Page 42 of Broken Mafia Bride (His to Break #2)

RAFFAELE

“ A t what age can you boot Edoardo to a senior center and take over?” Matteo asks. “And is there anything I can do to speed up the process?”

I snort. “Thank you for thinking about me.”

Even though thousands of miles separate us, I can practically hear the dry sarcasm in my best friend’s voice.

The worst part is that I know he’s not trying to be funny.

At this point, I don’t blame him. Since my last conversation with my father, where I told him in very plain terms that it’s Giulia or nothing, he’s redoubled his effort to make a mess of everything.

Since my return to Sardegna, I’ve been getting reports from Matteo and Tommaso about my father. It’s obvious he’s throwing temper tantrums. If he thinks I’m going to come rushing back to fix his messes, he’d better think again. It’s a cheap tactic to keep me distracted and away from Giulia.

Unfortunately for him, and fortunately for me, I’ve put Matteo and my second on top of things. I also discussed with Emilio about reining in my father. And by discussed, I mean I held a gun to his cock and told him the next time we had that discussion, I wouldn’t hesitate.

“Just keep an eye on things,” I tell Matteo. “When I need you to turn someone into a vegetable, I’ll say as much.”

He snorts. “You’re boring.”

I open my mouth to tell him exactly what I think about his own brand of fun, but just then, Giulia steps out from the side of the house and into view. A smile starts to tug at my lips—until I spot the man beside her. The smile vanishes instantly, replaced by a murderous glare.

I really didn’t think I’d ever have to see the fucking fisherman for the rest of my life, but here he is. And the worst part is that Giulia is staring up at him with a small smile that is supposed to be directed at me. What the hell is the fisherman saying that’s so damn amusing anyway?

My hands ball into fists at my sides. That asshole has about five seconds to get lost before I make him regret the?—

“Why the hell are you growling? Is the air at Casa Bianca reverting you back into your neanderthal form?” I jerk in surprise at the sound of Matteo’s voice on the phone.

“Later, Matteo.” I hang up before he can say anything else. I have bigger fish to fry than my father dragging our family name through the mud and grinding it in for good measure. At this rate, by the time this damn war is over, the Gagliardi name will be worth less than a piece of candy.

I unclench my fingers and roll my shoulders, trying to work out the tension in my body, but the move somehow only succeeds in making me more tense.

Gritting my teeth, I march across the stone pathway to where the two are talking.

My eyebrows climb up when neither of them notices me until I’m standing right before them.

What the hell are they talking about that is so important anyway?

Now that things have shifted between Giulia and me, whatever was between them should be over.

“Raffaele, you’re?—”

I wrap a hand around her waist and pull her into me, slanting my mouth over hers and cutting off the rest of her words. She melts into me, hands fisting the front of my shirt and pulling me tighter into her.

A moan rumbles at the back of her throat, causing satisfaction to roar through me. Only then do I let go of her. Her lips are swollen and wet, and her hazel eyes are unfocused. I smile down at her.

“Hey, baby.”

“H-hey,” she stammers, an answering smile curving her mouth.

A throat clears, breaking the moment between us. I lazily turn my head to face the fisherman. He raises one eyebrow at me, as if he can see through my act and knows exactly what I’m playing at.

I don’t care either way.

What matters is that Giulia is mine. I don’t care if I’m acting childish by making a public show of claiming her like this. I’d tattoo my name all over her skin if I could. I want the whole world—starting with Marco—to know who she belongs to.

“Raffaele.” He nods at me in greeting.

“Ah, Marty. I didn’t see you there,” I reply.

His jaw clenches. “It’s Marco, but I’m sure you know that. And you have to be blind to not have seen me here.”

I slide my hands from Giulia’s back up to the back of her neck, where I brush the backs of my knuckles against her flesh. She shivers, leaning closer into me.

“I have tunnel vision for Giulia,” I tell him with a shit-eating grin.

