Page 62 of Nanny's Baby for the Italian Mafia Boss

“You shouldn’t cover them up.” He brings my right arm up and kisses the ugly marks.

“They are atrocious. People see them and they get disgusted, or they look at me like I’m broken. I don’t want the attention.”

“Mmm,” he hums, kissing my arm again. “You deserve all the attention. You are beautiful. These scars are nothing to be ashamed of. You should wear them proudly.”

“Why would I do that when these scars are a reminder that my parents died, and I didn’t? Someone set my house on fire.”

“And I’m going to figure out who it was. I promise. I just need some time.”

To hide the evidence that he did it?

That is a horrible thought to think, but Milazzo is the most feared family in the city. They had to be behind it. Matias would have been old enough to set the house on fire, but even thinking that leaves a sour taste in my mouth.

There’s no way he would allow me in his home.

But still, there’s the inkling in the back of my mind, a wicked negative voice, that won’t relent.

“Hey, I swear. I meant what I said before. I’ll find the person that burnt down your home and changed your life forever.” He wraps his arms around me, leaning me into his chest.

God, he is so hard to deny, even if the voice in the back of my head has painted him a villain. My heart screams something else, screams to throw the questions and unknowns out the window. He is too hard to fight. I don’t know if I’m strong enough to deny him.

He turns my head by pressing his fingers against my cheek. “I vow to you, Sophie. I’ll put your heart to rest, and I will carry all your burdens.”

His eyes pierce into mine with a seriousness I’ve only ever seen when someone loves someone else, but that can’t be. It’s too soon.

His lips meet mine, taking them in a soft yet possessive and controlling way. He’s kissing me as if he’s never going to kiss me again—that’s how he always takes me—as if he’ll never have me again.

His hand on my jaw grabs me harder, deepening our kiss and connection until I can’t breathe.

“I promise, Sophie. You’ll see.”

I turn around, straddling his waist, wrap my arms around his neck, and without saying a word, kiss him again.

He groans, gripping my hips and rolling me over his hard cock.

“This is a bad idea,” I whisper, losing all sense of rationale I had told myself minutes ago.

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to lose myself in you and you’re going to break my heart, Matias. I know you will. I won’t be able to survive it. You have to let me go, now, please,” I beg of him as he unzips his pants to free his cock.

His fingers gather the material of my panties, pushing them aside. “I can’t do that. I can’t. I won’t. Fuck, I want you so bad.”

I glide my pussy along his bare cock, moaning as his thick head presses against my clit. “We can’t. This has to be the last time. I need to think.”

“No, you don’t.” He picks me up and sinks me down on his cock.

We moan together, the desperate need to be closer possessing us.

“Does this feel wrong? Does this feel like something that could ever end?” He lies back, gripping my hips, letting me ride him. He watches where we are connected, the tendons in his neck tense as he holds himself back from taking control. “This is more than a few fucks, Sophie. This is more than just sex and you know it.” He sits up, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me harder against him. “You fucking know it, Sophie. You think this is the last time?” He yanks my head back by my hair and bites the middle of my throat. “There will never be a last time. You’ll see.”

“Matias.” I rock against him faster, holding onto his shoulders while I ride his cock. “Oh, god. I’m so close.”

He grunts, squeezing my right butt-cheek. “This little fucking outfit is too much. You’re going to make me come.” He shakes his head, gripping my ass harder. “Fuck. Come for me, Sophie. I can’t hold back. I can’t.”

“I’m so close. Just a little longer.” I roll my hips faster, grinding my clit against his pelvis.

He shuts his eyes, sweat beading on his forehead. “Fuck! Oh, fuck!” He jerks, slamming his hips up and driving his cock into me with every spurt of come that leaves him. “That’s it. Ride my cock, Sophie. Drink every fucking drop. Don’t you dare stop until you come.”

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