Page 84 of Dark Mafia Bride

“Sit, Bella,” Ettore mutters, reaching upward to grab my thighs. “Spread your legs even farther. Give me your pussy.”

Trembling, I obey, moving until I’m basically straddling his face. A moan rips out of my throat when I feel his tongue sweep along the edge of my pussy.

“Fuck,” I groan as my body bucks forward. I grab the headboard in front of me as he begins to stroke my center.

He’s using his tongue, his teeth, his lips. He’s fucking eating.

I lose control over the moans ripping out of my throat as he takes advantage of me. It feels too good from this angle. Too intense. Too raw. His tongue sweeps across my clit again, and my eyes fall closed.

“Open your eyes, Bella,” he growls from beneath me. “Look at me.”

I blink rapidly and stare down at him. He looks up at me, his cheeks flushed red and his expression fierce. He looks so hot, so sexy, and I ache all over.

His hands tighten around my thighs as he pulls my legs further apart. With support from the headboard, I roll my hips to meet the movements of his mouth.

“That’s right, baby,” he grunts. “Ride my face. Ride my mouth like the dirty girl you are.”

It’s unexpected. A strong surge of desire hits me hard and fast as my orgasm knocks me forward. My head hits the headboard with a soft thud, and I gasp as Ettore continues to suck me to insanity.

“Ettore,” I moan and try to lean off him. His hand clamps down on my thighs, keeping me in position. He continues to thrust his tongue over, in and out of me, until my entire body crashes against him.

I exhale deeply when he flips me over to my back, hovering over me. A tired sigh leaves my lips as he kisses the skin underneath my breast before moving down even farther.

“Fuck,” I hiss when he slips his fingers inside me again. “I can’t take it anymore, Ettore...”

“Good,” he moans, spreading my pussy lips with one hand while the other pumps in slowly. He alternates between licking, sucking and fingering. And I’m groaning, crying, and moaning.

It feels too good, so intense that it hurts. I want him to stop, but at the same time, I never want this feeling to end.

He fucks me hard and fast with his fingers this time around, while simultaneously licking and sucking my clit. The third orgasm that hits me nearly throws me over the edge. He holds me down, never stopping his ministrations until tears are streaming down the sides of my eyes.

When he finally stops, I can’t move, can’t breathe. I close my eyes, and I feel his hand caress the side of my face before wiping the tears from my eyes.

“Get some sleep,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss over my forehead.

My eyes tiredly blink open, and I see him adjusting his pants before he grabs his suit jacket from the floor where it fell earlier and walks out of the room as if he didn’t just fuck my brains out with just his fingers and tongue.

I’m pregnant.

Yesterday, it was a speculation, a suspicion, a fear. But now, as I stand in Alessia’s bathroom clutching the pregnancy test she’d given me earlier, I realize that it’s real.

“Mira?” Alessia calls from outside the bathroom.

I had wanted to be alone while checking the result, even though I appreciated her offer to be by my side. My heart races as I step out, the weight of the moment heavy in the air.

The moment I push the door open, Alessia’s face softens into a look of concern as she sees me. Her eyes search mine for answers, and I know that I don’t need to say much.

“It’s positive,” I say, and a sob escapes me before I can help it.

She rushes over to me, her arms enveloping me in a protective embrace. “Hey, hey,” she whispers, running her hands down my back. “Everything will be okay, Mira. I promise,”she sighs, her voice soothing but tinged with uncertainty. “Everything will be just fine.”

I hug her tightly as the tears continue to pour, soaking into the fabric of her shirt. But as much as I want to believe her, I know that from now on, things are far from being fine.

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ETTORE

The space beside me is empty when I wake up. A wave of déjà vu washes over me as I slide my hand over the cold sheets where she slept last night. It transports me back to our first night together, when I woke up to find her gone in the morning. But today...today feels different.

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