Page 39 of Broken Mafia Prince (His to Break #1)

RAFFAELE

I drop her into the back seat of the car and then crawl into the small space with her. Being with Giulia like this has featured in my fantasies more than a few times. In fact, too many times to count.

And I have no doubt that the real thing will be far better than anything my fantasies could have ever made up. The only difference is that not once had I imagined that when I finally got my hands on her again, it would be in the back of my car.

Fuck. I feel a little like a high schooler trying to score with the hot cheerleader.

The car is compact, so there’s not a lot of leg room, which feels like torture at the moment.

I want to be able to get my mouth on every crevice of her.

I want to take my time and introduce her to a world of endless passion.

I tell myself there will be another time, but deep down, I know there might very well never be a next time.

As if she can hear my bleak thoughts, she suddenly surges forward, her mouth crashing on mine with zero finesse. There’s nothing coy or hesitant about the kiss. It’s desperate, wild, and hungry; it’s all the things she’s been keeping tamped down, and I revel in it.

“Raffaele…” She lets out a moan when I take over the kiss, my tongue delving into her mouth, chasing the taste of her.

My hands grip her hips, and I lift her into my lap until she’s seated astride me, grinding down on my erection trapped behind the zipper of my pants.

My fingers rake into her silky curtain of hair, fisting it.

She lets out a mewling sound as my mouth begins to explore the edges of her jaw, mouthing at her neck.

She throws her head back, small hands clutching the front of my shirt to keep me locked in place. I want to tell her that not even the hounds of hell can rip me away from her at the moment.

I pull my mouth away to grip the hem of her blouse. “I want this off.”

She slaps my hand away impatiently and tugs the burgundy material off her body, tossing it to the front of the car carelessly. Her half-lidded eyes are colorful pools of lust as they meet mine. After a moment, my gaze drops down to her exposed leopard-print bra.

As soon as she sees that she has my attention, she reaches behind her, unclasps the bra, and lets it fall down her arms. I suck in a breath, staring unabashedly. I’ve always been a breast man, and Giulia easily has the best pair I’ve ever seen.

“Fuck, baby,” I hiss.

Her cheeks are flushed red, but she bravely holds her shoulders back and lets me take in the perfect teardrop mounds of flesh topped with stiff, pink nipples.

“I want to see your cum all over them,” she whispers.

I grip her jaw in my hands and tug her into a bruising kiss, and she surrenders to it immediately, her hands going for the buttons of my shirt.

She undoes it in record time, and finally her small palms are pressing against my bare chest, exploring eagerly, hands sliding over my pecs and abs with reckless abandon.

I cup her breasts in my hands, and she stills.

I tear my mouth away from hers and kiss a line down her throat.

There’s a strange medallion around her throat, and I make a mental note to ask her about it later.

I’m too curious about her for my own good.

I want to know every damn thing about Giulia Montanari.

“Argh,” she cries as my tongue drags over the hard bud of her nipple. Finally, my mouth closes around it. Giulia shudders in my arms, nails digging into my shoulders.

My other hand continues to knead at the other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between my index finger and thumb.

Giulia moans, throwing her head back. “Raffaele, please! I c-can’t—” Her words end with another drawn-out moan.

I know what she wants. I can read her like a book. She wants this to be as hard and as fast as possible, because she thinks it’ll feel less significant that way. I’m not letting her get this the easy way, though. She wanted this, so I’m going to show her how close to heaven she can get.

My hands leave her breast to slip to her hip. I drag the zipper of her jeans down, and then I push her down until she’s lying across my leather seats, staring up at me like she’s entirely at my mercy and there’s nowhere else she’d rather be.

“Up.” I tap her hip. She obediently raises up for me to drag the rest of her clothes down, including her panties.

Finally, she’s completely naked under me. I sit back on my haunches to take her in, from her hair spread around her like a sea of lush brown, to her raw, bitten mouth. My hand grips her waist right where it flares out into rounded hips.

“Fucking beautiful,” I say.

“Are you just going to stare all night?” she taunts.

“Maybe,” I tell her, shrugging my shirt off and tossing it away. Her heavy gaze drags down my body and stops at where my hands are unclasping the buckle of my belt. Her eyes widen as I shuck my pants and boxer briefs.

“Holy fuck.” The words explode out of her mouth, jaw dropping open in shock as she stares at where my hard cock curves up from a short tuft of hair.

My mouth twitches with a grin, and I wrap one hand against my erection, dragging it up and down the length. She watches in rapt attention for a long while. My eyes narrow on her face, searching for the slightest bit of hesitation.

Even though my blood is bubbling in my veins, imagining taking her over and over again, I’m ready to get dressed and drive her back to her own bed if she so much as looks uncertain.

Electricity crackles like live wires inside the car as her dark eyes meet mine.

Instead of hesitation, all I see is burning need.

