Page 117 of Broken Mafia Bride

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 bastardwho 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.”