Page 145 of Dirty Mafia Sinner
SANDRO
I haveher exactly where I want her.
By my side, in my bed, at my command.
The latest addition to the Beneventi famiglia—though she’s insisting on a long engagement.
“Take off your dress,” I tell her.
She nervously glances around the hallway leading to my office. “Now?” she murmurs, though I spy the excitement in her eyes. “Your family are visiting.”
“They can wait.”
“Or discover us making love right here in the hallway.”
Making love. The phrase used to set me on edge. I’m a man who thrives on control yet couldn’t get a grip on my fucking feelings. Hell, I wasn’t certain I had feelings of the tender sort before I fell for Riley.
I don’t correct her. Even if this will be a quick, hard fuck, in one shape or form, I’ll be loving her.
She flushes a gorgeous shade of pink as her hands find my belt. My girl’s suddenly on the same page. I let her take me out and stroke me. Watching her get off on pleasuring me the same way I do when I go down on her sweet pussy.
The thought alone makes me hard.
“Use your belt,” she mutters, positioning her arms behind her back.
Fuck, the crazy shit I want to show her. The limits we’ve yet to test.
This world isn’t for the meek. And ask anyone, I’m not the easiest man to please. Why she trusts me is a goddamn mystery. But every day, I try to live up to that trust.
I carefully wrap the belt around her wrists, push her back against the wall with a thump, and rip the neckline of her dress clear to the waist.
Her lips form an “O.”
Never will I grow tired of the sight. “Come to daddy, my babies.”
She laughs. “You’re obsessed.”
“You’re the most beautiful thing in my life.” I lean in and lick her jawline, then leave a trail all the way down to a breast. “And my dirty fuckdoll to do with as I want.”
“If you’d stop talking…” I frown. “…and get busy pumping me full of come.” Her eyes flash, and in this exact moment, I realize I’m truly, thoroughly fucked. “I want it dripping down my thigh when we go back to the party.”
Jesus. I’ve died and gone to hell.
“Keep mouthing off,” I growl, “and I’ll punish you.”
“Still talking?”
I hoist her up, anchor her on my hips, and drive home so hard, her back slides up the wall.
“Finally,” she gasps.
I crash my lips into hers, shutting her up. I thrust into her and set a frantic pace. We’re both sweaty and flushed by the time she crests, chanting my name as I push her over the ledge.
Alessandro.Alessandro.
I relax my hold and allow gravity to pull her fully onto me. I hiss and curse, and then do what she demanded I do and fill her womb with my seed.
We take a moment to catch our breath before I gently set her on her feet.
