The Mafia Boss Who Captivated Me

LORENZO

As soon as the car rolls to a stop, I open the door, too impatient to wait for the driver. Mia's hand is clasped in mine, and I pull her out with me, hurrying up the path and into the house.

My jaw aches. I stretch my neck, trying to ease the tension there, and quicken my steps, desperate to get her to my room. Mia's heels click along the marble floor as she breaks into a slight jog to keep up with me. She stumbles, and I curse out loud before scooping her up. Holding her against my chest, I take the stairs two at a time, forcing her to wrap her arms around me to maintain her balance. Her breathing is heavy-stuttered-and it makes those cock-achingly perfect tits jiggle. "Sir?" she whispers, her voice uncertain. I walk inside my bedroom and kick the door closed behind me before striding toward the bed and setting her on her feet. My pulse races, thundering like a prize-winning stallion. My cock is painfully hard, leaking precum in my boxers. She was fucking perfect tonight. She is fucking perfect.

I need her more than I need my next breath.

I brush her honey-blond hair back from her face and cup her chin in my hands as I draw a deep breath. Her full pink lips part like she's about to ask me what's going on, but I seal my mouth over hers, sliding my tongue inside and tasting her sweetness. Everything about her is good and light. She's the perfect balm for my wretched darkness.

She whimpers and I swallow the sounds, kissing her so hard that she's unable to breathe, but I don't let up. I can't. I slide my hands to her back and find the concealed zipper of her gown. The dress falls away, exposing every delicious curve to the cool air, and the shimmery fabric lands in a pool at her feet, leaving her naked except for her heels. I pull her closer, warming her with my body heat. Her tits press against me, her nipples pebbled.

Lifting her, I wrap her legs around my waist and crawl onto the bed. Only when I have her beneath me do I break our kiss, taking the opportunity to look over her beautiful body.

"Sir?" she says on a breathy moan, arching her back and rubbing her pussy on my cock through my pants.

"You're so fucking beautiful, tesoro," I groan against her skin, lips dusting over her neck and collarbone as I make my way down to her delicious tits. I suck her nipple into my mouth and bite down on the turgid peak until she cries out. Sweeping my tongue across the tip, I soothe the sting of my bite, then move to the other one and do the same. She curls her fingers in my hair and presses herself into my hungry mouth. I fight myself for control. If I'm not careful, I will end up devouring her whole, permanently marking her perfect body for all eternity.

She mewls and whimpers as I work my way down, over the soft curves of her stomach. My lips graze her thighs, still sticky with our cum, but it's her essence that floods my senses, the scent of her arousal that makes my mouth water. My aching cock weeps to be inside her. I swirl my tongue over her clit, soaking up the taste of her juices. When I growl against her sensitive flesh, a shiver ripples through her body. She bucks her hips, pressing her pussy into my waiting mouth, and I suck and lick her wetness from her, feasting on her cum until my balls burn with the need to fill her.

Holding myself up on one forearm, I tug open my belt with the other. Her hands fist in the collar of my shirt. "I want to feel you, Sir," she pants. "Feel your skin. Please?"RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

I push up onto my knees and start to unbutton my shirt. Her deft fingers soon join mine and she tugs at the buttons with a desperation that mirrors my own. Once that's out of the way, she unzips my pants and, without warning, slips her hand into my boxers and squeezes my cock at the base.

"Fuck!" I get rid of my pants and boxers, along with my socks. Being propped up on top of her makes it so much more difficult, but I can't tear myself away from her delectable needy body.

With a seductive smile, she wraps her slender legs around my waist and tugs me closer, and I press the crown of my cock against her drenched opening. She hisses out a breath, clawing at my back and shoulders as she tries to pull me inside her.

I hold back, teasing us both despite our urgent need. I want to take my time, savor every single second with her.

"Please, Sir?" The sound of her begging shoots a bolt of pleasure through me. I trail kisses over her collarbone, inhaling the smell of her sweet skin as I roll my hips and sink so deliciously deep inside her that I almost come on the spot. She cries out, the sound so full of relief that I feel it in my soul. I suck a tender spot on her neck and pull out of her slowly before sinking back in.

"Oh god," she whimpers. Her nails rake down my back and break the skin, but I don't feel the sting of her scratches. I feel nothing but the deep, soul-cleansing euphoria of being inside this woman. Nothing exists outside the two of us. She is everything. Where I begin and end.

And when I crash my lips against hers, taking her breath as I take her body-while she claims my heart and my goddamn soul-I slowly rock my hips. Her hot, wet channel squeezes my cock like she never intends to let me go. "Fuck, tesoro," I groan in her ear. "Sei fottutamente perfetto."

She cries out, clinging to me desperately. "I love you, Sir!"

Her words steal the breath from my lungs. Her juicy lips open on a moan as she comes hard for me, milking me for all she's worth. I plow into her, drawing out her orgasm while I grind out my own. My head spins with the force of it. I roll my hips against her, spilling every last drop from my balls into her sweet cunt.

Completely spent, obliterated by the love of this woman, I collapse on top of her, my head buried in the crook of her neck. The high starts to ebb away, and as it does, I'm hit with the realization that I just made love to a woman who isn't my wife.