Page 175 of My Mafia Queen

When his warm and cold body hovers over mine, and he enters me like he’s coming home, I shudder under him.

His skin is warm, while the drops of water from the shower and the beads of aftershave are ice cold against my skin.

He smells like musk and mint, and he tastes delicious as his tongue swirls with mine, and my center drips with wetness.

Sex has been different lately.

Maybe because now I’m more of a woman than a girl.

And maybe because he owes me one since I saved his life.

And I owe him one as well since he’s saved my sister’s life.

Dark secrets tie us together, and I realize these secrets are just different kinds of vows.

He moves deliciously, filling me to the brim, making me clench around him and pulse with pleasure. Pleasurable sex is a given as well. No matter what he does. How he kisses me. Hard or tender. How he fucks me. Hard or slow. My body responds swiftly and all the same.

He turns me on with a word, a glance, or the slightest touch.

He makes me come by sliding his hand between my legs, murmuring soft words in my ear while riding my skirt up in his office and taking me from behind while I’m bent over his desk.

He can do whatever he wants to do to me, and I have no objection because he always knows what to do and how to do it.

Because he knows me.

I couldn’t be prouder of him, and he couldn’t be prouder of me.

I earned his respect that morning after I’d emptied my gun into Beau Anthony, the man whose destiny had been threaded through ours.

Damaso has looked differently at me ever since, and sex has reflected that. He can take me however he wants, no longer afraid I’m too delicate for him or not ready for him.

He can be as forceful as he wants to be, yet truth be told, he’s never used his force to scare me.

He blends it into his kisses, the way he grabs me, opens my legs, and thrusts his erection into me, like now.

And I’m not pulling away from him, welcoming him in my body like he is a part of me.

I’ve never envisioned that my life with him would be so smooth and pleasurable.

That we would get each other so easily.

We roll onto the sheets, and he lets me straddle him, and I grind on him before he eats me out and makes me come against his mouth.

When I’m completely in a daze, he drags me under him and fucks me from behind, and I shudder, enjoying orgasm after orgasm while smiling and moaning.

And just being myself.

Life can’t get better than that. Can it?

Later, he vanishes in the bathroom while I still have his warm release in my body and roll onto my side, clenching my thighs, thinking about a time when we will get out of this hotel and live somewhere else.

A few moments pass, and his phone starts ringing.

I roll onto my other side and spot his phone on the nightstand.

That’s unusual.

He almost never has a phone in the bedroom. I don’t touch it. I know better than doing that.

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