Page 28 of The Mafia King's Stolen Fiancée

Rafa’s expression turned dark and fierce. His voice was rough with possession when he growled, “You’re not going anywhere,cara. You’re mine.”

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RAFFAELE

Vivienne opened her mouth, and from her stubborn expression, I knew she was about to argue. But I was done with that.

I reached out and yanked her into my arms. “I told you before,cara. And I’ll say it as many times as I have to until it sinks in. You’re mine. I will not let you go.”

“But—”

“Besides”—I cut her off—“I’ve fucked you bare for five days.” Placing my hand on her flat stomach, I grinned into her shocked eyes. “You’re probably already carrying my baby.”

“Our baby,” she muttered.

“Exactly,” I said, jumping on her comment to prove my point. “Because you—both of you—are mine.”

“It hasn’t been long enough for me to be pregnant,” she responded, shaking her head.

“Well then, I guess I better keep trying. Just in case.” Before she could say another word, I crashed my mouth onto hers.

My tongue plunged between her lips, and I devoured her sweetness.

“Mine,” I growled against her mouth as I slipped a hand into her leggings and brushed a finger over her center. “Fucking drenched. Does thinking about having my baby get you hot, Vivienne?”

I kissed her again, grabbing her waist to hoist her into my arms before stumbling back into my office and locking the door behind me. I set her on my desk, then yanked her pants and underwear down her legs, practically ripping them off. With her lower half bare, I pulled her forward so my steel erection was pressed against her center. She moaned and wiggled her ass, scooting even closer.

I eventually pulled back, and smug satisfaction filled me at the sight of her dazed and lust-filled expression. I cupped her cheeks and let my gaze roam over her beautiful face for a few seconds.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” I murmured.

I raised her arms and dragged her shirt off, tossing it on the floor before tugging down the cups of her bra. I stared at her ripe tits and pressed a palm between them to gently push her down until her back hit the smooth wooden surface of the desk.

Both hands cupped her trembling globes, and my thumbs teased her nipples, causing them to harden into sharp points. Her soft moan became a cry of pleasure when I pinched them hard enough to sting.

“So damn hot,” I grunted. “Voglio succhiare questi bei capezzoli finché non diventano crudi.”

“Wh-what did you say?” she panted.

“I want to suck these pretty little nipples until they’re raw.”

She gasped, making her tits bounce enticingly. My dick throbbed, pushing against my zipper, desperate to get to her heat.

“Allarga quelle gambe per me,” I commanded. “Spread your legs, baby.”

She shifted, opening up as wide as she could, baring her drenched pussy.

Leaning down, I whispered in her ear. “Brava ragazza.”

I licked the shell of her ear as I pinched her nipples again. She whimpered and rubbed her drenched center against the bulge of my cock, searching for relief.

My head snapped up, and my hips retreated as I snarled, “I’m in charge,cara. If you can’t obey, you’re gonna have a cherry-red ass tomorrow.”

Her eyes widened, but after a second, she nodded in acquiescence.

“Bene.”I turned my attention to lowering the straps of her bra and leaving a trail of soft kisses over her shoulders.

Eventually, I straightened and popped the front clasp on her bra, pushing the cups to the side so her breasts spilled free. Then I urged her to rise enough for me to be able to remove it. Once the straps were off her arms, she moved to put them around my neck. But I captured her wrists and bound them in the silky fabric. This time—this fuck—was about proving to her that she belonged to me. I would be the one in control at all times. She would get her pleasure when I said so and would be punished if she didn’t do as she was told.

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