Page 43 of Unbroken (Russo Mafia)

“I want you naked, begging for more.” His fingers press against my sensitive clit.

My hips flex when I let out a small moan. “Yes, I want you all. I need you inside of me.” I unzip my skirt tugging it off. I lay only in my black lingerie.

Lucca unbuttons his pants his eyes flicked over my body. “I’m going to destroy you.” His pants and briefs drop to the floor, he fists his hard dick. “You’ll forever be mine.” He climbs on the bed raking his hands along my thighs. “This pussy belongs to me, do you understand?” He rips my thong off, lowering his face breathing deep.

Oh, fuck. The first stroke of his tongue and I’m gone. He throws my leg over his shoulder to bury his face deeper. He sucks my clit stronger while plunging a finger inside. I grab the sheets when my body is about to explode. His hand wonders up my body squeezing my breast growling when he notices my bra is still on.

“This is no good, baby.” He tugs on the cup of my bra. I struggle to get the straps off. Lucca must see my impatience because he flips me over and unclips my bra, kissing down my back, biting my ass.

“This is mine too, baby.” He slaps my ass cheek letting a small moan escape. “You like that, do you? I’ll keep that in mind.” He slips a finger between my crack finding my wet entrance, plunging two fingers inside.

“I need more, please.” I beg.

Pulling his fingers out, he flips me over again so I’m straddling him. I lean forward, then lower myself onto him.

“Fuck,” he groans.

I close my eyes when I feel full. His strong hands land on my waist. I move my hips in slow waves, his thick dick hitting all the right spots.

“Open your eyes, look at me baby,” he gritted out.

My eyes flick open, staring into deep pools of molten lust. I haven’t had pleasure like this since Lucca and I were together all those years ago. I welcome the connection again. I never want to lose this ever. He must see something in my eyes because he pulls my head to his, landing a kiss to my lips.

He flips us again, bringing my legs over his shoulders. He thrusts become deeper and greedier. His moans bring me closer to my climax, his fingers find my clit I plunge into ecstasy when he pinches it. He feeds off my climax and pounds into me, bringing another orgasm out of me when he finds his release. He collapses on top of me. Both of us flush, sweaty. He kisses my shoulder before he rolls over.

He makes his way to the bathroom coming back with a wet towel.

“Open, let me clean you up.” While he cleans me, he halts his movements. “Are you on birth control?”

A teasing smile crosses my face. “No, why?”

“Fuck,” he mumbles. Running his hand through his hair. He throws the wet towel across the room. It’s so quiet all you hear is the splat from it hitting the floor.

“What’s wrong?”

Narrowing his eyes at me. “The problem is, I didn’t use a fucking condom, and you aren’t on birth control. See the problem?”

A small laugh slips out of me. “Lucca, I’m kidding. I’m on birth control. You need to lighten up. You’re free to come anytime.”

“You little shit.” He pounces on me, tickling my ribs.

“S-Stop it, you know I hate being tickled.” I try to push him off with no luck.

“No way in hell. You had me nervous. I’m not ready for another kid yet. I need time with you first.” He wraps me into his strong arms kissing my forehead. “Lots of time before another little one, but I do want one with you.”

“Don’t you think we should talk about that together?” I asked, shocked.

“No, now go to sleep,” he replied stubbornly.

I guess that’s that. No room for auguring. Little does he know it’s my body, so what I say goes. He’ll figure it out, eventually. I am a strong woman and he’ll bow down to me. Besides, he only rules his mafia gang, not me. His grip on me tightens.

“Sleep, Charlie. Stop thinking about how you’re going to rip my balls off.”

He knows me so well, I’ll give him that. “Goodnight Lucca.”

When I wake up, the side of bed is still warm, so he hasn’t been up too long. I have to head home before I go to work. It’s going to be a long day. I need to leave before Ada sees me in here. I don’t need her getting the wrong idea. Sitting up, I notice my clothes are folded in a neat pile on the chair in the corner. Only he would pick up after someone else. He never did like a mess.

Walking into the kitchen I find him sitting at the table with a coffee and newspaper in hand. Forehead set into a deep line. Something must be wrong for him to look so uneasy this morning.

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