Page 91 of Dark Mafia Bride

“Fine. Let’s leave. Let’s get away for a while. Just us.”

She turns to face me, and I exhale in relief before continuing. “A vacation, maybe? We haven’t even had a honeymoon. What do you say?”

She doesn’t say anything. She just watches me with an unreadable expression on her face. Before I can ask her what she’s thinking, she’s striding over toward me with a determined look on her face.

When her lips collide with mine, I wrap my arms around her, diving in with fervor and passion. My tongue explores her mouth, and she meets me with the same intensity, pouring her anger and frustration into the kiss. I swallow her pain and hurt, dragging my hands over every inch of her skin, unable to get enough.

“Please,” she moans between kisses. “Please make me forget.”

A growl escapes my lips as I lift her body in my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist as I carry her toward the bed. As I place her body on the soft sheets, I’m already climbing over her, pulling my lips down to kiss her neck, her breasts, and her stomach. She moans when I rip her dress off her torso. I fling theflimsy material across the room to pepper kisses down her body, leaving open-mouthed hickeys everywhere I go.

Her fingers run through my hair before pulling at my scalp, tugging my mouth away from her skin to pull my T-shirt over my head. I work the rest of our clothes off quickly, eager for the feel of her soft skin against mine. When we are finally both completely naked, I kiss her again, slowly now, taking my time to worship her beautiful body as I trace my hand over every dip, every curve, every scar. Her breath shudders out of her lungs as I trail my hand down to her wet heat. Her hands wrap around my shoulders, and she pulls me closer to her.

“Make love to me, Ettore,” she moans against my lips.

I let out a guttural sound from my throat before sinking down between her spread legs. I brush the tip of my cock over her wet entrance once, twice.

“Are you sure?” I murmur, and she nods eagerly.

“Yes.”

I sink in slowly, savoring the sensation of her walls taking in my hard length. We both moan as I’m buried deep inside her, and after peppering kisses over her face and neck, I begin to move slowly in and out of her.

My arms are positioned on either side of her head, my face only mere inches away from hers. Our eyes are locked on each other, my heart thumping directly above hers.

I’ve never done this before. Making love. But fuck, it feels better than anything I’ve ever imagined. It feels like a fantasy, a high I don’t want to come down from. Her nails trail softly over the length of my back as I roll my hips gently, steadily. Our eyes remain locked, and I see the desire...the emotion pooling in her gaze. The sunlight streaming in from the window hits her eyes, making them glitter like gems.

And because I can’t resist, I lean in to kiss her again. I sink even deeper inside her before pulling out to thrust in again. Shegasps into the kiss as my movement picks up pace. Her fingers digging into my back, her legs spreading even further to give me more access.

The orgasm that hits us is unlike any other I’ve ever felt. It starts from her toes, which curl as she wraps her legs around my waist. The second to final thrust makes her body tremble against mine, and it squeezes my dick painfully yet beautifully. When I thrust for the last time, her hands grab my face as she whispers, “Come with me, baby.”

We come together, our bodies trembling with intensity as we surrender to each other completely.

31

MIRABELLA

The moment I step out of the private car, everything feels different.

Ettore kept his promise, bringing me to this tiny, tropical town on the island of Providencia, Colombia. Palm trees sway in the warm breeze, and a thrill surges through me as Ettore and I make our way to the little cabin ahead.

I glance around the beach, still in awe. It doesn’t feel real that I’m here—in a place so breathtaking it seems like it only exists in movies. As we reach the cabin door, Ettore flashes me a smile, and my heart skips.

The small house is tucked away in a quiet corner of the island, with soft pastel-painted walls and a hammock on the porch just steps from the water. I close my eyes, imagining myself lying in that hammock, letting the golden sun warm my skin, inhaling the faint, sweet scent from the hibiscus bushes nearby.

Inside, the cabin is like a little paradise. Everything is crafted from rich, polished wood, from the low ceilings to the countertop in the small kitchen. It’s simple, cozy, and feels like stepping into a dream. I linger in the small living room,marveling at the space around me, when Ettore comes back after dropping off our bags.

“Do you like it?” he asks, wrapping his arms around me.

“It’s better than anything I could have expected,” I whisper, leaning up to kiss him.

A low groan escapes him as his lips press against mine, his tongue teasing as his hands begin to wander beneath my sundress. I let out a quiet laugh, playfully slapping his hands away.

“Hey, that’s not why we’re here,” I tease. “Take me to the beach!”

Under my sundress, I’m wearing the bikini I’d slipped on this morning back in New York. During the five-hour flight, I couldn’t stop thinking about sinking into the sea, letting the ocean carry me away.

“Oh? So you’re saying we’re not going to have sex the whole time we’re here?” he asks, grinning.

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