak of tears on her cheek. Something dark and twisted wells up in my chest at seeing her this way for me. But when she smiles at me before a tired yawn rips out of her throat, the feeling in my chest is replaced by something warm and fuzzy.

I chuckle as she snuggles against my chest, her head settling right below where my heart lay. I bury my nose against her hair, inhaling deeply. She smells like flowery shampoo, vanilla, and the lingering scent of sex.

The warmth that spreads through my chest grows stronger, making my heart beat faster and louder. Blood rushes to my ears as I press a long kiss against her hair. A soft sigh escapes her lips, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.

As her breathing becomes slow and steady, I feel my eyes drift shut. And the only thing I can think about as I slip into a dreamless sleep is how I don’t want to wake up from this moment. I just want to remain in her arms, away from everything else.

Forever.

27

GINEVRA

Islam the refrigerator door shut with a thud, gripping the bowl of cookie dough I made earlier. A rush of cool air brushes my face, mixing with the warmth of the kitchen, but it does nothing to cool my frustration.

My gaze flicks to Lorenzo, still leaning casually against Dario’s marble countertop, arms crossed, a small, smug smile tugging at his lips.

“You can’t ignore me as if I’m not here, Ginny.” He sighs, his voice laced with a weariness I don’t care to acknowledge.

I do exactly that—I ignore him. Dropping the cold bowl onto the countertop with a sharp clink, I turn my back, focusing entirely on the dough in front of me. It’s a Friday morning, and surely Lorenzo has somewhere to be. Work, perhaps. He’ll get tired of standing here soon enough. He’ll leave once he realizes he’s wasting his time.

I press my fingers into the soft dough, testing its texture, acutely aware of his eyes on me, waiting for some reaction. But I won’t give him the satisfaction.

“Come on, Ginny. You can’t seriously stay mad forever,” he persists, his voice teasing now, the lightness of it grating against my nerves.

I roll my eyes, biting back a response, and move toward the pantry, searching for chocolate chips. Lorenzo showing up this morning wasn’t exactly a surprise. I’ve ignored every one of his calls and texts ever since he signed that contract—the one binding me to a marriage with Dario.

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