Page 39 of Broken Mafia Bride (His to Break #2)
It’s too much, the stretch of him inside me, the relentless pressure on my clit, the way he owns every inch of me.
I shatter in a choked sob breaking free as my orgasm crashes over me, waves of heat and light pulsing through my body.
My arms give out, then I collapse forward with my cheek pressed to the cool tile and ass still up as he drives into me harder, chasing his own release.
“Fuck, Giulia—” His voice cracks, and with one last thrust, he spills inside me, hot and deep, his grip bruising as he holds me there. His breaths are ragged, matching mine, and for a moment, we’re still, just purely satisfied bodies locked together on the kitchen floor.
He slumps over me, breathing fast. His lips brush my shoulders softly. “You’re mine,” he whispers, voice raw. “Always.”
I don’t answer—just breathe, sprawled out beneath him, the tiles cold against my skin, his heat seeping into me. The kitchen’s silent again, save for our panting, and I wish I could pause time and be like this forever.
But his next words shatter that haze.
“Marry me, marry me, Giulia.”
I raise my head and blink at him. “W-what?”
“Say you’ll marry me.”
I gape at him, trying to wrangle my thoughts back into place. “Raffaele, please not this again.”
“Not what?”
“You’re really asking me that?”
“Yes, I am, Giulia. Please enlighten me on the terrible thing I must have just done because I have absolutely no idea.”
“The thing you just said. I c-can’t. Are you crazy? We just buried Isa and?—”
“So that’s why you are reacting this way? Everybody knows that I never loved her. I feel sad that she’s gone. Trust me, I do,” he tells me. “She was my friend, regardless of the lies she told, but everyone knows that you and I—we’ve always been meant to be.”
I pull away, hugging my arms around myself. “There are too many complications, Raffaele. Can’t you see! We spell disaster.”
His hands tighten on my hip. “The fuck do you mean by that?” he grits out. “Stop believing the bullshit our fathers planted in our heads.”
“This isn’t about them,” I insist. “What has our union brought except blood and suffering and pain?”
His eyes flash, dark and intense. Before I realize what’s happening, he grips me by my jaw, keeping my face in place so our gazes are fixed.
“I want you to listen to me, Giulia?—”
“No, there’s no way?—”
“Listen to me, Giulia.” His fingers tighten on my jaw. “Nothing is getting in our way again. I won’t let it. The blood, the pain, the tears, I’ve been a part of it. I’ve been here, I’ve experienced it all right along with you.”
“Then how can you still think we are a good idea?” I ask him. “After everything?”
“Those years I went without you were the worst, darkest years of my life,” he tells me. “I don’t know what those years were like for you, but there’s one thing I’m sure of.”
“What?” I ask him curiously.
“No matter what we go through, I want to go through it with you. There’s no one else I’d rather be in this mess with. No one else, Giulia.” He enunciates the words slowly. “We’re going to find Noemi, and I’m going to marry you and be the best husband to you and the best father to her.”
Panic grips me by my chest. I want to be with Raffaele.
I want that dream life we talked about before the world imploded around us.
But it feels like the more we reach for it, the more fleeting it becomes.
A million land mines separate us from that dream life, and I don’t know if it’s logical to even risk it.
After all this time, my father is finally in support of me being with Raffaele, and I’m the one stalling. The fucking irony of that.
Before I can work myself up into further panic, Raff’s mouth closes around mine. My thoughts go skittering away at the first contact. I open my mouth for him, and he delves right in.
I moan as his tongue moves against mine, slowly, leisurely, exploring the taste of my mouth, driving me wild. I arch into him, the silky material of my nightdress sliding over my beaded nipples, causing electricity to shoot down my spine.
How is it that I need this man so fast again?
“I need you,” I moan.
And the leash on his control snaps. He lifts me by my hip and drops me down on the floor, and then he grabs the front of my nightdress and yanks it. There’s an audible rip, and then Raffaele’s mouth is closing around one hard nipple.
I arch into him, undoing the buttons on his shirt with clumsy fingers, gasping, and shaking with need.
He breaks away for a moment to aid me in pushing his shirt off his shoulders, and then our hands scramble for the belt buckle he didn’t quite pull down before and push it down with his briefs until his cock, already hard again, springs free.
I wrap my fingers around the base of him, feeling the weight of his erection.
Raffaele makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat. Encouraged, I tighten my fingers around him, squeezing and pumping lightly.
“God, baby,” he growls. “You’re going to drive me insane.”
“It’s only fair,” I respond. “Since I’ve been insane about you from day one.”
He bends his head and takes my mouth again, and I raise my hips, positioning him at my entrance. Our eyes meet, and I see the need burning inside me reflected in his eyes. Without another word, he begins to push into me.
This time it’s a slow, breathless joining, and when he’s finally seated deep inside, we both let out a breath. His fingers carve against mine above my head. He pulls his hip backward, then surges back into me.
“Raffaele!” I cry, teeth clamping down on his muscular shoulder to contain the fire roaring inside me.
“I’m going to marry you, Giulia,” he says, and I know the words aren’t a promise; we are way past promises. His words are a declaration. I shiver, curving my hips up to meet his next thrust, again and again and again, until we are moving together.
The kitchen tiles are colder against my back, now that I’m completely naked, but Raffaele’s body is a furnace over me. The difference between the two is a tantalizing mix, combined with the forbidden lure of being taken where anyone can just walk in and see us.
“You’re mine,” he declares. “You’ve been mine from the start, and nothing—nothing in this fucking world—will keep us apart again. I’m going to fix everything for us. Every fucking thing.”
“Oh, Raff,” I groan against his shoulder, my body bouncing with the force of his thrusts.
His fingers tighten where they’re clutching mine, and he pauses to shift his hip. His next thrust nearly makes me black out, and I have to toss my head back and let out a keening cry, tears slipping out of the corners of my eyes.
“Do you love me?”
I bob my head vigorously, but it’s not enough for him. He nips at the side of my neck. “Say the words. Say you love me.”
I hesitate. Not because I don’t love him, but because I know Raffaele. Saying those words will be sealing my fate to him. He’ll translate it as my acceptance of his marriage offer. There’s just too much horrible history between us. How are we supposed to move through all of it?
And what if everything that’s happened so far is just the beginning of what we will face? How many more punches can I take before I finally tap out?
“Giulia!” he bites out.
“I love you. I love you, I love you,” I chant the words over and over again.
Raffaele reaches down and flicks my clit with his thumb, then gathers moisture from my dripping pussy to my clit, drawing circles around it.
“Please, please!” I cry.
He continues to torture me, drawing me to the edge and letting me off the hook, over and over until I think I’m going to pass out, and then finally, he pinches my clit. I erupt into a million fragments, a scream rising from my belly and ripping out of my throat.
The orgasm detonates through me like a nuclear bomb, and for a second, I’m not sure I survived the intensity of it. Everything is bright light, and all of my problems and worries stop existing.
“I love you too.” Raffaele is dropping kisses all over me. “I’ll fix this. We’ll have the life we dreamed of.”
All I can do is close my eyes and cling to him, choosing to trust the conviction in his voice and forget about the other voices in my head telling me that this road leads to nothing but more pain.
“I made sure to lock the kitchen door on my way in, by the way,” Raffaele adds after a moment, his tone lightening with a touch of mischief. “You’re welcome.”
I chuckle softly, feeling my initial worries leave. “You had plans to make me scream and fuck me here from the start, didn’t you?”
He gives me a playful smirk. “You’re always part of my plans, Giulia.”