Page 67 of Mafia Don's Secret Heir
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he growls against my lips, his voice low and raw. “Every inch of you, every sound you make, every look in those goddamn eyes.”
I barely manage to respond before he spins me around, bending me over the edge of the bed. My breath catches as his hands slide up my thighs, rough and possessive, bunching my dress at my hips. His palm lands on my bare ass, the sharp smack making me gasp, my body arching instinctively.
“Such a perfect ass,” he murmurs, his tone dark, almost reverent.
“Luca,” I start, but my voice falters as his fingers slip between my thighs, finding how wet I already am. He groans, the sound filled with hunger.
“Look at you,” he rasps, his fingers sliding over me in slow, deliberate strokes. “So ready for me. Always ready for me.”
I moan, my hands clutching the sheets as he teases me, circling the most sensitive part of me but never giving me exactly what I need. My body trembles under his touch, desperate, aching.
“Please,” I whisper, my voice shaking.
“Please what?” he demands, his fingers sliding inside me, curling just enough to make my knees go weak. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you? Say it.”
“Yes,” I gasp, my voice breaking as he thrusts his fingers deeper, setting a rhythm that has me panting. “I want you. I need you, Luca.”
“That’s my girl,” he growls, withdrawing his fingers and gripping my hips. I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against me, and my entire body tightens in anticipation.
He thrusts into me in one hard, unrelenting motion, and I cry out, my body stretching to take him. He doesn’t give me time to adjust, pulling back and slamming into me again, harder this time, filling me completely.
“You take me so fucking well,” he groans, his grip on my hips bruising as he sets a brutal pace. “Do you feel that? How deep I am? How perfectly you fit around me?”
“Yes,” I moan, my body meeting his thrusts, desperate for more. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, raw and primal, matched only by the filthy words spilling from his lips.
“This pussy is mine,” he growls, his voice dark and possessive. “Say it. Tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” I cry, my voice cracking as the pleasure builds. “I’m yours, Luca. Only yours.”
“Damn right, you are,” he mutters, one hand sliding around to find my clit. He circles it roughly, perfectly, and I can’t stop the scream that rips from my throat as my body begins to tighten, teetering on the edge.
“You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?” he says, his voice low and taunting. “You’re gonna come all over my cock, just like the perfect little thing you are.”
“Yes,” I sob, my body trembling as his thrusts grow even harder, deeper, pushing me closer and closer.
“Do it,” he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Come for me, Valentina. Let me feel you.”
His words are my undoing. My orgasm slams into me like a tidal wave, my body clenching around him as I cry out, my hands gripping the sheets in a futile attempt to ground myself. He doesn’t slow, driving into me through the pleasure, prolonging it until I’m shaking, gasping for air.
“Good girl,” he growls, his thrusts growing erratic as he chases his own release. With a guttural moan, he buries himself deep inside me, his hands gripping me tightly as he comes, his body trembling against mine.
For a moment, the room is silent, the only sound our ragged breathing. He collapses over me, his chest pressing against my back, his lips finding the curve of my shoulder in a soft, lingering kiss.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, and I can feel the truth in every word.
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LUCA
Her body trembles beneath me, her breathing ragged, her skin flushed and damp with sweat. I’m still buried deep inside her, my chest pressed to her back, the aftershocks of her orgasm rippling through us both. But then she shifts, her hips rolling against me, and I realize she’s not done.
She turns in my arms, her eyes blazing with need, and pushes me back onto the bed. Before I can say a word, she’s climbing on top of me, straddling my hips, her fingers braced against my chest as her heat presses against the tip of my cock. My breath catches, my hands instinctively finding her thighs, gripping the soft, supple flesh as she looks down at me with wild determination.
“You’re insatiable,” I rasp, my voice rough, but I can’t help the smirk tugging at my lips.
Her answer is a roll of her hips as she sinks down onto me, taking me in one slow, torturous motion. I groan, my head falling back against the pillows as her tight heat envelops me. She pauses at the base, her body adjusting, and the sight of her like this—flushed, desperate, in complete control—threatens to undo me.
“Valentina,” I growl, my fingers digging into her hips as she begins to move.
