Page 79 of Christmas with the Mafia
I can’t keep up the pretense and, reaching out, pull her roughly into my arms and kiss her deep, hard and fast, silencing her tirade with a more satisfying use of her lips.
She doesn’t even fight back and returns it with even more passion, and as her fingers tangle in my hair, I waste no time in moving toward the bed while disposing of her dress, and sliding my fingers under her panties.
In return, she almost rips off my shirt and forces me back onto the bed as she makes short work of my trousers, my pants soon following.
Her dress is tossed onto my clothes with no regard, and she forces her fingers against my throat and pushes me back on the mattress.
I can only stare in awe as she sits astride me, my cock hard and desperate to sink into her tempting depths.
Her eyes are wild and heavy with lust, and as she slides my cock home, she groans, “I hate you, Nico Ravera.”
“I can live with your hate if this is how you demonstrate it.”
My voice is thick, lust dripping from every word I speak.
I have never been so turned on, and I’m hoping it’s the same for her, and I can’t rip my eyes away from her face as she fucks me slow, deep and with passion. Regina is a goddess, a warrior even, and as she takes what she wants from me, I wouldn’t change a thing.
She is beautiful, sultry, breathtaking and all mine, and despite the circumstances that brought us here, the end game has changed. I will marry Regina Stone, and not just to get me out of a hole, namely Desiree’s skanky one. I will marry her because I have never met any other woman I want to, and when she channeled her fear into anger and aggression, a part of me fell hopelessly in love with her.
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REGINA
Why doI feel so powerful?
I should be shivering under the bed and calling the cops with my sparkly pink phone. Instead, I’ve survived a night of intense passion, several orgasms and pain and pleasure that I never considered was foreplay.
We were insatiable. On the floor, against the wall, in the tub and against the window. Nico fucked me in every way possible, and I gave back as good as I got. I was possessed by a dark demon, and I truly believe I was bitten by a vampire and I am one now.
We talked—there was a lot of talking—and he answered every question I threw at him. Now, as I pull on the smart Valentino dress that he bought me, I have sharpened my resolve and banished my fear because I am about to enjoy Christmas with the mafia as one of the family. God help me.
“You are beautiful.”
Nico kisses the back of my neck, and a shiver runs downmy spine. Not of fear—never fear with him—but one of desire. Somehow, we are closer than ever, which isn’t saying much given we’re only three days in, but it’s as if we have already lived a lifetime together.
“Happy Christmas, baby girl.”
His soft whisper lights a spark in my heart, and I blink as he produces a red velvet box from behind me. I stare down and take it in my hands, the plush velvet telling me this is an expensive gift.
“For me?” My words are breathy, disbelieving, excited. I can’t remember anyone making me feel this way.
“Of course.”
My heart thumps as I open the box, his breath light against my neck. The contents dazzle me. I have never seen anything so beautiful in my life.
“Nico.” I gasp, my fingers shaking as I hold the box containing the most beautiful diamond necklace with a matching bracelet.
“It matches your ring. I saw it when we were there and wanted your gift from me to be meaningful.”
“You did.” Tears shine like diamonds in my eyes as I stare at more gems than I have ever seen in my life.
“We met at the diamond gala, and within one day, my diamond was on your engagement finger. Diamonds brought us together, and now this completes the picture.”
He spins me around, and I love the desire heavy in his ebony eyes as he whispers, “I want to marry you so badly, Regina Stone. The woman who revealed she is a rare diamond in disguise.”
His lips brush against mine as he whispers, “I don’twant to marry you for any other reason than I want to. We belong together, and you can fight that all you want, but I am stating a fact and you know it.”
It’s as if he has taken a match to my heart and lit a flame so fierce it scorches my soul, and I can’t disguise the happiness that is filling every orifice inside me.
