Page 129 of Born into Mayhem

“You okay, little viper?” he asks, easing back out of me again.

“Yes. I’m okay,” I tell him, barely recognizing the raw sound of my own voice.

One of his hands stays locked on my hip and the other runs up my spine before fisting my hair and jerking my head back, not enough to hurt, but just enough to let me know I’m trapped. It pulls a deep moan from me, just like he knew it would, and when he starts to slowly fuck my ass, I give myself over to him, fully submitting to him in a way that I never would for anyone else.

“Touch yourself,amore. Play with that gorgeous pussy. I want to feel you come while I’m buried deep in your ass.”

I groan at his words, already feeling close and knowing it won’t take much. My hand snakes between my legs, not at all surprised to find my pussy soaked, arousal dripping down my inner thighs. My clit is slippery, making it easy to rub myself, nudging my piercing so it moves just how I need it to and pulling another deep moan from my throat.

Dario slides in deep, keeping the pace slow enough for me to handle but no less intense, and when I start to come, I moan his name, losing myself in the pleasure and the feel of him. My pussy and ass clench as ecstasy washes over and through me, and when he feels it, he growls my name and buries himself deep. I feel him pulse inside me, claiming this last part of my body and making it his.

My body shakes, and the only thing keeping me up is his hand on my hip. His fingers soften in my hair before sliding downmy spine, and when he very slowly pulls out of my ass, I hiss out a breath and sink into the bed, too tired to even flip over.

He’s next to me in an instant, wrapping his arms around my stomach and tucking me against him as he curls his powerful body around mine.

“Ti amo, Mia. More than you can ever know, little viper.”

He kisses my neck and brushes sweaty hair back from my face while I give him a lazy, satisfied smile.

“I love you, too,” I tell him. “You’ve been holding out. That was amazing.”

He grins and kisses me again. “I knew you’d love it, but I didn’t want to rush you. Plus, you were so adamant that my cock was never getting into your ass. Believe it or not, sometimes you can be stubborn.”

I laugh while he kisses my neck and then settles his head above mine on the pillow.

“You love how stubborn I can be,” I remind him.

“I do,” he admits. “I love every single thing about you,piccola vipera.”

“And I love everything about you,” I say, bringing his forearm to my mouth and kissing the scar from where I’d bitten him.

He gives a soft laugh, probably remembering the exact moment when I’d sunk my teeth into him, before he wraps his arm around me again. I relax into him, loving the way he makes me feel protected and safe and loved. I may not need him to save my ass, but it’s nice to know he can.

Feeling every bit like the luckiest woman alive, I close my eyes, enjoying the fact that I ache in all the best places, and hoping I fall asleep like this every night for the rest of my life. Knowing my husband, I will, and when I kiss his arm again, I hear his masculine groan in my ear. I’m content in a way I hadn’t thought possible. I have a place in my family’s Bratva, the freedom to be who I want and need to be, and the love of a man who continually knocks me on my ass in the best way possible.

I have everything I could ever want, and I know it’s only going toget better. In a few weeks, I’ll be working with my brother, proving myself within our Bratva, and then coming home to an insanely sexy Italian who can’t keep his hands off me.

A girl could get used to this kind of life.

Giving his arm another kiss, I snuggle in deeper, already looking forward to tomorrow.

THE END