At my side, Giulia pinches me in a reprimand. I know I’m being an asshole, but I can’t bring myself to stop. I don’t understand why the fisherman is here. Do I need to have a conversation with him similar to the one I had with Emilio?

The more I think about it, the better it sounds.

“See you later, Ariel,” Marco eventually says. His eyes meet mine for a second, a glint of mischief in them. Before I can stop him, he’s pressed a kiss to Giulia’s temple.

I take a single threatening step forward, but he’s already spinning on his heels and walking away, hands tucked into his pocket and head held low.

“You didn’t have to be such a dick to him,” Giulia sighs, wrapping her hands around my neck with a small smile.

“He kissed you,” I point out, resisting the urge to go after him and rearrange his face.

She rolls her eyes at me like I’m being ridiculous. “That doesn’t even count.”

I grip her by the hip, lifting her into the air and walking to an obscure part of the house. She lets out a startled squeal, her thighs fastening around my hips to keep herself in place. My body is already buzzing with need, need to claim her, need to remind her that she’s mine in every way.

I have no idea how I survived so long without her, because every day since I got her back, I feel like I’m buzzing out of my skin when I don’t have my hands on her.

Pushing her up against the wall of the house, I smash my mouth against hers again. She lets out a moan, which I swallow desperately. Our tongues meld and tangle, and she rocks into me.

I drop her down until she’s on her feet, then spin her fast, pinning her cheek against the wall.

“You’re mine, Giulia,” I growl, my teeth grazing her ear, biting down hard enough to make her gasp. “Do I have to fuck you senseless every damn time to remind you?”

“No.” It’s a shattered breath, a ragged confession.

“Then why do you keep pushing me, baby? Testing me like you want me to lose my mind. Until I’ve butchered every bastard who dares breathe near you?

Because I will, Giulia. Is that what it’s going to take?

For me to carve my name into your fucking soul so deep you can’t breathe without thinking of me? ”

I’m crowding her, pressing into her until there’s nothing but me, caging her with my body like I’m trying to fuse us together.

“I can’t survive without you, and I’ll be damned if you think you can survive without me.

I’ll do whatever it takes, until it’s branded into that stubborn little head of yours that no one else is worthy of you.

Because you are mine. Don’t make me prove it by becoming the monster you’ve made me.

Because I will. And you’ll love every second of it. ”

My fingers curl around her throat, tightening just enough to make her gasp, her head forced back so I can claim her mouth.

Again. And again. Devouring her with the kind of hunger that knows no end.

It’s not just a kiss, but a fucking claim that is relentless.

I plunge my tongue deep, stealing her breath until she’s gasping, dizzy, pressing that perfect ass back into me like she can’t stop herself.

Until she’s trembling, her body pliant, grinding against me like she’s desperate for something only I can give.

“You exist for me, Giulia Montanari, and I for you. We fit. We’re twisted pieces of the same fucked-up puzzle. You can try to deny it. Pretend you can walk away. But we both know that’s a lie.”

I drag my hand down from her throat to cup one of her breasts, my fingers rough and possessive, squeezing like I’m daring her to forget who owns her.

“Tell me you feel it,” I demand. “Tell me you know you’re mine, then I’ll fuck you right here until you scream it loud enough to wake the damn house.”

“I-I feel it,” she chokes out, shaking in my grip, lost in the chaos I bring. “I know.”

“Good girl,” I purr. I kick her feet apart with my boot, spreading her wide, and my other hand slides down from her throat, slow and intentional, until it cups her other breast.

My fingers dig in, kneading the soft, heavy weight through her dress, my thumb teasing her nipple until it’s stiff under my touch. “But I’m still gonna remind you,” I mutter. “Over and over, until you can’t walk, can’t think, can’t fucking breathe without feeling me buried inside you.”

She groans, tossing her head back onto my shoulders.

Impatient, I yank at the front of her blouse. The fabric gives with an audible rip and then her breast is spilling into my hand.

