Page 53 of Broken Mafia Prince (His to Break #1)

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“ I was starting to think you’d found the bodies in my closet and run for the hills,” I say as soon as Giulia appears at the door of my bedroom.

She rolls her eyes, grinning. “I was giving the dog peanuts so he’ll like me more than he likes you.”

I narrow my eyes playfully, ignoring the way my cock jerks as I watch her shrug off my shirt and make her way back to the bed, breasts bouncing.

“So you’re playing the long game, with the end result being Marty?”

“Duh.” She crawls on the bed until she’s kneeling between my parted knees. Her eyes roam over me, starting from my mouth to my erection, where they light up with interest.

“See something you like, baby?”

“I like a lot of things that I’m seeing.” Hazel eyes meet mine. “I have no idea where to start.”

I cross my hands behind my head and recline into the giant headboard of the bed. “We have all the time in the world for you to make as many starts as you want.”

Giulia stills, her expression going from playful to serious in the blink of an eye. “Do we really have an endless amount of time?”

I reach out and clutch her jaw, keeping her eyes locked on mine. “Yes, we do. I’ll move heaven and earth to make sure that this isn’t a one-off. This thing is going to work.” As a matter of fact, I’ve already put in some work to bring her here.

What will she think of me when she finds out what I’ve done? Will the desire in her eyes turn to disgust, fury? Will she see it as manipulation? Maybe it was a tiny bit manipulative, but I wasn’t just going to twiddle my thumbs and wait for her to come to her senses.

All I did was give her the push she needed to go for what she wants. And what she’s always wanted is me. I merely fast-forwarded what would have happened eventually. Does that make me the bad guy? I don’t think so.

I snap into action, wrapping one hand around her slender throat and rolling us until she’s on her back beneath me. Her eyes widen, pupils blowing out with lust, but she doesn’t try to escape my hold.

As if I’m not hard enough, more blood rushes down to my cock at the level of trust.

I drag my mouth across hers, and she makes a little frustrated sound at the back of her throat when I don’t deepen the kiss. Her body is vibrating with want already, and I can smell her arousal.

“Are you going to kiss me or just mess around?” She grins.

“There’s something you need to know first.”

“Oh no, don’t tell me,” she mock gasps, dramatically clutching her chest. “The dog’s name isn’t Marty, after all? Or worse, is it even a dog? Did you just dress up a donkey to impress me?”

I can’t help but grin, the corners of my mouth curling up. “I have a feeling you’d be impressed by a donkey, too.”

A laugh bursts from her lips, her eyes sparkling. “And you’d be right.”

“Now I’m worried you’re going to turn my apartment into a zoo,” I joke, but honestly, the thought doesn’t sound too bad.

“What were you going to tell me?” She raises an eyebrow, her playful expression softening into one of curiosity.

Here goes nothing. “Right after I left the park, I went on a little… mission.”

She tenses, her eyes searching mine. “What does that mean? What kind of mission? Are you hurt? If this is gonna be one of those ‘what I do is dangerous and sometimes I hurt people’ talks?—”

I press my thumb gently to her mouth, then slide it over her lower lip, silencing her. She parts her lips instantly, and I slip my finger inside. She doesn’t hesitate to close her mouth around it, her eyes peeking up at me through her lowered lashes.

Ripping this off like a band-aid might just be the smartest move here. “I paid Alessandro Ferrara a visit.”

“Of course you did,” she mutters, dropping her head into her hands.

I shake my head, refusing to refer to that spineless bastard as her ex.

“And…”

“Wait, there’s more?!”

“I may have… offered him money to disappear.”

She drops her face into her hands with a dramatic sigh. “Please, tell me that’s all you did.”

“Well… maybe I did kind of threaten him, with my gun, and his family, and some choice words, but that’s beside the point.”

She rolls her eyes. “Okay…”

“Not that he had much of a choice. Teaming up with the Montanaris would’ve been suicide, and Alessandro was smart enough to see it.

Once I laid out the consequences—losing markets, the docks, and eventually his family—he hesitated, weighing his options.

But in the end, he reconsidered. Besides, he already knew.

His family had regrets about the deal, realizing just how powerful the Gagliardis are.