“Teach me how to pleasure you,” she says softly.

“You don’t have to,” I tell her.

“I want to.” Her chin pushes into the air stubbornly, that familiar stubborn spark glinting in her eyes as she stares me down.

If there’s one thing I know about her, it’s that she always gets what she wants.

And if there’s one thing I know about myself, it’s that I could never say no to her when she looks at me like that.

Slowly, she rises to her knees and presses her hands to my chest, pushing me back until I’m reclining against the car door.

“Tell me what to do.” She glances up at me through dark, sooty lashes, bending over my erection.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” I whisper when her pink mouth drops open, waiting. I wrap her hair around my fists, then urge her head down until my tip slips into her mouth.

“Christ!” I bark. She moans at the first taste of me. The sound shoots all the way down to my balls, and I have to make a conscious effort for my hand to not tighten in her hair and make her choke on all of me.

She peeks up at me, amusement written all over her face.

So she thinks this is funny? I’ll show her funny.

I lift her away from my cock, and she makes a squawking sound of protest, eyebrows drawing down on displeasure. I ignore the daggers she’s shooting my way, maneuvering us until she’s kneeling over me, her sweet pussy right at the tip of my tongue.

I breathe her in, filling my lungs with the smell of her desire. It’s been years since I thought about having superpowers, but I suddenly wish I could stop time. I’d keep us in this moment forever. Giulia, naked and aroused, surrendering herself to me while all our problems remain locked outside.

“Oh god,” she cries, when I grab her by the hips and pull her down into my waiting mouth, tongue dragging over her soaked center.

Her taste hits me like ambrosia, and my head swirls. I pull her down until she’s seated on my face, and then I feast like she’s my last meal, getting drunk on the taste of her, the desperate cries that fall from her mouth as my tongue strokes into her.

Giulia bends over me, one hand supporting her body and the other wrapping around the base of my erection. Her mouth covers the head of me, sucking me deep. I falter, pleasure shooting up my body.

I hum when she begins to take more of me into her mouth, slow and tentative but not any less sure of her motive.

She makes a choking sound when I’m halfway into her mouth, the sound driving my body higher. I know I won’t last long, not with her sucking on me like I’m her favorite lollipop. What Giulia lacks in skill, she more than makes up for in exuberance.

Even though I want to take my time savoring her, I know that I have to make her come first.

I suck on the little sensitive bud at the top of her mound and a full-body shudder runs down her body. She moans around me, the sound vibrating down my spine. I clutch her tighter, eating, sucking, and licking at her.

My mouth closes around her clit just as she begins to bob on my dick, hands squeezing me tighter. My balls draw up tighter and I growl, curling my tongue around her clit. She starts to rock against my face, pushing into me with gusto.

I lash my tongue against her, while she starts sucking on my head with loud, slurping sounds.

“Raffaele,” she tears her mouth away to scream when I suck on her clit harder this time. “Oh god, please. Please!”

Her hands continue to work me, moving up and down faster and faster.

“I’m coming,” she cries, throwing her head back.

I reach down for where her hand is wrapped around my base and wrap mine around hers. I continue to eat her as she trembles and begins to come, body twitching as her orgasm washes through her.

“Raffaele. Raffaele! Yes. Oh fuck, yes,” she chants. I don’t stop fucking my tongue up into her until one orgasm begins to roll into another one. My balls draw up tight, and my spine tingles as I finally begin to come.

It feels like my body is a firework, exploding into a kaleidoscope of light and colors.

Finally, we both go still, breathing hard as we attempt to come back down from the incredible high. Giulia crawls away from me and rearranges herself so she can collapse into me, head tucked under my jaw. I grip her face and raise her mouth into a filthy, lazy kiss.

She pulls away slowly, and then her eyes meet mine. Gone is the sparking lust, and in its place is worry. My chest tightens at the look on her face, and I want to kiss her hard enough to wipe it away, hard enough to continue to keep the outside world at bay.

“This won’t end well, will it?” she asks softly.

I want to assure her that it will, that everything will be okay.

Anything at all to erase that look on her face, but she’s not stupid, nor will I insult her intelligence with such a bald-faced lie.

“I don’t know how this ends. What I know is that I want you with me at the end of it.

I’m going to end this war, and give you the life you want, the safety, the sanity. ”

“How?” she asks doubtfully.

“Have some faith in me,” I tell her. “Do you trust me?”

Her eyes never leave mine, so I can see the complete honesty when she says, “Yes.”

Relief spreads through me, along with a calm I haven’t felt since this entire thing with the Syndicate began. The relief is short-lived, however.

Giulia peels away from my body and wraps her arms around herself, suddenly looking small and vulnerable. When her eyes meet mine again, the resolution in them gives me pause.

And then she opens her mouth and brings my world buckling to its knees.

“I’m leaving the country.”