Page 94 of Mafia Virgin (The Kings of Italy)

“A decent man would not get hard thinking about shooting inside you,breedingyou.”

Had he been thinking about it the past two days? God knew I had. Almost every waking second.

We didn’t speak as he pushed the door open and carried me inside. His room was small but neat, his bed made. I thought he’d put me on the bed, but he didn’t. He set me on my feet in the middle of the floor, then went back to close the door.

I rubbed my arms, the need to fill the silence rising inside me. How was he so calm? I was a mess inside, arousal and nerves jumbled around in my muscles, so much that I couldn’t stand still. “You know I’m probably not ovulating, right?” He turned and leaned against the closed door, but I kept talking. “It probably makes more sense for me to start taking my temperature and tracking any slight changes. That’s how we’ll know when I’m most fertile—”

“Emma.”

“What?”

He reached down to unbuckle his belt. “Naked, now.”

“Would that help to turn you on?”

“I’ve been hard for the last two days just thinking about fucking you. I don’t need any help getting turned on.” He yanked the leather free of the loops and dropped it on the floor. “What I need is to get my dick inside you as quickly as possible. So get fucking naked and help me out.”

Oh.

Before I could comment, he whipped off his t-shirt and revealed all that glorious muscled, tattooed skin. Sweet Jesus, he was built. He was art come to life, the type of body that Michaelangelo would have sculpted. A warrior. A Greek god—

“Emma! Madonna, woman. Stop staring at me and get moving.”

“I can’t help it.” I took off my tank top. “You’re very distracting.”

His eyes locked onto my breasts still encased in my bra as his fingers went to work on the buttons of his jeans. “Then let my dick distract your pussy, because I’m desperate.”

“Is this because you didn’t masturbate for two days?”

“No, mia piccola innocente.” He shoved his jeans off his hips and stepped out of them. The bulge in his briefs was enormous, the thick ridge of his erection evident through the thin cloth. “This is because I can’t stop thinking about fucking you again. Now, hurry up.”

I unfastened my shorts and shimmied out of them. When I removed my bra Giacomo pushed off the door and came toward me. I didn’t have the chance to do anything else before he was on me, pulling me toward him and slamming his mouth onto mine. His hands cupped my butt cheeks and pressed my pelvis against his shaft. It sent a wave of heat through me and I rolled my hips, seeking friction.

“Minchia!” he broke off to curse. “I can’t wait.”

He took my mouth again, his tongue finding mine, and I ran my hands all over his chest and ribs. Then I was up off my feet and being carried to the bed. My back met the mattress. Still kissing me, he settled his hips between my legs and rubbed his erection on my clit. My body softened under his, all my resistance relinquished, ready for what was to come.

Holy smokes, how I wanted it.

He ground down and we both moaned, two writhing animals caught in heat. I couldn’t think straight, my hands clutching at him to bring him closer. His tongue flicked at mine, our breath turning the small space between our skin humid. There was no fear or trepidation in my head, only longing and desire.

His arm lowered between us and I felt him shove his briefs off. Hot skin met mine, and his piercing dug into my belly. He broke off to kiss my jaw, then down my throat. Rough words coasted over my skin, Italian pleas and curses, while his hips rocked back and forth. “Are you wet? Can I get inside you now?”

“Yes. Please, hurry.”

He rose up on his knees. Spreading me wide, he grabbed my panties in both hands and tore them off my body. Just shredded the cloth like it was nothing, and I swear my nether region quivered in response. Then he fisted his cock and notched the head to my entrance. “This will be fast and hard, bambina. Then we’ll go again and it will be better for you, I swear.”

He shoved forward, breaching me, and I gasped at the immense pressure. He was thick and hard, the piercing sliding through my wetness, and I closed my eyes tightly. So good. So, so good. Now I knew why women lost their minds when they found a man like Giacomo. Good grief.

“You feel that?” He nudged forward, invading more. “Your pussy is welcoming me. It knows what is about to happen, that I am going to make her very, very happy.”

He withdrew slightly, then slammed all the way in. I arched my back, both trying to get away and bring him deeper inside. It was so much, but not what I needed. “Oh, God.”

Leaning forward, he covered my body with his, bracing himself on his elbows. His mouth was right by my ear, so I could feel every breath, every grunt, as he began thrusting inside me. “Fuck, you are so wet. So soft. I have thought of nothing else but fucking you for two days.”

“Me, too,” I breathed. “I masturbated twice thinking about it.”

He groaned and his hips moved faster. “That is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. Were you imagining all of the come I stored up for you? How I’m going to give you a baby in the next few days?”

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