Page 56 of Sinful Mafia Prince

“Yes, I want it. Fuck, please—”

Luca didn’t get to finish the rest of the sentence before Dom thrust himself inside.

Oh God…

It was always so intense, that first drive deep inside. It was a mix of pleasure and pain, but it was a burn Luca welcomed because he knew just how good the payoff would be.

Dom was breathing heavily, one hand on Luca’s hip and the other on his lower back. It was obviously intense for him too, because it took him at least a minute before he moved again.

At first it was slow, quick pulses while still deep inside, and that alone would be enough to make Luca come if he kept it up. But Dom never did anything Luca expected, and just when Luca was about to reach for his dick, Dom picked up the pace, forcing Luca to hold on tight to the bedsheets.

With every thrust, part of Luca’s resolve to keep things casual between them began to crumble. He’d never been someone who could cut his emotions off from being with someone physically, at least not as anything more than a one-night stand. Maybe if he’d kept this to the one night in Dom’s apartment, maybe if he hadn’t forced Dom to open up, and hadn’t glimpsed that sliver of vulnerability, then he wouldn’t be falling for someone he could never have.

“So damn good.” Dom plunged deep inside Luca again. “Why’d it have to be you?”

Luca wasn’t sure if Dom even realized what he was saying or if he was just talking to himself.

Luca’s arms began to shake, and when he was unable to hold himself up anymore, he dropped onto his elbows. Dom moved over him, flattening his chest against Luca’s back. His dick made pulses inside Luca, hitting that sweet spot that would take him over the edge.

As Luca cried out, Dom reached for his cock. As he stroked Luca with a firm hand, Luca realized he’d never been so completely encompassed by another. There was no way even heaven could be this exquisite, so if it was meant for him to die now, he would gladly pass with a smile on his face.

“Right there,” Luca said on a gasp. “Don’t stop.”

Dom’s hand tightened. “Someone’s forgotten their manners.”

Manners? Dom was fucking Luca senseless, and it was a wonder that he could think at all, let alone speak. “Please, Dom. Please, please, please don’t stop.”

“I don’t fucking plan on it.” With a growl, Dom turned feral, the rapid pace slapping his hips against Luca’s ass.

Luca’s climax was right there, barreling down his spine. Another thrust from Dom finally sent him over the edge, and a hot spray of cum exploded out of him and onto Dom’s hand and the sheets. He held on to the bedspread tight as the orgasm raged through him, and not a second later Dom’s movements began to falter, his breath hitching. Luca could feel Dom’s cock jerking inside him, could feel the hot rush of arousal spilling out and filling him up.

It was intoxicating having Dom take him over so completely. Luca fell onto the bed, not even caring about the mess he was making. Hell, he didn’t care much about anything other than the lethargy spreading through his limbs and the deep satisfaction he felt.

Dom stayed on top of him, sweaty skin still pressed against Luca’s back, exactly where Luca wanted him.

Luca turned his head to the side. “Still hate me even after that?”

It was a long time before Dom answered, so long that Luca began to drift off to sleep, but just before he went under, he thought he heard, “I wish I could.”

CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE

“YOU BETTER HURRY up or I’m gonna leave without you.” Dom slid his sunglasses on and leaned against the side of his car as he waited for Luca to join him so they could get the day started.

Well, notstarted—they’d done that when Dom woke this morning to find Luca’s sweet ass pressed up against his cock. Damn, the kid had really gotten to him last night. Between his laying out his family’s tragic history and the beautiful way Luca came undone for him, Dom knew he was in so much deeper than he should be.

But he wasn’t going to think about that today. For the first time in his life, he was away from the violence and chaos that usually surrounded him, and he was going to take advantage of that—if Luca ever got his ass downstairs.

“Five! Four!” Dom looked up at the open doors of his bedroom balcony where he’d left Luca to get dressed. “Three! Two—”

“I’m here. I’m here,” Luca said as he jogged out the front door with a leather backpack slung over one shoulder. “Sheesh, what’s the hurry?”

Dom ran his gaze over Luca’s khaki shorts and white fitted tee. “No hurry. I just wanted to see if you’d still do what I told you to.”

“Ah, I see. You mean now that I know I could use my body against you?” Luca smirked as he made his way across the courtyard. “Don’t worry, I’ll only resort to those kinds of tactics if I find myself between a rock and a hard…place.”

Dom grabbed his hand. “This better be the onlyhardplace you find yourself up against right now, or I’ll have to resort to some tactics of my own.”

Luca chuckled. “Oh, I’ve seen your tactics—”

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