Page 55 of Mafia Heir's Broken Vows

The terrace is bathedin the soft flicker of fairy lights, as they swing in the breeze. The distant crash of the waves is a calm lullaby. Alessandro pulls me close, his hands firm but gentle as he guides me into a slow, easy sway. There's soft music and the waves make their own song, we move as if we've done this a thousand times.

I rest my head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. His hand glides up my back, fingers tracing along my spine, sending a shiver of anticipation through me.

"I don't remember the last time I danced like this," I murmur.

He chuckles, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "Neither do I. But with you, it feels like second nature." He's an excellent dancer.

His lips skim along my temple, feather light. I tilt my head, meeting his gaze. His eyes burn with desire—a hunger tempered by tenderness.

Slowly, deliberately, he leans in. His lips brushing mine—soft at first, exploring, savoring. Then the kiss deepens and becomes rough and needy. His hand tightens on my waist, pulling me flush against him. I can feel how hard he is, how ready he is. Every inch of me responds, my pussy already wet from a kiss and a dance.

"Serafina—" he whispers against my lips, my name sounding like a plea.

He lifts me without effort,as if I weigh nothing, carrying me back inside in a few strides. His mouth never leaves mine, kissing me with a growing urgency that sends my pulse racing. We kiss more, slowly undressing each other, until there is nothing between us.

"You're mine," he growls against my throat, voice thick with need. Kissing my neck, teasing me with his fingers, he touches my pussy and rubs circles over my clit. It makes me shudder and buck my hips. "Always," I whisper, threading my fingers into his hair, and pulling him closer.

Alessandro flips me over onto my stomach, making me laugh the way he can toss me like a ragdoll. He's so strong—it's such a turn-on. "Ass up." He smacks my bottom and sends tingles straight to my pussy. He's kneeling behind me, towering over me, sliding his finger slowly in and out of me. Making me want more than just his hands inside me. He positions himself so that I can feel him, teasing my pussy. Just a little at a time, his hands grabbing my ass, and holding me still so I can't push backagainst him. "Stop." He says. I try to wiggle myself onto his cock again. He holds onto my hips and pauses, it feels like ages, the anticipation making me drip.

When he finally pushes into me, I let out a muffled scream into the pillow it is good, he's so deep holding me still. All of him inside me, filling me, stretching me out. "Fuck, Serafina." He moans and I feel his cock throb inside me. When he's calmed down, he starts to move behind me. Pulling my hips back to crash into his hard thrusts—his hand reaching around to tease my clit.

"Alessandro." I pant, so close to coming I can hardly move, he knows it. He moves faster, harder. Holding me against him on every thrust, rubbing my clit to the same rhythm, it's too much. Before I can tell him or even try to hold back my body shudders and orgasm rips through me. Behind me, he moans, gripping my hips, grinding his cock deep into me as he comes. His whole body shivers as his release takes over, and he lets go. It was fast and rough, but my whole body feels thoroughly fucked as I collapse beneath him.

Hours later, we still lie tangled in the soft sheets, the cool air brushing against our sweat-slicked skin. Alessandro's arm is draped over my waist, holding me firmly against him, as if to keep me from getting away.

I trace slow, lazy patterns across his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. He presses a soft kiss to the top of my head.

"We should do that again," I whisper into the quiet.

His hand moves, tilting my face to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, and hungry in a way that steals my breath.

"Careful what you wish for."

I lean up, brushing my lips against his—slow, lingering.

The night stretches on, blurring into dawn. We make love over and over again, every touch only making me need more.

And when the first light of morning spills through the windows, we have hardly slept, but every moment was worth it. I yawn and close my eyes, just needing a few more minutes in this bubble with him.

ALESSANDRO

Istand in the study, surrounded by my new life. This room is no longer an angry and empty space but has become a home for my transformation. Shelves that once might have held secrets now carry books on business strategies and framed photographs of Serafina and Leo.

The desk before me is cluttered—but with purpose. Contracts, blueprints, and proposals for legitimate ventures spread out in organized chaos. I understand it. I know where every piece fits into my plans. Every document represents a brick in the foundation of this new empire I'm building. One without the ugly underbelly of organized crime.

My phone vibrates. I glance at the screen to see the confirmation of the finalized deal for my new private security firm. It's official. My resources, once spent on fueling violence, will now provide protection—not power.

The study door creaks open, and I look up to see Serafina standing there. She's barefoot, wearing one of my shirts that falls loosely over her frame, her hair slightly tousled from sleep. She leans against the doorframe, watching me quietly. Two cups of coffee in her hands.

"You're up early," she says softly, a hint of sleep still in her voice.

I smile, setting the phone down. "Some habits are hard to break. But this time, it's different."

She comes, her bare feet making no sound on the polished floors. She hands me a coffee. Her eyes drift over the papers on the desk before meeting mine. "You're really doing it."

I get up and walk to where she's standing, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her close. "I'm doing something." I say, "And learning so many things; it's exciting to start fresh and do this my way—for us."

Her arms wind around my neck, and she rises onto her toes to kiss me—slow, lingering. "Whatever you're doing, I know it'll be a success."

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