Page 51 of Broken Mafia Prince (His to Break #1)

Her breath hitches. “You wanted me to come for you. And now I have.”

“You shouldn’t have walked out on us, you shouldn’t have run from me. You denied us two perfect years together,” I growl at her, grinding the heel of my palm against her clit.

She writhes, grinding against it for more of the pressure, but I take my hand away.

“Raff,” she groans, throwing her head back.

Sweat beads down her face, and I almost feel bad for her. Almost. But she deserves it; she deserves to be toyed with for depriving us of this and ever saying yes to marrying someone else. How could she ever think she belongs to someone else?

I push two fingers into her and she screams, almost flying off the bed.

“Yes! Yes.”

“Fuck yourself on my fingers,” I order her. “Show me how desperate you are for it.”

Uncertainty flickers in her eyes, and I’m reminded that, despite the confidence that always emanates from her, she may still be new to this. But I need to know.

“Did you give yourself to that jerk?” Her eyes snap open, wide with shock. “Answer me, Giulia.”

“I…”

I’ll kill him if he took what’s mine.

“No, Raffaele. It’s always been you.”

The words go off like alarms in my head.

She is mine. Mine to own. Mine to defile.

“Come on, baby,” I whisper into her ear. “I’m going to make this feel so good for you. You came all this way for me. For this. For us. Take what you need.” And then she begins to rock against my hand, neck straining, mouth gaping wide, breasts bouncing.

My cock is an aching steel rod in my pants, but I can’t look away from her long enough to be bothered with it.

She’s glorious.

“Oh my god,” she grunts.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes snap to mine, the green in them more pronounced. She’s too far gone to feel any embarrassment now.

I pull my fingers out of the tight heat of her, imagining how she’s going to strangle my cock.

I want to taste her again, but I want to be buried to the hilt inside her more, so I settle for sucking my fingers coated in her juices into my mouth.

“Fuck me,” she begs breathlessly.

I can’t wait anymore. I reach down for the heavy head of my belt buckle, and in seconds, it comes undone.

I grasp the zipper of my pants, and the sound echoes through the room. I step away from the bed to shuck off my pants, my boxer briefs following next.

“Raffaele,” she breathes out, eyes wide as they take in my straining length. I watch in amusement as she closes her thighs together and her tongue drags over her lower lip.

I climb back onto the bed and grasp the string of her panties. She raises her hips, allowing me to drag the underwear down her legs and off. I push them open and settle in between her legs.

I drag one finger over her wet slit and push it into her. She lets out a shocked gasp.

“More!” she croaks.

“Do you want me to fill you up, Giulia? Pump you full of my cum until you’re leaking it for days?”

“Yes!” she breathes out.

“Yes, what?”

She nods rapidly, voice breathy. “I want you to fill me up and pump me so full with cum, I’ll be leaking you for days.”

A blush heats her cheeks at the graphic words, goosebumps rising all over her arms.

I push a second finger into her, and this time around, I make sure to curl them upwards, watching pleasure spread across her face, mouth falling open.

“Raffaele,” she screams. “Oh god, please.”

“You’re so wet for me,” I grunt. “So fucking slippery, so tight and hot. Tell me what you need.”

“I need you.”

“My fingers?”

“No, please.” She bucks against me, so, so eager. “I need your d-dick. I need you to fill me up.”

“You beg so beautifully,” I tell her, lining myself up with her entrance.

She’s trembling with need as I press up against her entrance, and then I’m pushing inside her welcoming heat.

I feel the resistance inside her, and I grab her jaw, making sure her eyes are on mine. “This is going to hurt a little bit, baby.”

She nods with understanding. I snap my hips back and then drive into her, pushing past the resistance and burying myself to the hilt. A small cry of pain slips out of her mouth, and I pause, allowing her to adjust to my size.

I cup her ass and lift her higher, securing the pillow better underneath her. The move curves her body up and allows me more access. Pleasure like nothing I’ve ever felt before fills me, her pussy gripping me like a fucking vise.

“Fuck!” I exclaim. “You feel so good, like you were meant for me.”

I lean over her, hands on either side of her head, and look into her eyes while my fingers clasp hers.

“I’m going to fuck you baby. I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing, and when you come with my name on your mouth, you’ll realize what I’ve known from the start,” I promise her. “That you’ve always been mine.”

I push almost fully out of her before thrusting back in. The scream she lets out makes me feel more alive than I’ve felt in what feels like forever.

My hips punch into her, slow at first and picking up speed gradually until I’m full on slamming into her with each thrust, dragging out breathless moans, cries, and screams from her mouth.

“Oh god!” she cries, clawing at my skin. “Raffaele!”

“That’s right. Who is fucking this tight pussy?”

“You,” she pants. “It’s you.”

“Who is this pussy wet for?”

Tears slide out of the corners of her eyes. “You, you, you,” she chants as I continue to pound into her, shifting every few thrusts to slam against her G-spot.

I cup one breast, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

“Keeping my hands off of you has been close to impossible,” I tell her. “Almost as impossible as our relationship.”

“Please!”

She begs so beautifully. It makes me want to offer her the world on a golden platter. Pleasure tingles through me, causing the hairs on my body to stand on end. I can feel how full my balls are, and I have to grit my teeth to stave off my orgasm. Not until she comes.

I press my palm down on her lower belly, and my next thrust makes her eyes roll to the back of her head.

“Yes, oh fuck. Don’t stop. Don’t stop!” she mumbles as I continue to pound her into the bed like a sex-starved beast.

“You’re mine!” I snap, dragging my hand down to the top of her mound. I start drawing tight circles over her sensitive bud, her body almost flying off the bed at the first touch. I flick my fingers over her clit, dragging her juices over it, over and over.

“Come for me, Giulia.”

With a scream of my name, she begins to come, her pussy clenching tight around me. It’s more than I can bear, and my hips stutter to a stop, pleasure shooting down my spine. The world around me fades into tiny pinpricks of light as I come, hips jerking without rhythm as I empty inside her.

A sense of peace washes over me, and I take a deep breath. It feels like I’ve been drifting forever, and inside her now, I’m finally home.

After, when her body is limp beneath me and my come is leaking out of her, I catch her wrist, sliding the cufflink into her palm.

“Keep it,” I whisper, lips at her ear. “You’ll wear it at our wedding.”

Her breath shudders, and she doesn’t argue. She just closes her fingers around it, like she knew this was always where we’d end up.