Page 31 of The Mafia King's Stolen Fiancée

“It will be when I can’t sit down tomorrow,” she panted, tossing me a cute glare.

“Fair point,brava ragazza.”

My palm came down once more on each side, and my cock refused to be ignored any longer. All finesse went out the fucking window, and I slammed into Vivienne over and over, one hand gripping her hip and the other alternating between spanking and caressing the reddened skin of her ass.

She was lost to the tidal wave of passion. The closer she got, the louder her cries became, which fueled my own burning need.

“Aah! Aah! Oh, Rafa! Yes!”

“I fucking love to hear you scream for me,cara,” I grated through a clenched jaw. “Give it to me, Vivienne. Shake the walls while I ride you until you can’t walk.”

Her knuckles were white as she held the edge of the desk. When she used it for leverage to shove her ass back, we both shouted at the burst of pleasure.

Suddenly, a door slammed somewhere in the house.

Vivienne froze, but I didn’t give a shit about anything that was happening beyond this room and the heat of my woman’s pussy. I didn’t even pause in my rhythm, speeding up instead. Vivienne tried to rise, but my hand on her back kept her trapped. She tried to wiggle out of my hold for a second, but then the passion overtook her again. Her head fell back, and she bit her lip in an attempt to keep silent. I gave her ass another sharp slap before fisting her hair and tugging it hard enough to cause a small sting of pain. “Do you want me to let you come,cara?”

“Yes,” she pleaded.

“Then let me hear how much. I don’t give a fuck about anyone else. I want to hear you begging me, screaming for me, calling out my name.”

I let go of her hair and slipped my hand between her and the desktop before gliding my fingers down to her pussy. I drew a circle around her clit, then flicked it hard, and she cried out, “Yes!”

“Brava ragazza.” I bent over her, the damp skin of her back sticking to my chest as though it was gluing us together.

Her pussy walls clamped around my cock, and I rubbed her clit a few more times, feeling a smug satisfaction when she started begging me at the top of her lungs. “Oh please, Rafa! Yes! Right there. Please don’t stop. Yes! Yes!”

My spine tingled, and my balls drew up tight, ready to burst. I couldn’t hold out any longer. “Fly for me,cara.”

I pinched her clit and slammed into her one last time. She exploded as hot come shot out of my cock, filling her with jet after jet of my seed.

“Definitely going to get you pregnant,” I growled.

I resumed thrusting, drawing out her orgasm until she collapsed on the desk, limp and absolutely spent.

“Have you learned your lesson? Do you know who you belong to,cara?” I asked before burying my face in her neck while I waited for my heartbeat to slow down so I could catch my breath.

“Yes,” she grumbled, still panting heavily.

“Brava ragazza. Sei mio.”

13

VIVIENNE

After confirming he was in the Mafia and reminding me of all the reasons I shouldn’t leave—including the possibility of being pregnant—Rafa had stuck close to me. The kind of close where we spent the entire day and night naked in bed together. And increased the odds of knocking me up…by a lot.

Exhausting me with orgasms had proven to be an effective method of keeping my mind off the doubts that had crept in upon discovering that the man I’d fallen for had a dark side to him that I never even guessed was there. It was the complete opposite of what he’d shown me. And it took my mind off the fact that it might be too late to second-guess what I was building with Rafa because I could already be carrying his baby.

I was surprised to find the bedroom empty when my eyes finally blinked open the following morning. Propping myself up with an elbow pressed into the mattress, I called, “Rafa?”

When there was no answer, I flopped onto my back in an achy heap. I vaguely remembered Rafa telling me at some point during our sexathon that I was going to feel where he’d been. He was right about that.

My inner thighs were sore, and my core had a slight throb. And this was after he’d run me a hot bath to ease my muscles the last time he’d taken me. I couldn’t imagine how tender I would’ve been this morning without it.

I barely had enough energy to stretch my arm out and confirm that the sheets beside me were cool. When I woke up to use the bathroom a few hours ago, Rafa had still been sleeping, so I had no idea when or where he’d gone. But the odds were good that he’d be back soon since he seemed to have an eerie sense of what was on my mind, so he had to know that I was still struggling with learning who he was.

It was as though Rafa had branded himself onto my skin with his touch, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Especially when it had finally dawned on me that he’d kept me locked inside and under his watchful eye the whole time I had been here. I didn’t want to trade one gilded cage for another—no matter how much I enjoyed this one—but that seemed to be exactly what I’d done.

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