“Fuck,” I bite out at the feel of the soft flesh in my hands.

Her nipple is already as hard as a bullet, and I roll it between my fingers before pinching it.

A cry escapes her mouth. I should be nervous about her attracting attention, but my brain can’t even be bothered to process common sense at the moment.

My mind is on a single track to get inside Giulia, to fuck away all thoughts of that fisherman.

I slide my other hand up her thigh and cup her over the cotton fabric of her panties.

“Christ, baby,” I groan. “You’re soaked. I don’t even need to put my mouth on you, do I?”

“Raffaele, please,” she pants, pushing up against me.

I push her panties to the side and drag one finger over her slit. She shudders at the move. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

“Oh god!”

I drag my hands away from her and bring my palm down on her center. She jerks, a howl ripping out of her throat. “Who does this greedy pussy belong to?” I ask her again, pushing one thick finger inside her.

She’s so wet that I slip in without any resistance. Fuck my life, but she feels like silk around my fingers, so tight, so hot, so fucking perfect.

“You! Oh god, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

I reach down and undo my belt and zipper, hurriedly pulling out my steel-hard cock. And then I’m pushing into her welcoming pussy until I’m seated fully inside her.

“Fuck.”

“Holy shit,” we chorus, breathing hard. I don’t know how, but being with Giulia somehow manages to feel even better than the last time. There will never be a time in my life when I won’t want to be like this with her. The magnetism between us is constantly pulsing with life.

We fit together, perfectly made for each other.

We make sense. Her pussy spasms around me, and a guttural groan escapes my mouth.

I have to squeeze my eyes shut and try to distract myself, but it only takes the edge off a little bit.

I still feel like I’m about to combust… and I haven’t even started to move yet.

I grip her by her hip, pulling her lower half further into me, and then I twist my hips back and slam into her. This time around, she screams. I hope Marco is hearing this and gnashing his teeth in envy.

I hope he knows that he could never make Giulia scream this loud. Over my dead body will I even let him try.

I roll my hips back again and thrust into her. I slap a hand over her mouth to muffle her next scream. I continue to pound into her, fast, hard, relentless. Her hips push back, meeting me thrust for thrust, just as desperate to be reminded of who owns her.

“I own you,” I tell her. “You’re mine and I’m yours. There will never be another person. No one else will ever touch you. And the next time Marco kisses you, he’ll spend the rest of his life feeding from tubes.”

“Raff…” A long, drawn-out, muffled groan is her only response.

I fuck her until she can barely scream anymore, just low whimpers, soundless cries, body trembling with the need to come, and still, I keep her on the very edge, driving her wilder, to insanity and back.

I want her to feel me for days, weeks, a constant reminder that Marco isn’t even allowed to breathe the same air as her.

Finally, I reach down and flick my finger against her clit, again and again. When I feel my balls draw up, the orgasm buzzing at the base of my spine, that’s when I pinch the bundle of nerves at the top of her mound.

She explodes with my name on her mouth, and I’m right there with her, pumping her full of my cum. The caveman part of me wants to push her down to the ground to make sure it stays inside of her.

I’m still inside her as we catch our breaths, sweat cooling on our bodies. I press small, open-mouthed kisses along her shoulder. That urgent buzz to be joined to her has faded to a dull hum now.

“I want everyone to know that you’re mine,” I tell her.

She snorts weakly. “I don’t think there’s anyone who’s still in doubt.”

“What did Marty want?”

Giulia chuckles lightly. “Don’t be a baby. You know his name is Marco.” She pauses, the atmosphere suddenly going from content to terse and somber. “Marco was here for something important, though.”

I doubt that bastard was here for any reason other than trying to get into her panties. “Hmm? What?”

She sighs, then turns to face me, eyes meeting mine. I stiffen at the hardness in them, and I have a bad feeling about what she’s about to say. Trepidation crawls down my spine.

Pain flashes in her eyes for a split second. “Lucio is behind Noemi’s disappearance.”