Page 59 of Vows of a Mobster
“Brianna,” he grunted in my hair. “Mia bellissima."
I squeezed hard with my thighs as my pussy convulsed around his shaft, and my back arched. Mind blowing pleasure burst through me. He continued pumping into me, in and out as my pussy clenched his shaft, and he followed me right over the edge.
“Fuck,” a torturted groan left his lips as he shuddered above me and I wrapped my arms around him. Burying my face into his chest, my heartbeat matched his erratic one and both of our breathing labored.
I knew it would be good with Mateo, but this was beyond good. It was earth shattering, mind blowing, volcanic. And we never even made it to taking our clothes off. He only took my panties off. Both of us were still clothed otherwise.
No wonder women ran after him. He’d probably had hundreds of women in his lifetime, while I had only been with one.
That I had to kill.
And that was all the wakeup call I needed. Matteo was still inside me but I was already back on Earth with my feet firmly on the ground.
“Um,” I started, shifting away slightly. “I should go now.”
His arms around me squeezed tighter. “I don’t think so, Bellissima,” he murmured against my hair.
Make him pussy whipped,Marissa’s voice echoed in my brain. That was all great but was there such a thing as cock whipped. What do we do then?
“We can’t stay like this all day,” I told him half-jokingly.
“It’s tempting,” he retorted.
“Maybe,” I agreed. “But not while I’m sitting on a hard desk. My butt will go numb.”
His deep laugh rumbled again, and I could feel it with my face pressed against his chest. It was odd to hear him laugh so often. Everything I heard about him over the years described him as a ruthless and cold man; his enemies feared him. You never wanted to cross him, because you were more likely to survive getting struck by lightning than earn his forgiveness.
He pulled out of me and I froze. “Fuck,” I muttered.How could I let this happen?
“What is it, Brianna?” he demanded in a concerned tone. I raised my eyes. He made me lose my head, I completely forgot about protection.
“You didn’t use a condom,” I murmured. “Shit, I- Goddamn it,” I spat.
“Aren’t you on a pill?” he asked in an incredulous voice.
“No,” I felt panic rising inside me. “I haven’t dated in years. It seemed pointless.” I grabbed my hair with my hands as if trying to hold on to my sanity. “Shit!”
I took a deep breath. “It’s okay,” I muttered. Another deep breath in and out. “It’s all good. I got this. I just have to go to my gynecologist. Yeah, piece of cake. She better have a damn opening.”
“Brianna,” he took my chin and brought my eyes to his. “How long has it been since you dated?”
“Seriously?” I scolded him. “Do you really think that is an important question right now?”
“Yes.” Why wasn’t he freaking out?
I tried to take a calming breath but wasn’t quite helping. “I don’t know. Five years or so. But who in the hell is counting?”
I went to move off the desk but he wouldn’t budge. “Mateo, seriously. I have to call my gynecologist.”
“When was the last time you were with a man?” he asked and my jaw just about dropped.
“Are you for fucking real?” I shrieked at him. “About five years! I just told you that. Now move before I have to kill you.”
The moment words left me, I realized my mistake. But it was too late. I could have just banged my head against the desk or wall, or concrete. Anything.
“That is not how I meant it,” I quickly tried to rectify the situation. “It is just a figure of speech. You know.”
His lip quirked. “Glad to see you didn’t change much after learning who I was.”
