Page 93 of Broken Mafia Bride

Reaching down, I shove the elastic waistband of my sweatpants down, taking my boxer briefs with them until my aching length is in my hand. Her eyes lock onto it hungrily, tongue darting out to swipe over her bottom lip.

I stroke myself—once, twice—and she watches every movement, her gaze darkening with each pass.

One of my hands pins her hip as I pull her up, then I position my cock at her dripping entrance. She sucks in a breath when the head brushes against her folds, biting down on her bottom lip. Without a second thought, I begin to push into her.

“Oh god,” she gasps.

I grit my teeth at the feel of her silky walls gripping me tight. She feels so fucking incredible—I’m not sure I’m going to last. God, I’ve missed this.

Pleasure skitters across my skin, every nerve ending sparking to life.

“Fuck, baby,” I pant. “Feels so good. So, so good.”

She groans, tossing her head back as I settle deep inside her. Her pussy clenches around me, and I curse under my breath, going still. Sweat pours down my body with the effort of not moving.

I squeeze my eyes shut and count to ten backward, but none of it helps.

I roll my hips back and push into her—she screams, eyes flaring wide. Then, a mischievous smile curls one corner of her mouth, and before I know it, she’s flipped us, straddling me.

I barely have time to get my bearings before she grabs the base of my cock and sinks down, taking me in with a single thrust.

“Fuck,” she bites out, gripping my shoulder for leverage.

Giulia starts rolling her hips, bouncing and grinding on my cock until she finds a rhythm. My gaze locks on the mirror over her shoulder, watching myself slide in and out of her hungry pussy. Her eyes roll back, her pink mouth falling open.

I bend my head and take one of her bouncing breasts into my mouth, molding the other in my palm, rolling and pinching her nipple.

“Raff, Raffaele, please, please!” she cries. “I’m so close. I c-can’t—I can’t?—”

“Shhh,” I whisper. “I’m going to give you what you need, baby girl.”

I grip her hips and slam her down onto my cock. The scream she lets out is ear-splitting. She throws her head forward, teeth sinking into my shoulder.

I thrust into her, guiding her movements as I work her up and down my length, entirely in control. Her pussy spasms around me as I keep fucking her—hard, fast, desperate—and I know she’s close. I reach down, pressing my palm to her clit, and the next time she sinks down on my cock, the swollen bundle bumps against my hand.

“Fuck!” she grits out.

“Come for me, baby girl.”

With one last cry, she starts to come—her pussy clenching around me like a vice. Her orgasm rushes through her like a flood, slick and hot as it slides down my length and over my thighs.

“I love you, I love you,” she breathes, her mouth everywhere—pressing kisses over my face, my jaw, my neck.

I shoot up in bed, sweat pouring down my body as the last remnants of sleep fade from my eyes. My head jerks to the side, taking in the bedroom that’s definitely not mine. Disappointment crashes over me when I realize I’m not in the safehouse with Giulia—none of it was real. It was all just a dream.

“Fuck.” I scrub a hand over my face and bury my face in my hands, feeling even more miserable than ever, despite my cock pulsing and leaking pre-cum.

With a sigh, I stumble out of bed to the bathroom, turning the water as cold as it can get. The dream felt too real, and I wish I could go back to it. God, I miss her. But it’s more than just physical.

I miss talking to her, listening to her random thoughts, seeing her smile at me, watching her laugh, knowing that I’m the reason for it. I liked being a part of her world.

I have no idea how I even survived the years without her, but what I do know is that I won’t be able to survive a second time. I can’t lose her again, but she’s slipping through my fingers—and I’m running out of options and hope.

The icy cold water succeeds in rerouting the blood from my cock, deflating my erection. I’m stepping out of the shower just as my phone pings with a notification. I cross the room and grab the phone.

My heart begins to race when I see that it’s a message from Matteo. He’s been helping me look into Noemi’s disappearance and the Martina woman. So far, there have just been a bunch of dead ends.

Today, though, there’s an address to an underground fighting ring.