Page 19 of The Don's Proposal

“Just for a moment. But I’m sure you’ve endured worse. You’re strong, I know you can take it.” Pulling back, her eyes follow as I move to settle on my heels. Shoving the waistline of my pants down, I free my cock and give myself a squeeze. “A good girl wouldn’t have any issue taking this.”

Her breath catches, and her stomach flexes. Her tongue swipes across her lip as I stroke myself. So wide, those ocean blues take in my glistening tip. She doesn’t look scared, not one bit.

If this is how Camellia acts when she gives in to this force pushing us together, then there’s no way in hell I’ll ever want to leave this bed again. I’ll do all my work and make all my decisions right here.

When she nods, I thank whatever higher power has sent this woman in my direction.

Sliding the tip along her slit, I choke as I start pressing forward. She opens up for me, and it’s beautiful. So wet and ready, I’m blinded by short shallow thrusts. At this rate, I might get off before I can fully bury myself inside.

I’ll never want to leave this pussy again.

Sinking deep, I experience nothing but paradise. As her pussy swallows up every inch, I’m left resting on my elbows. Trying to fight the urge to start thrusting wildly and chase this need to seek the release I’ve held onto since she stepped into my life, her groan helps keep me grounded.

I’ll wait as long as she needs me to, even if it fucking kills me.

Seconds pass by and sweat rolls down my temple. Just as I part my lips to ask her if she’s ready, there’s a sudden loud banging against my door. One that makes her jerk and instantly reach out for the blankets. Like a splash of cold water, she’s stiffening against me more and more by the second.

“We’re fucking busy!” Turning, I seethe the words out through gritted teeth.

The door opens anyway and Camellia gasps, tucking herself against me like I can hide away every inch of her body.

Snatching the blanket to help in her aid, I curse as her grip tightens around my cock in a vice grip. Just as I throw it around us, I turn to see who has the deathwish to interrupt my bliss.

Fucking Urzo.

He doesn’t look at us, smart enough to know better than to look at my woman when she’s in this state. “This couldn’t wait.”

Unless the estate is under fire and Camellia’s life is in danger, it can fucking wait.

“Well? Say what you have to say so you can leave.” I’m trying not to completely lose myself to rage, not when I don’t want to scare her off and take steps back.

He clears his throat and shifts where he stands. “You wanted to know when they came for her. Well, one of them did. Not Rocco. The other one.” His brow furrows deep and a flicker of something crosses his face. Something he wastes no time in squashing down. “She’s very loud. Disrupting the peace. Should I take her down below?”

Every word that leaves his lips is nothing but trouble. It’s all Camellia needs to start wiggling beneath me. She huffs and puffs and shows the first signs of caring about someone with the same last name.

Moment fucking ruined.

Great.

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Camellia

“Camellia!” My sister’s voice is warped with worry as she cries out my name. Not even Santino can keep his grip on me when she throws herself at me in a hug that makes breathing impossible. “I thought they killed you. They wouldn’t let me see you, wouldn’t tell me where you were.”

My heart thunders in my chest, proving my state of life.

Eliza shouldn’t be here. Out of everyone, she’s the one I didn’t want to come here the most.

She’s worth more to this family than I am. Worth more to the man who has easily broken down my walls. Who has stolen my heart.

Despite knowing that, she still came here. Even if she thought I was dead and meant stepping into her own doom, she still came.

My eyes feel wet, and the jealousy I felt in the pit of my stomach about her taking Santino’s attention leaves me feeling terrible. I should know better.

“Rocco–”

“Fuck him.” She growls the words and squeezes me tighter. Her words grow muffled against my hair. “Don’t even think about him.”

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