Page 7 of Dark Mafia Bride

“Women? So, there’s been more than just me,” she says, tilting her head. She’s fishing, but there’s no edge to her voice—only curiosity. I love that she’s interested in my past, but I have to stay focused. If I let myself, I’ll tell her everything, and that’s dangerous territory.

“Sorry to disappoint you, Bella,” I say, smirking. “With the way I fuck, I don’t have room for too many women.”

Her breath hitches, and the playful smile slips from her lips. Her gaze darkens, heat pooling in her eyes. Lust. Pure, unfiltered lust. It’s mutual. We sit there, the tension crackling between us like a live wire. I don’t know how much time passes, and I don’t care.

My eyes drop to her lips again, and my body reacts before my mind can rein it in. My dick twitches, straining against my pants, and I feel the last shreds of restraint slipping.

Fuck. If we don’t move now, I’ll lose it. I’ll tear that dress off her right here in this car and make her mine—completely, utterly mine.

I exhale sharply and push the door open, stepping out into the cool night air. The rain kisses my skin, a brief reprieve from the heat burning between us.

But it won’t last. Not tonight.

I round the car and open her door, and when she steps out, her skin brushes mine, igniting a spark that’s hard to ignore. I find it fucking hard to believe she’s still a virgin. She’s beautiful, sexy—every man’s wet dream.

Without a word, I grab her hand, pulling her toward the entrance of the hotel. The lobby greets us with soft lighting illuminating from the chandeliers above. Marble floors and polished wood catch the warm light.

The middle-aged receptionist behind the desk straightens slightly as she sees us, and a welcoming smile spreads out on her lips. I handle the check-in smoothly before taking the key card and turning back to the woman in my arms.

The elevator ride to the third floor is torturous. Every stolen glance, every accidental brush of her hand against mine makes my pulse race, but I keep myself in check. This isn’t about rushing—it can’t be. Not with her.

For the first time in my life, I don’t want to dive headfirst into desire. I want to take my time, savor every second, every breath, every touch. I want to revel in this night like it’s my last night on earth. She’s different, and she’s making me feel things I’ve never felt before—things I don’t know how to name yet.

When the elevator doors slide open, I step aside to let her out first, my hand hovering at the small of her back. It’s a light, steadying touch, and yet it sends a wave of heat through me. As we walk down the hallway, each step toward the room feels heavier, more deliberate. My hand itches to pull her close, but I don’t. Not yet.

At the door, I slide the keycard into the lock and push it open, pausing to take a deep breath before stepping inside. I glance at her, my voice low but steady.

“Last chance to back out,” I murmur, meeting her eyes.

She steps closer, her confidence faltering for just a moment before her resolve shines through. Her lips are so close to mine that I can feel the warmth of her breath. “I’m not backing out.”

And that’s it—the last wall I’ve put up crumbles. My hand shoots up, grabbing her by the neck, and her eyes widen, equal parts surprise and desire flickering in their depths.

“I’m not a gentleman, kitten,” I drawl, my hand circling her throat while my second thumb caresses her lower lip. “I don’t do sweet words in bed, and I definitely don’t cuddle afterward.”

She rolls her eyes, but the heat in them never wavers.

“I’m not asking for sweet words or cuddles,” she whispers as her hand slides under my coat to caress my chest. The room is cold, my wet shirt is even colder, yet her touch only leaves burning in its wake. “I just want one night where I can feel alive. Just…make me forget, Ettore.”

The sound of my name on her lips sends a jolt straight to my chest, but it’s not lust—it’s something stronger. Somethingterrifyingly new. I lean in, my forehead resting gently against hers, as I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

“If that’s what you want,” I say softly, my voice thick with emotion, “then I’ll give it to you. But I promise, I’ll give you more than just one night to forget—I’ll make you feel like the only woman in the world.”

I clench my teeth as her hand slides down to the bulge in front of my pants. She stands on her tiptoes, her lips brushing my chin, and her next words come out in a breathless whisper.

“So what are you waiting for? Take me.”

The soft, sultry tone of her voice sends a shockwave through me, and in that moment, I know there’s no turning back. For the first time, I’m completely okay with that.

My fingers thread through her hair, pulling it roughly back as I press my mouth firmly against hers. Her breath stutters into a gasp when my tongue swipes across her teeth, then into her mouth. Her hands slide up my chest slowly, almost as if she’s not sure of what she’s doing. I kiss her harder, sliding my hands down to grab her ass.

A whimper slips past her lips, and I swallow the sound greedily. She wants this, and I’ll make sure every moment is worth it—for both of us. One hand travels under her dress as I continue to kiss her.

I knead the soft flesh of her ass, feeling the wet lace of her panties in my hand as I squeeze. She makes a sound of approval in her throat before sliding her hands over my neck and burying them in my hair. I groan, savoring her small sounds as my mouth devours hers.

She moans before pulling away to gasp for air. I suck on her neck, her shoulder, nipping gently with sharp teeth until she lets out another strangled moan.

The pleasure from just kissing her wracks through my entire body. My breathing becomes more erratic by the second, and ittakes everything in me not to rip off her clothes and fuck her against the door.

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