Page 158 of Broken Mafia Bride

“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 immobilizingme. 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.

“Tesoro mio, you have to step away from the screen,” Raffaele instructs.

“Okay, Papa!” When she does, a dinner setting with our entire family is revealed. Mrs. Amato is wagging her finger at Paolo in the background, Tommaso is secretly feeding the dog, Sienna’s husband is pacing with the twins in either arm, trying to stop their screaming, while Sienna is clicking away on her laptop; Matteo is leaning against the fridge, arms crossed over his chest and observing the room.

Mr. Amato and my father are locked in another game of chess, with Pepe standing beside them, trying to learn their moves.

I wince when I spot Val at the stove and hope Mrs. Amato will take over soon.

“Guess what?” our kid asks, pressing her whole face to the screen again.

“What?” I ask, eyes heavy with sleep.

Suddenly, she disappears from the screen, and I hear some scrambling. Finally, she reappears, holding up a strange-looking creature. Its eyes and head are too big, and it’s entirely hairless. “Marco took me with him to pick a dog from the shelter. We named it Raffie, after Papa.”

“That fucking asshole,” my husband bites out behind me, too low for Noemi to hear.

I slap a hand over my mouth to muffle my laughter while Raffaele snatches the phone to roar at Tommaso for lettingNoemi bring the ugly dog home. I’m not worried, though. Noemi has her father wrapped around her finger, and he’ll end up letting Raffie stay.

Everything might have been a mess in the beginning, but I’m glad it led us to this moment. It was all worth it in the end, and I won’t trade what I have now for anything. Eventually, I know that everyone might go their various ways, but I know that I’ll always have them, and whenever I need them, they’ll show up for me.

That’s what family is about, and mine might just be the best.

I guess patience pays off, after all.