Page 122 of Mafie Trials

It’s a beg, a plea, and I’m helpless to not give my good little princess exactly what she wants.

I slide out of my boxers as quickly as I can manage, then line myself up with her entrance. I push inside slowly. Her mouth falls open with a gasp as my forearm braces my weight above her head. I pull out, then slide back in at an unhurried pace. Dragging out both of our pleasure as I soak in the feeling of her walls clinging so tight around me.

Her face pinches in pain, and I know the rocks are likely causing bruises at this point. I flip us, staying fully seated inside of her. When she’s stable on top, I help her sit up a bit, then we begin to move. She gasps as she slides down, taking every fucking inch of me.

It takes mere seconds for me to be ready to fill her up. I roll my hips, meeting her thrust for thrust as she undulates her body in such a hypnotic rhythm that it has me seeing stars. Then, I place my thumb on her clit and begin rubbing tight and fast circles. Just as she cries out, I pinch her nipple with my other hand to enhance her already brimming pleasure.

Her walls contract around me, milking me, begging me to come with her just like her words begged me to fuck her. And again, I’m helpless to not to give her what she needs. I come with a roar, pumping so hard and so deep that my shoulders dig into the rocks, cutting and scraping, but I don’t fucking care. Not when my only focus is burying my cum so deep in her it’s never able to come back out again.

She rides out her release, gazing down at me, then falls into my chest. “Thank you, Daddy,” she breathes.

“I love you, Princess.”

She sits up, her eyes glistening in the moonlight.

“I love you too. So fucking much.” She sounds as if she might cry, but then her lips are on mine, and my dick grows hard inside her again.

We continue to fuck until we come undone together for a second time and my girl finally looks sated beneath me. Only then do I pull out.

She grabs some napkins from the basket and cleans up, against my wishes but I don’t want her to be uncomfortable out here. I help her get dressed in my shirt and then put on my pants. I get her set up with snacks and some water.

“Eat, baby girl, and hydrate,” I command. She bites her lip and I groan.How does she do this to me?

I watch her obey me like the good girl she is. As she looks out over the ocean, the waves and the night sky seem to mirror everything about her. I know why this is her favorite spot. It’s chaotic with the sharp rocks below and the raging sea, while also peaceful with the moon shining as bright as the sun. It’s the perfect mirror image of her soul.

“Do you remember the first time I called you princess?” I ask, running my fingers through her hair as she sits between my legs, curled into me.

“When we were nine? Yes, I do actually. In fact, when you first called me that here, I was nervous you remembered me.”

“I think a part of me did.” I remember looking into her eyes that first day and seeing something in her.

If I looked hard enough I’m sure my mind forced me to look away from the idea that she was the girl I once thought I would marry. “Do you remember what you asked me after I called you that?”

“I don’t think I do,” she says, sitting up and looking at me. I immediately miss her warmth, but her position works better for what I’m about to do.

“You asked me if I would still want to dance with you even if you weren’t a real princess, and I told you that it didn’t matter because to me, you were my Princess.”

I lean back into the picnic basket and pull out a small box. She stares at me, then glances between the box and me for a minute. Her brows pinch in confusion and I know she probably assumed I’d be the last person to do this. But we all decided it was fair.

“I was wondering…would you like to be my Princess—forever?”

Tilting the lid back for her, I move myself to one knee. “Will you marry me, Evie?”

It’s one of the very few times I’ve ever used her name, but I want her to know that she is the person I want to marry. Not the woman my father chose for me, not the woman I met at that ball, but the one right here and now. Evie James.

She takes in a sharp breath, her hand going to her chest as tears well up and twinkle in her eyes.

“But…” she starts, and I already know where she’s going with it.

“The guys and I have already talked about this. We know it’s all of us or none of us. This ring is from us all, I just made sure I had it before I actually asked you the question.”

I smile and she lets out a strained laugh. My heart is racing with anticipation. The worry that she might not really want this from me settles deep into my gut no matter how strongly I attempt to convince myself that it’s unfounded.

“I thought it was a joke, something said in the heat of the moment.” Her face looks pale, but I assumed shock might be her first reaction. When she was in the hospital, I told her I never planned to marry anyone, but I could hardly deny her anything in this world. If she wanted this with my brothers, then I wanted this with her too.

“Does this look like something said in the heat of the moment?” I ask her, taking the ring out and holding it to her.

Three halo diamonds sit across a twisted silver band. Sapphires surround one, rubies another, and emeralds surround the third. The three of us.

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