Page 57 of Broken Mafia Bride (His to Break #2)

GIULIA

“ W elcome home, Mrs. Gagliardi,” Raffaele whispers as we step into the cabin we’ve been inhabiting for the past three days.

“Thank you, Mr. Gagliardi,” I whisper back with a smile.

He steps up behind me and slips off my light cardigan, hanging it on the coat rack by the door. I shiver slightly as the cool breeze drifts in from the Andaman Sea.

After we left the reception, Tommaso drove us straight to Raffaele’s private hangar, where a plane was waiting to take us away. After a long flight, which we spent eating wedding cake off each other, we finally arrived in Thailand, and a long ride later, we arrived at the beach resort in Koh Lipe.

Tonight, Raffaele took me to dinner at one of the five-star restaurants a little way inside the town. Dinner was electrifying. Each time our eyes met, current zapped through me. I had to clench my thighs together under the table as heat pooled low at the base of my stomach.

“Cold?” he asks, breath wafting over the shell of my ear.

I suck in a breath as desire skitters over my skin, buzzing like a live wire.

“Don’t worry, I’ll heat you up,” he promises, spinning me around and slanting his mouth down on mine in a searing kiss. I gasp into the kiss, hands fisting the front of his dress shirt to hold him close.

It only takes a second for the kiss to go from light to scorching. We stumble backward into the house. He grabs me by my hip, lifting me into his arms. I kick my heels off as he pushes me against the wall, sliding my dress up until it’s hunched around my waist.

I feel his hard length trapped against my covered pussy, and I rock against him desperately, moaning into his mouth.

I reach down blindly for his shirt, hastily undoing the buttons with clumsy fingers. It takes far too long to finally get all the buttons undone. I drag my palm over his toned chest, feeling the muscles bunch under my touch. I urge the shirt off his shoulders.

With a growl, he turns around, carrying me away from the wall and down the short hallway leading to our cozy four-poster bed. He drops me down carefully on the bed, my legs still wrapped around his hips.

I watch in rapture as he pushes his shirt the rest of the way off and tosses it away. Then he reaches for his belt buckle, undoing it and dragging his pants and briefs off in one move.

My gaze drifts over his exquisite figure, marveling at how handsome and perfect my husband is.

From his tousled dark hair to his stunning blue eyes, the sculpted planes of his face, his broad shoulders, muscled arms, and veiny hands, down to the visible row of abs that lead to a triangle of trimmed pubic hair from which his hard member juts out, a bead of pre-cum already staining the tip.

I lick my lips in anticipation, suddenly hungry for the taste of my husband’s cock.

My husband, my husband, mine . I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of saying those words. I still have to pinch myself to prove that all of this isn’t a dream. It still feels so surreal.

Raffaele wraps his fingers around his cock, fisting it with his dark gaze fixed on me, devouring me. “You’re so fucking perfect, Giulia. I want you so much.”

Before I can respond, he bends and takes my mouth again, tongue tangling with mine, a satisfied hum rumbling deep in his throat. He grabs the thin straps of my dress and pushes them down my arms.

I arch my back to allow him access to grasp my zipper and pull it down. Finally, he slips the dress down my body, leaving me in just pale pink panties.

Raffaele trails open-mouthed kisses from my mouth down to the corner of my jaw, then to my neck.

I moan when his hand covers one of my breasts, rolling the hard nipple to a tighter peak. My hands fly up, raking into the short hairs at the back of his head. When his mouth closes around my nipple, I scream, arching into him and grinding my soaked core against his body.

“Oh god. Please,” I cry, pulling at his hair.

His mouth continues its torturous journey while his fingers continue to torment me, pinching my nipples between his fingers, rolling and plucking at them. He grasps the edge of my panties with his teeth and pulls them over my hips and down my legs.

Raffaele cups my soaked pussy with one hand, his pupils blowing until his blue eyes are almost pitch black. I tremble, groaning at the possessiveness of his touch.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “You’re soaked for me. You’re dripping for me. You want me, huh?”

“Yes. Yes, please.” I throw my head back when one of his fingers drags over my slit. “Take me, Raff. Use me, I’m yours.”

And then, without warning, he pushes two thick fingers into my tight channel. A scream rips out of my throat at the incredible feeling of fullness, and I throw my head back, clawing at the bedsheets.

He pulls his fingers out almost all the way and then thrusts them into me again.

