Page 111 of Vows of a Mobster
I collapsed against him, and he caught me. I couldn’t talk or move, the sound of our heavy breathing the only thing breaking the silence in the room. This was the most amazing sex I had ever had, and it was a quickie. Imagine if he took his sweet time. I quivered just thinking about it.
I’ve been through my share of men, but after this I realized they were just boys. Nobody had ever fucked me the way Antonio just did. And I wanted more.
He pushed his forehead to mine and we stared at each other.
“Regrets?” he asked.
“None,” I told him and I meant it. “I want to do it again.”
He smiled and my heart sped up. “How about you?” It was my turn to ask. “Any regrets?”
“Fuck no. I want to do it again. Over and over again,” he murmured. He held me to him with one hand, while his other reached for my lips. His finger circled my lips and I took it into my mouth, sucking on it. “I want to fuck your pretty mouth,” he made promises I knew he’d keep. Then his hand traveled down my neck and my body to my ass, as his finger circled my butt hole, “and here.” Then his fingers lazily snaked to the front, teasing my clit, his movements slow. “Yes, I want to fuck you everywhere, every day so you remember who you belong to.”
A gasp left me at the claiming. I wanted to be his and I wanted him for me. I’d wanted him for years, ever since my dad asked him to keep an eye on me while mom was going through chemo treatments.
“I’ll belong to you as long as you remember, you belong to me too,” I locked gazes with his dark eyes and saw a surprise flash in them. Silence ticked, but I meant it. It was the best sex ever, but I would be his, only if he was mine.
“Your parents won’t be happy” he finally commented.
“Maybe, but they’ll come around,” I told him. “But I won’t be lied to or cheated on. I mean it, Antonio. I’ll be yours but you’ll be mine too.”
His wide smile was my answer. “I’m yours then.”
Holy shit.Antonio was mine, I thought giddily to myself. I have had a crush on him since my mom underwent chemo and he watched over me. There was just something about him that captured me, his dark gaze that lingered on me. He never made a move, never even gave me an inkling that he found me attractive.
We laid on a double bed. His big frame took up most of the bed but I didn’t care. He had me tucked into him and I loved his strong arm around me, his smell deep in my lungs. His phone beeped and he fumbled, reaching for it. When I went to lift off of him, he pulled me back into him.
“You stay with me,” he rasped, his dark eyes possessive.
I smiled. “Like I would go anywhere,” I murmured. Now that I had him, I would want him inside me over and over again.
My hair was a stark contrast against his tanned skin. He was a true, dream Italian man. Once he had his phone, he tucked me back into him and he read his email. I just happened to glance up and saw Brianna’s name flash up. He knew I saw it, because my body tensed. He quickly put it away and took my chin between his fingers.
“Daphne,” he murmured close to my lips. His eyes searched out mine.
I wouldn’t choose between him and Brianna. I wanted both but if something fishy was going on, I wanted to know.
“Why was Brianna mentioned in that email?” I questioned him.
He took a deep breath. “I can’t tell you.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Tesoro,” he murmured.Treasure. He called me his treasure. “You know I can’t tell you.”
I lifted myself off of him but before I had a chance to put any space between us, he pulled me back to him. “Daphne, if we want this to work between us, you will have to trust me.”
“I do trust you.” I really did, for a very long time. “Question is whether you trust me.”
We watched each other and each heartbeat felt like an eternity. He would never betray Mateo and I wouldn’t ask him to, but I couldn’t understand why they would have an email referencing Brianna.
“Mateo always has all his women checked to ensure they are trustworthy,” he ended up answering. “Brianna is no exception.”
I frowned at that. It was a bit late for checking into Brianna. Mateo already brought her into his home and into his heart, apparently. But I kept my lips sealed. It was a miracle that Antonio even told me that much.
“Okay,” I finally answered. Although I wasn’t sure if maybe Marissa, Brianna, and I should all be alarmed that Mateo is checking into Brianna’s past.
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