Page 22 of The Mafia King's Stolen Fiancée

His lips trailed down my neck, and I shivered. He turned me to straddle him and gave me a kiss that quickly spiraled out of control.

I was practically panting in need when he finally ripped his mouth from mine. “Fuck,cara. I need to be inside you so damn bad.”

This was one of many kisses that had exploded into intense passion. The first time it happened, I hesitantly confessed to Rafa that I had never slept with Chet…or anyone else. His reaction to me being a virgin wasn’t what I expected. He’d said that knowing he’d be my first gave him enough strength to wait until I was ready. Which was how I’d ended up alone in bed, yet again, that night. After being stomped on by Chet for two years, I struggled to be brave enough to tell Rafa that I didn’t want to wait any longer. I blamed it on our relationship moving at warp speed, and I still hadn’t officially called off my engagement. But he’d just given me the perfect opening, so I whispered, “I need you, too. Please, Rafa.”

Nothing more was said as he shot to his feet with me still in his arms and stalked across the house and up the stairs to his bedroom.

He was gentle as he laid me on the mattress, planting his fists on either side of my shoulders as he bent over me. With hislips only inches from mine, he rasped, “This is where I’m finally going to take you and mark you as mine.”

He didn’t wait for my reaction before crashing his mouth against mine. Just like with every other kiss he’d given me, he stole my breath and enveloped me in a sensual fog. Only this time, he didn’t hold back.

His muscular body pressed against mine, with his hard-on pushing against my already drenched core. But with the layers of clothing between us, I needed more.

“Please,” I gasped into his mouth.

Putting all of his weight onto one arm, he slid his other hand up to collar my throat. I gulped, more out of excitement than fear, and it made me even more aware of his hold. My inner walls clenched, and he proved how in tune he was with me when heat flared in his dark orbs. “Please what,cara?”

“I don’t know what I need, but I know you can give it to me.”

“That’s right, Vivienne,” he purred, tightening his hold for a moment before sliding his hand down to cup my breast. “I’m the only man who will ever give your sweet body what it craves. Because you’re mine. And nobody touches what belongs to me.”

Instead of making me feel like just an object for his desire, his words filled me with a sense of belonging. The fierce desire shining from his dark orbs left no doubt that he wanted me. There were no ulterior motives. Just the burning passion between us.

“Then do what you said…take me and mark me as yours.”

Rafa’s hand traced the curve of my jaw before tilting my chin up, his intense gaze locking with mine. “Brava ragazza.”

Being called a good girl in Italian sent a shiver down my spine, heat blooming in my chest…and my pussy. I had no idea what I liked in bed—except for Rafa to be there with me—but I was quickly discovering that I might have a praise kink.

Before I could catch my breath, his lips descended onto mine, claiming me with an urgency that made my pulse race. The naked hunger in his kiss gave me the courage to slide my hands beneath his shirt so I could stroke his broad chest.

He ripped his mouth from mine with a deep groan. “We have too many fucking clothes between us. Gotta get 'em off. Now.”

“Yes, please,” I panted.

As he unsnapped my jeans, I reached down to lift my sweater over my head, but Rafa wrapped his hands around my wrists to stop me. “No,cara. While I waited to get you naked in my bed, I pictured this many times. You didn’t help in any of my fantasies, so you’re not going to now.”

I loved knowing that he’d dreamed of this, same as me. But probably with a lot more detail since I had no experience to draw upon. “Okay.”

“That’s mybrava ragazza.”

He wielded his praise like a weapon—and effectively. I melted into the mattress as he undressed me and then himself, too turned on to be self-conscious. Even when laid bare beneath his gaze, all I felt was passion without an ounce of my usual shyness. The past three days had acted as what I imagined to be the longest foreplay in the history of humankind. “If I don’t come soon, I might spontaneously combust.”

He shook his head at my warning, his lips curving into a smirk. “Don’t worry,cara. You’ll be coming on my tongue very soon. Then I’m gonna stretch your tight little pussy to get you ready to take my big dick. And when I’m stretching you and filling you completely, you’ll scream my name while you fall apart with your pussy wrapped around me.”

He put his mouth, tongue, and fingers into proving his cockiness wasn’t all talk. With his gaze zeroed in on the juncture of my thighs, he wedged his shoulders between my legs and used his thumbs to hold my pussy lips open while he plunged histongue into my core, his whiskers scraping against the sensitive skin on my inner thighs.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “So damn sweet. I could eat nothing but your pussy for the rest of my life.”

My hips lifted off the mattress, and he palmed my butt to hold me in place while he devoured me.

“Come,cara,” he demanded right before he stabbed his tongue into my channel. Waves of pleasure crashed over my body, and I cried, “Yes! Rafa, yes!”

He ate me through my release, then turned his attention to my clit, suckling it while using a finger to stretch my pussy. When he was able to add a second digit, he sent me over the edge again.

“That’s right,cara. Let me hear you scream my name,” he growled against my damp flesh.

“My pussy,” he growled as he flicked my clit.

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