Page 65 of My Mafia Queen

A gasp falls from my lips as I stiffen under him, and right at that moment, he starts pummeling my center.

The intense pleasure is out of this world, and I react to him, kissing him hard and shaking under his body before he increases his pace and force and finishes me, blasting his load inside my body.

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CARMINA

I rollover from one side of the bed to the other, satin sheets caressing my skin, and the smell of fresh coffee tickling my nostrils.

Nothing compels me to open my eyes except for the morning light playing on my face.

My new reality hits me when I take inventory of the luxury and comfort all around me and the arresting view.

I grapple with the memory of a ravishing man ravaging my body, pilfering my mind, and claiming my heart.

The sun-lit, panoramic view peers at me through the wall of windows. The view is even more stunning than I thought with the lake spreading out in front of me and the tree crowns and the golf course in the background.

Faint voices waft through the air.

Listening to their calm, monotone cadence, I almost fall asleep again, yet clinging to the last shred of awareness, I completely forget for a moment who I am and where I am.

What my life has been.

There is no Carmina Leto.

As much as there is no girl who's been a fugitive.

It’s like the fabric of time opens, and I get swooped up and enter a different version of my life. My heart is open to a host of possibilities, and it almost feels like a spiritual journey, walking out of my meager existence and experiencing this gentle awakening, exploring a new type of life.

The prospect of it is surreal, so it's no wonder I don’t even recognize it as being mine.

A young woman lying on a bed.

A bed bearing the marks of a strong man.

From the imprint of his head in the pillows to the creases of the sheets from his hands and his masculine scent trapped in the covers.

A man who’s entered me the entire night with only a few small breaks when we have lavishly spoiled ourselves in the tub with kisses and strawberries like two responsible adults.

He got a kick out of it. I must say.

And then a man who fucked me slowly and took me gently and tenderly, hooking me on some sort of elixir that still makes me smile.

And now I have a beautiful view in front of my eyes, a vast villa at my disposition, breakfast in bed if I’m to believe the smell from the other room and a few more days just like this.

I’ve never been so spoiled in my entire life.

And I’m speechless, to be honest. I’m at a loss for words when it comes to my appreciation for all of this.

I don’t know how to relate to it. So, no wonder I’m taking it it all in, watching from the sidelines as if this isn’t mine.

My life.

My time.

My––

Someone knocks on the door, making me leave that thought unfinished.

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