Page 97 of No Saint

I flatten my palms on the tile, the vulnerability of the position making me tense, muscles locking up.

His hand smooths down my spine.

“Look at you,mondo mia,” he praises, “Being such a good girl for me.”

“Wh – what does that mean?” I manage to stutter out.

“Mondo mia?”he says, pressing a kiss to my spine, “It means ‘my world’.”

Tears sting my eyes at the translation.

“You are safe with me.”

“I know, Gabriel,” I admit. “I’ve always known.”

He bends himself over my spine, his hardness pressing against me, “It warms my heart to hear that.”

How could a ruthless mafia don bethissweet?

The head of his cock pushes at the entrance of my pussy, teasing.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Amelia,” he tells me, “Hard.”

“Okay,” is all I manage to get out before he slams forward, filling me.

My scream mixes with his groan, his hips stilled while he’s rooted deep.

“Cazzo,” He mutters,“Cazzo, cazzo, cazzo.”

He never stops touching while he ruts into me from behind. His hips slam hard and determined, each thrust jerking me forward, threatening to buckle me but I take it.

“You were made for me,” He grits out breathlessly, “Look at how well we fit.”

“Gabriel,” I chant his name.

“That’s my name on your lips,leonessa, mine. You are mine.”

“Yes! Damn it. Yes.”

“God damn,” he groans, “So tight. So perfect.”

One hand leaves my body to reach between my legs. I expect a pinch, a caress. I don’t expect the slap.

The moan that leaves me seems obnoxiously loud and his chuckle, that damn laugh, it leaves me in a puddle.

He circles my clit with his fingers while pounding into me, fucking me hard. I know I’m being loud, I can hear the echo of it bouncing back to me but he was building me up so good.

“Come for me,leonessa.”

I had no idea if an order being enough was normal, but I shatter around him and I come hard. Harder than I ever have before. Stars flash behind my eyes and I swear I lose consciousness for a second, but he fucks me through it, drawing it out, out and then into another. I claw at the tiles, ignoring the pain in that one finger I’d damaged before in favor of the pure ecstasy running through me right now.

I shout his name, claw at his skin but he continues until his body jerks and stills, coming inside of me. My name is a chant on his lips, his fingers holding me to him as his orgasm is forced from him.

We stand there for a few minutes, the shower still running while I rest my forehead to the tiles, and he rests his against my spine.

“For you, Amelia,” he whispers, “I will do it all for you.”

We sleep for a few more hours, naked and satiated. It was long after dawn when we finally emerge from the bedroom, Gabriel having woke me to look at me in the daylight.

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