Page 132 of Dark Mafia Bride

The thickness in the air crackles, feeling like an invisible thread pulling us together even as we try to resist it. Our eyes lock and I see the vulnerability he’s trying to hide—the longing, the desire, the love.

Something inside me shifts in that moment, and suddenly “the right time” I’d been waiting for feels like now.

I struggle to steady my breathing as I finally find my voice. “Take me home.”

Ettore freezes, the words hanging between us like a delicate thread. Then his eyes light up with understanding, followed by relief, joy, and something darker—something that sends a chill down my spine and sets a fire in my heart.

He stands up slowly and reaches out his hand towards me with a deliberate, almost reverent gesture. My throat tightens as I reach back towards him, feeling the anticipation coursing through my body like electricity.

This is it—the moment I have both dreaded and longed for.

The moment I tell this frustratingly unpredictable man that I love him.

46

ETTORE

As the car rolls down the winding driveway of the Greco estate, a current of electricity buzzes between us, igniting every nerve ending in my body. The anticipation thickens the air, and I can feel the heat of Mirabella’s presence through my thick coat.

It’s like a tempting flame, drawing me closer to consume me. Every stolen glance reveals the same desperate need reflected in her eyes—a longing that has been simmering, unchecked, for months.

The car comes to a stop with a loud screech in front of the house. We step outside, and the cool night air contrasts sharply with the warmth radiating from our bodies. The world around me fades into nothingness, and the only thing I can focus on is her.

Reaching for her hand, I ignore the jolt of pleasure that races through me at the simple touch. Her fingers intertwine with mine, soft and trusting, and I lead her up the familiar steps of the house and through the grand doors. The echo of our footsteps on the marble floors feels deafening in the silence, each step carrying us closer to the inevitable.

Up the staircase and down the hall, we arrive at my bedroom—our bedroom. The moment the door closes behind us, the thin thread of restraint I’ve clung to snaps, and I’m capturing her lips with mine. She moans at the contact, kissing me back with equal fervor.

Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us. My hands find her waist, gripping her as if she might disappear if I let go. Her touch is just as desperate as her hands glide over my shoulders, pushing my coat off and letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor. The sensation of her fingers through the thin fabric of my shirt makes my pulse race, each touch unraveling me further.

As soon as the material drops to the floor, I immediately lift her up, carrying her to the bed while she wraps her legs around my waist. I lay her back against the soft mattress, my body following suit to kiss her lips and drag my mouth down her neck. I run my hands over every inch of her body, greedy for every single inch of her.

She moans as my hands skim across her breasts before slipping beneath the straps of her dress to pull it off before unclasping her bra. I pull one sensitive nipple between my lips as my fingers trail lower down her torso, brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs until my fingertips find their target.

“Ettore.” She releases a choked gasp when I push her thong to one side to slip two fingers inside her. She arches her hips slightly, showing me just how much she wants this. I can feel her arousal pulsing against me, feel her pussy clenching around my fingers.

I drag my lips from her breasts down to the firm curve of her stomach.

“I love you, Mirabella,” I whisper against her skin before pressing a long kiss on her stomach.

I hear her release a sharp exhale as one hand sinks into my hair. “I love you too, Ettore.”

Her confession dissolves into a moan when I insert a third finger inside her and begin to pump. She moans loudly as her hands begin to hastily unbutton my shirt. I lean back slightly to watch her pussy while I fill her up and tease her with my fingers.

“Your pussy is as pretty as I remembered,” I whisper as I stare down at her, taking in her lush curves. “So tight...so ready to take my cock...”

“Ettore,” she moans, pushing my shirt over my shoulders and then tugging at my pants.

“So impatient,” I growl, continuing to pump her slowly as her long fingers fumble to unbuckle my belt and undo my zipper. When she finally has my fly open, she slides her hand underneath, running her warm palm over my hard stomach muscles. As her fingers touch the head of my erection, I groan in satisfaction. She knows just what buttons to press to drive me insane.

“I want you now, Ettore,” she whispers, looking up at me with pleading, needy eyes.

“Fuck,” I say through gritted teeth as I hastily shove down my pants and pull her thong off completely. I shove my boxer briefs down my legs before positioning myself behind her and adjusting between her spread legs.

We are both lying on our sides, and I am being cautious not to put too much weight on her bump.

When I slide into her slick, wet heat, we both groan at the sensation. I roll my hips slowly, taking my time to savor and enjoy the moment. Mirabella leans back to kiss me again, wrapping her arms around my neck and one leg around mine to hold me close. A wave of ecstasy ripples through my chest and explodes into my brain as she starts to grind herself against me faster and harder.

My balls tighten with each stroke, and I start thrusting faster, deeper.

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