Page 80 of Mafia Virgin (The Kings of Italy)

Instead of answering, she stepped back and pulled on the ties of the robe. The sides parted and the thin fabric floated to the floor.

She was naked.

Sciatiri e matri!Holy shit. Lust punched the air from my lungs as I drank in the sight of her. Smooth pale skin and small, high breasts tipped with rosy nipples. A slightly rounded stomach that led to the juncture of her thighs. Dark hair covered her mound. I didn’t know what to say, but my cock responded by thickening between my legs.

Her gaze darted to my crotch and I saw her swallow hard. Nervousness?

I reached to shut off the water. “What are you doing?”

“You know why I’m here.”

Angling to face her, I braced my arms on the edges of the glass door. “I’m not very smart, Emma. Why don’t you spell it out for me?”

“We need to do this.”

“What, bambina?”

Her face had turned scarlet. “Have sex.”

“We had sex already. Someone told me it isn’t defined by putting a penis in a vagina.”

“You know what I mean. It’s time. Let’s get it over with.”

I pushed off the glass and walked out of the shower. She took several steps back, nearly tripping over her feet to keep distance between us, which told me all I needed to know. She wasn’t here because she wanted this; she was here because something happened.

Something had pushed her over the edge.

I reached for a towel and wrapped it around my waist. “No offense, but I don’t want to fuck a woman who says, ‘let’s get it over with.’”

“I didn’t mean it that way. But you’re acting like we have a choice—and we don’t.”

Hadn’t I thought the same thing when I left Viviana today? Still, I recoiled at the idea of procreating under orders from Virga. “Emma,” I said with a heavy sigh. “We shouldn’t—”

“Yes, we should. Right now. Tonight.”

“Why?” I narrowed my gaze on her when she didn’t answer. “What changed your mind?”

With a lick of her lips she came toward me, her bare breasts bouncing slightly with each step. “Don’t you want to?”

As she drew closer, my heart crashed inside my chest, a rhythmic pounding that echoed all over my body, sending more blood to my groin. My cock was now throbbing with need under the towel. “That has never been the issue,” I croaked.

Her palm landed on my chest, directly over my racing heartbeat. “We’re out of time, Giacomo.”

I knew she was right, but I wasn’t stupid. “What happened?”

Instead of answering, she dragged her fingers down my sternum. Pure fire trailed her touch south, her fingertips smoothing over my stomach, our eyes locked together. When her hand reached the towel she gave it a tug, and the cloth dropped to the ground. It left me naked, the heavy length of my cock pointing directly at her.

Warm pressure enveloped my cock as her hand wrapped around me, and she stroked once. My eyes slammed shut against the rush of pleasure that followed. “Cazzo!” I hissed.

Her other hand caressed my ribs. “You really do have the most perfect body.”

I grabbed her wrist, the one connected to the hand on my dick, so I could stare at her. “If we do this, there is no going back.”

“I know. But what choice do we have?”

I wasn’t sure, but I wanted to fuck her more than I wanted my next breath. It was all I’d been thinking about since she rode my dick in my office chair.

My resistance crumbled. I wasn’t capable of withstanding this much temptation, not when she was begging me for it.

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