Page 4 of Savage Vow (Mafia Marriages 3)

“Good girl.” He kneels before me and spreads my legs farther apart, inhaling my scent. “Bellissima,” he says, his voice rough and his hands firm.

He rips my panties right off, and I gasp, surprised by his action and the dominance he wields.

“You’re already wet for me.”

I slam my eyes shut and revel in the way he makes me feel, the power that he exudes.

His tongue teases and flicks against my pearl. Two fingers caress my entrance before slipping inside. His lips move up my stomach, pushing my gown higher with one hand while the other strokes my insides.

“You’re so tight, Micetta,” he warns. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I gasp at his words, his touch, the fact it’s been months since I’ve been with a man. And to be honest, it wasn’t anything like this.

He unzips the back of my dress. His fingers slide out, and I whimper in protest.

The smile on his face reassures all concern that I’ve felt. “Come here, Micetta,” he says. Aurielo grabs me by the hips and pulls me across the room.

It’s an office, and there are papers strewn across the wooden desk. He pushes them to the floor and backs me up against the desk, shaking his head. “I have a better idea,” he whispers and guides me around to face the desk.

“Aurielo?” I gasp, naked.

What if someone strolls into the office and finds us in here?

Was there a lock on the door? I didn’t notice him lock us in the room.

He bends me over the desk, pressing his hand on my back, my breasts flush with the desk. “What are you—” I begin to ask, but I hear the click of his belt buckle, and then his zipper follows suit.

In one swift motion, he enters me. I gasp and moan. He’s big.

Huge.

I gasp as pain and pleasure mix. He’s stretching my insides to accommodate him.

He keeps me bent over the table. My body is pressed tightly against the wood as he drives his shaft into me, each thrust bringing me closer to the brink.

I’ve never been fucked, not like this.

It’s raw.

Primal.

And yet still passionate.

My heart races, and my insides clench around him as I begin to tremble.

I gasp and moan, squeezing him, my insides pulsating as an orgasm rips through me.

Aurielo holds on a few seconds longer, grunting, exploding inside of me.

There’s a sharp knock on the door. “Aurielo,” a man shouts over the music and pounds again on the door.

He’s persistent.

Aurielo fixes his slacks and grabs my panties. “These are mine,” he says, shoving them into his pocket.

My insides warm at his words, but at the same time, I can’t help but worry that someone might discover that I’m not wearing any panties. I pull on my dress, and he yanks the door open just as I tug the zipper of my dress up.

He doesn’t hide the fact that he was with me to the gentleman waiting for him in the hallway.

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