Page 58 of Nanny's Baby for the Italian Mafia Boss

I grip the ladder, still trying to calm myself but I only get angrier. When I get to the top, I grab Sophie by her arm, dragging her up another flight of steps so we can have privacy.

“Matias!” she tries to yank her arm from my grip.

“We will be back.”

“Ooooh, Nanny Sophie is in trouble,” Ella sings.

“It seems so,” Gianni agrees.

When we get to the next floor, I open the sliding glass doors, lock them behind me, then close the curtains.

“What the hell were you thinking!” I yell at her, something new consuming me, something I haven’t felt in so long, I have forgotten what it feels like. “Do you know what could have happened to you? You could have died.”

“Matias, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“Have you never been on a boat? Don’t you know not to get to close to the edge? You could have hit your head! You could have drowned. You could have died, Sophie. Died! What would I do, then?” I continue to raise my voice. “Do you know how fucking scared I was?”

“What?” she seems so surprised. “I was fine. I know how to swim, Matias.”

“I was fucking terrified.” I prowl forward and she steps back until she is against the wall. I cage her in with my arms, pinning them beside her head. “You could have hit your head. You could have been pulled under the boat. You could have died.” I lean in, my breaths leaving me in harsh bursts. “And what would I have done?” Water continues to drip from our bodies and onto the floor. “Tell me. What would I have told Ella? She adores you.” I mesh myself against her front, toying with the idea of ripping that shawl from her body. “I adore you.”

She licks her lips. “Matias—”

I can’t take it anymore. I grab her head and smash my lips against hers.

“Matias,” she gasps into my mouth, digging her fingers into my back as we finally give in.

I’m desperate.

I yank her soaked coverup down her arms and she doesn’t stop me. It drops to the floor with a heavy plop, then I’m on her again, groaning as our lips glide against one another. I rock my hips, lifting one of her legs around my waist, and thrust, grinding myself against her.

She whimpers, clawing at my back, and raking her nails down until she has fistfuls of my ass. I’ve never had a woman grab me like she does. She’s rough with her wants, and I love it.

I untie the laces keeping her breasts hidden, then tug the material down. I knead them instantly, groaning as her nipples roll under my thumbs.

“Fuck. I need you.” I push my swim shorts down until my cock is free, then reach between her legs, and slip my fingers through her lips. “Already so wet.” I gather her slick, rolling two fingers against her sensitive bundle of nerves. She whimpers, tilting her head back to expose her throat.

I need hernow.

“This is going to be quick. I need you too much.” Lifting her by the thick of her thighs, I thrust into her in one long, deep stroke. “Fuck yes, do you know how good you feel?” I whisper through a harsh breath. “Do you know how fucking good it feels sliding into this cunt knowing I’m the reason why there’s no barrier?” I wrap my hand around her throat gently, kissing along her jaw, while I slide in and out in deep, unforgiving thrusts. “I took your innocence, Sophie. Me.” I drive in to mark my words. “And it will be me every fucking time, no matter how much you fight it.” I force her to look at me by gripping her chin. “This body is mine. This pussy is mine. And I’m the only man who will ever get to feel how heavenly you feel. Do you understand me?”

Her tits bounce with every thrust, but she nods just as her eyes roll back. “I understand. Oh god, Matias,” she says a little too loud.

I cover her mouth with my hand, muffling her cries of passion as she gets closer to orgasm.

“You have to be quiet, Sophie. We don’t want my daughter to hear how her daddy is making you scream, do we?”

She shakes her head, her whines trapped behind the palm of my hand.

“Good girl,” I praise, curling my hips in a way so her clit is stimulated.

Her nails dig into the back of my neck, giving me the pinch of pain I’m slightly starved for when it comes to her. My lips find her throat, nibbling the soft flesh right where her pulse pumps. I lick a small path with the tip of my tongue to her jawline, groaning again when she becomes wetter.

“Look at you, bouncing on my cock as if you can’t get enough.” I fist her drenched hair, pulling another whimper from her. “You can’t, can you? You hate to admit how much you love it, how much you need it.” I glance down, watching my cock disappear deep in her warmth.

She mumbles behind my palm, eyes widening when I feel her tighten around me.

“You’re going to come for me?” I growl, quickening my pace, thrusting in harder and faster. “I’m still so mad at you for risking your life like that. Don’t ever do that again. Understand?”

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