Page 7 of Soulmate of the Mafia King
A foil packet crinkled, and he positioned himself behind me. I’d be able to see my whole naked body. I shivered as the tip of him poked at my entrance.
“Open your eyes,” he whispered. “You’re beautiful.”
I took a deep breath and opened my eyes at the same moment as he slid in. Pleasure raced through my body, and I watched my every muscle twitch with it. Because there I stood. Scars painted my torso and thighs in pink and white lines. I remembered every injury. But Tom palmed one of my breasts, covering a handful of them, and pulled back to thrust again. He met my gaze in the mirror.
“Beautiful,” he said.
I gasped as he slammed into me. Beautiful. I didn’t know if I’d ever been beautiful, even before they took me, but the way I moved with Tom, the way he touched me with fingers that were protective instead of possessive, that was beautiful. I arched into him and met my own gaze.
Why had I been so scared? I knew the woman in there. She was the one I forged from what everyone left behind. I plucked my own nipple and began fucking Tom in earnest.
He groaned and caught my rhythm. We moved in perfect unison, chasing that high together. I forgot about the diesel smell, about the fight tomorrow, about the strange men in the other room, everything but Tom and me in the mirror. This place had no hold over me anymore.
“I love you,” I groaned as I came.
Tom followed me wordlessly a moment after, but when he slipped his cock out, he kissed me, and murmured the same against my lips. Heavy with exhaustion, we dropped into bed without bothering to get dressed. Tomorrow could throw whatever it had at me. I was ready.
CHAPTER 6
TOMMASO
Iwoke up earlier than I’d expected to, while the sun was still below the apex of the sky, and stared at Paige for a long moment. Her hair splayed brightly over the pillows, curling around the curve of her full cheek. She’d never told me directly about her issues with mirrors, but I’d guessed. Watching her last night had been like a miracle. But now, in the morning light, my chest squeezed. She was brave. I knew that, had seen it a million times. But I wanted her to be able to keep getting braver, not get the wind knocked out of her by some bastard who wasn’t worth the time of day. I sighed and climbed out of bed to start my day.
In the common room, Harry and Eddie sat blearily on couches.
“I’m ordering breakfast,” I said.
That brought them around. In a few minutes, I’d placed a massive room-service order with food for all six of us. When it arrived, I woke Paige, and she stumbled out of the room a few minutes later. The guys descended on the food, then returned to their positions at the doors, leaving Paige and me alone in the kitchen. She ate a stack of chocolate-chip waffles with mechanical precision, never once looking up at me.
“So, I talked to Killian.” I took a bite of bacon.
She whipped her head up. “What did he say?”
“He got to you too, huh?” I smiled.
She tugged on the end of a loose strand of hair. “Maybe. But I didn’t give him anything solid.”
“Me either.” I salted a plate of eggs. “Just that it was your decision.”
She gestured at me, vindicated, like she was proving her point to an invisible Killian. I smiled for a moment.
“Your decision is still made, right?” I poked at my eggs and glanced at her out of the corner of my eye.
“I want to go,” she said. “Definitely.”
The certainty in her brown eyes flickered like I hadn’t seen it do in a while. Whatever Killian had said might’ve gotten through to her. Or maybe being here was already too overwhelming for her.
“No one would judge you if you didn’t,” I said.
“I’m not looking for an out!” she snapped.
I put my hands up and sipped a mug of coffee.
She huffed out a breath. “Sorry. People just keep trying to subtly talk me out of this, like I can’t take someone looking me in the eye and saying they don’t think I should go.”
I looked her in the eyes. “I don’t think you should go.”
Her mouth fell open.
