Page 20 of Dark Mafia Bride

She may have the qualities of the perfect wife on paper, but this situation is anything but typical. I need someone who looksgood next to me, someone with status and wealth, someone who can help solidify my image. Mirabella doesn’t fit that mold.

So why did I send Luca after her?

“You can leave,” I say, waving Luca off. I lean back into the sofa and close my eyes again, trying to ignore the mess of thoughts swirling in my head.

“Are you asleep?” I hear a soft whisper close to my ears.

The voice filters into my dream, and my eyes shoot open to see a pair of beautiful, dark brown eyes staring at me.

“Not anymore,” I respond in a gruff voice.

Mirabella bites her lower lip, and the sight shoots a sensation straight to my dick. That’s when I become aware of our naked bodies pressed together and the fact that her naked nipples are currently grazing my chest.

“Good,” she murmurs, leaning closer. “Because I want you to fuck me again.”

I grin, sliding one hand over her ass under the sheets.

“You have such a dirty mouth for someone who just lost her virginity,” I tell her with a husky laugh.

Her eyes flash in amusement and something else.

“I may never see you again, and I need to make the most out of tonight.”

My cock twitches in arousal, and I take a deep breath as she kisses my neck. Then I feel her hot breath on my ear as she whispers, “Fuck me, Ettore. Please...”

With a groan, I flip her over to her stomach before grabbing the complimentary condom from the bedside drawer and sliding it over my hard length. Then I lean down and gently kiss her back between her shoulder blades.

“Grab the headboard, kitten,” I tease softly as I slide two fingers into her pussy from behind. She moans into the sheets, making me impossibly harder than I already am. “I’m going to be rough this time around, so brace yourself.”

That seems to excite her because I feel her walls clench around my fingers. I pump her slowly, relishing the sound of her whimpers and the way she arches her ass off the mattress to meet my movements.

I slide my fingers out of her, and without warning, I position my dick at her entrance and slam into her. Her head bumps slightly into the headboard, and she lets out a muffled moan before grabbing the top of the headboard.

My fingers dig into the soft globes of her ass, holding her firmly as I thrust in and out of her. The sounds of her moans mix together with my grunts and the slap of our skin against each other.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I rasp before pulling a handful of her hair and wrapping it around my fist.

My thrusts become harder as I pull her back flush against my chest. Mirabella digs her nails into my thighs as she screams out my name. I let out a guttural groan as she grinds her ass against my pelvis, her wet pussy squeezing my cock as I stretch it.

One hand slides to the front of her neck, gripping her throat loosely, while my other hand slides to her clit.

“Oh...fuck, yes!” She gasps and squirms in my arms.

I keep up with my ministrations, feeling my balls tighten with the urgent need to cum. Her body convulses in my arms and her nails dig deeper into my thighs as she climaxes. I ride her, slamming into her just as my orgasm hits me.

My body tenses, and I let out a rough grunt, slamming into her one last time. When we finally collapse onto the bed for the second time tonight, we’re completely spent, exhausted beyond words.

“I think I like sex a little too much,” Mirabella drawls as I pull her close, her body melting into mine.

My eyes flutter shut, a tired smile tugging at my lips. Just before sleep claims me, I hear her mutter, “Too bad you won’t see me when you wake up.”

And she was right. I woke up to find her gone.

A groan escapes my lips as my eyes snap open. I’m no longer in that hotel room with her soft body against mine. Instead, I’m alone in an empty club lounge, haunted by nothing but memories of her.

But I don’t plan to let it stay that way.

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