I cry out, rocking into his next thrust. Desire coils inside me, gathering like a storm as he starts to fuck into me with his fingers, the top of his palm bumping against my clit with every move.

It feels so goddamn incredible, and I’m so greedy for him.

I meet his every thrust, spreading my legs further to give me leverage to rock into his fingers. He crooks his fingers inside me, hitting something that makes me see stars for a split second.

I roar, head thrashing side to side at the amazing sensation.

“Raffaele, oh god. Oh god. Please.” I don’t know if I’m begging him to stop or for him never to stop. Each time we have sex is better than the last.

My orgasm is just starting to build at the base of my spine when he pulls his fingers away. I let out a cry of protest, tears beading at the corners of my eyes at being denied my release.

He chuckles, raising his fingers coated with my juices to his mouth. I watch as he licks his fingers clean, satisfaction evident on his face.

“God, baby, you taste so fucking good,” he tells me, leaning forward to kiss me again, allowing me to taste myself on his tongue.

I hum while one of his hands cups my breast.

I can feel the head of his cock positioned against my entrance, and all of me is shaking, aching for it. I feel so empty on the inside, and even though Raffaele is so close, and there’s barely a hairsbreadth of space between us, I still want him closer.

I want him inside me, underneath my skin, joined to me in the most intimate of ways. I want him to remind me that I belong to him just as much as he belongs to me.

His eyes meet mine, dark and intense with desire. “I love you,” he mouths the words.

“I love you.” My words end with a drawn-out cry as he finally pushes into me with one hard thrust. I gasp for breath as he fills me up, my pussy spasming around his length. He’s so big, and I have to take a moment to breathe through the feeling of being stuffed full.

“I want to fuck you until you scream,” he grits out. “I want to use you and dirty up like a little whore.”

“Hmm.”

“You like that, don’t you?” He smirks. “You like the thought of being held down and fucked like an animal. You want me to use you to get myself off. You don’t want to be treated like my wife tonight, do you?”

More moisture seeps out of me at his words. I moan.

“Tonight, you don’t want to be the love of my life, the mother of my daughter. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he orders.

“Fuck me. Make me scream,” I pant.

Without another word, Raffaele pulls out of me. Before I can protest, he’s flipped me so I’m on my hands and knees, pushing my back down until I’m arched, ass up in the air and knees spread apart.

In this position, I’m completely bared to him. And when he pushes into me a second later, I scream, trying to crawl away. It’s too much and yet not enough at the same time.

“I c-can’t. I can’t.”

“I’m not done with you.” He grips my hips tightly, holding me in place. I turn to push him off me, but he grabs both of my hands, pinning them behind my back, completely immobilizing me. I’m at his mercy now, and something about that turns me on even more.

I’ve never before imagined that being helpless would be something I’d enjoy. After years of training to be strong and independent, now I just want my husband to take all of that away and make me beg for him.

He pins me in place and begins to fuck into me, hard, brutal thrusts that rock my body forward. I scream and cry and beg, but he doesn’t let up.

“Oh god. Please. I can’t take it. Oh fuck, don’t stop, it feels so good!” I scream until my voice goes hoarse, until I can only make pathetic whimpering sounds, tears streaming down my face from how good it feels.

I always thought the phrase “fuck your brains out” was an exaggeration until Raffaele literally does that. I don’t even remember my name. There’s nothing else in that moment except his cock tunneling into me hard and fast, the sounds of his guttural grunts, our bodies slapping together.

I’m so close, I’m standing right at the edge, eager to topple over and go crashing down.

Raffaele palms my ass cheek in one hand, and then to my surprise, he reaches in between my legs to gather my wetness on his fingers, then pushes a single digit into my ass. My eyes go wide with shock. But the shock only lasts for a split second.

With a choked cry, I start to come, my release ripping through me like a hurricane. My vision fades out, and there’s a loud ringing in my head. I’m floating somewhere outside my body.

I don’t know how long I stay in that state of extreme high, but I finally come to when the sound of a phone ringing echoes through the room.

I grab my purse off the nightstand and pull out the phone. It’s a video call from Val. Grinning, I motion Raff over. He slips in behind me and pulls the covers over us.

I swipe to answer the call, and a smile takes over my face when I see Noemi’s face covering the entire screen. She still hasn’t gotten the hang of the video call thing, no matter how many times we’ve all tried to correct her.