Page 29 of Mafia Boss's Fake Fiancée

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks. “If you can’t keep quiet—”

He’s messing with me, isn’t he?

Hell. But I can’t take it anymore.

I don’t think he can either. “Just fuck me already. Fuck me like you hate me.”

I need him inside me. Then this fire in my body will have to go away, right? I hear a thud as his pants collide with the closet.

He grabs a condom from the nightstand drawer and positions himself behind me, his fingers digging into my hips, and then he slams himself so deep inside me that I cry out.

Oh hell. He’s so thick and big I’m sure I’m going to be sore later.

His fingers intertwine in my hair and he shoves my face into the mattress, muffling my moans as he furiously pounds into me.

He’s out of control, and so am I. What the hell is wrong with us?

His powerful, punishing thrusts bring me closer and closer to the edge. He tugs on my hair as he pumps into me, shoving himself deep, deep inside me over and over again.

Our moans and groans fill the air, and when my release hits me, it’s so powerful that it takes my breath away.

Salvatore grunts as he pulses inside me, and my whole body throbs with pleasure. I pant for breath, rolling over on the bed. Salvatore collapses next to me.

Our gazes lock, and we just stare into each other’s eyes.

What the hell have we done?

I should’ve walked away while I still could, but now it’s too late for that, and this...

This was too good.

Is it over?

Is the fire out?

Why do I feel like it’s not?

Instead of getting Salvatore out of my system, now I’m like a junkie who’s had her first high and now wants more.

Oh no.

That’s totally opposite from what I wanted.

It’s Salvatore. I desperately need to remind myself of that. He was nice to me just to get into my pants. Now that he got what he wanted, everything’s going to be different. Why is he still staring at me and not running away with some excuse?

I’ll be just another girl on his list.

Fuck!

Why do I have to be so stupid? As if I don’t know him at all, and I do. And yet, I did what I wanted, even though I should’ve known better.

“Why did you treat me like trash at school?” I ask.

Go on, Salvatore. Remind me who you really are.

Show me just how much of a mistake I’ve made.

CHAPTER14

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