Offering to refund the money his family spent securing the marriage to you was the cherry on top.

To be honest, I wish he had agreed faster.

It took me some time to persuade him, especially to leave without ever seeing you again.

But it was better that way. It saved us from a war that would have ended with his family being wiped out into oblivion.

You’re mine, baby, and I wasn’t about to stand outside and let you marry someone else. ”

Her eyes widen, clearly not expecting that. I’m not done yet.

“I’ll never let anything keep us apart. I don’t care if I have to empty every bank account I’ve got, or even scrape together the last quarter from my drawer, I’ll give it all up if it means keeping you.”

“Y-you—” She stumbles over her words, clearly at a loss.

“I don’t regret it.” I make sure she hears me loud and clear. “If he had turned down my offer, I wouldn’t have hesitated. Bullet in his head. No second thoughts about the war that would’ve started.”

She giggles. “You’re crazy.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You’re not mad?”

She moves in, shaking her head. “I think it’s really sweet what you did.” Her eyes soften, and there’s something in them that melts me. “I’ve had a lot of people say they’d do anything for me, but I’ve always known it was just talk. But you? You’ll actually do anything for me. Anything to have me?”

“You’re mine,” I say, my voice low and possessive. “Say it.”

She grins. “You’re mine.”

I tighten my hand around her neck, eyes narrowing just a bit, issuing a silent warning. “Giulia.”

“I’m yours.”

“Good girl.”

With my other hand, I reach across the bed for the box of condoms on the nightstand and grab one.

I intend on going through a significant amount before the night is over.

I can’t wait for the day I can fill her up without anything between us, but for now, with our lives so unstable, a baby wouldn’t be fair to anyone.

I don’t want to put Giulia in a situation where she even brings up the idea of getting rid of a child we create together.

When she eventually gets pregnant, I want it to be something we both welcome with open arms. By then, we won’t have the Echelon Syndicate still hunting for us like animals, and I’ll have found a way to put a stop to the war between our families.

Even thinking of it sounds impossible. How am I single-handedly going to stop a war that I don’t know the cause of? It’s been so ingrained in me to hate the Montanaris that even thinking of Giulia sometimes feels like treachery.

All thoughts of our family feud go flying out the window when I look at the woman beneath me. This is where she belongs, in my bed with her lush hair spread over my pillows, back arched, offering me her hard nipples, eyes drowsy with desire, and pussy soaked for me.

I slip the condom on and position myself at her slippery entrance, dragging my flushed head through her slit until it taps against her clit.

She moans, spreading her legs wider for me. I grab her legs, toss them over my shoulders, and push into her. She bites down on her lower lip as I bury myself to the hilt. Fucking hell, it feels even better than the first time. The way her wet heat grips me is unreal.

It’s a struggle not to come just a few seconds inside her. I have to pause a moment and squeeze my eyes shut, trying and failing to not think about how amazing she feels.

“Fuck me, Raff,” she cries. “Please! I need you so bad.”

“You have me, baby,” I tell her, pushing my hips back. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You,” she breathes.

“Louder.”

“You!” she screams.

“That’s right.” I cover one of her breasts with my hand, kneading it. “Not Alessandro, and not any other fucker out there.”

I thrust into her, and she screams again. I begin to move inside her.

“Harder, oh god. Fuck me harder.”

I oblige, moving my hips faster and faster. She meets me thrust for thrust, grinding down on my cock, chasing her pleasure. I hold myself over her with one arm and press my mouth down on hers again, swallowing all her cries, screams, mewls, and moans.

At the same time, I pluck at her hard nipples, switching between breasts to lavish them with equal attention.

The way Giulia responds to me is a thing of beauty.

There’s nothing feigned or muted about how she arches into me, how the black of her pupils bleeds into the mesh of colors in her eyes, the desperate sounds she makes, how vocal she is about how she wants it.

All of it only serves to make my blood sizzle in my veins.

She destroys all my self-control, turns me into a primitive animal with no other thought but the need to own.

“Fuck Raff, you feel so good,” she groans, clawing at my back and clinging to me.

“Come for me, Giulia.” I press the heel of my palm down against her clit. She lets out a low sound, and then she’s coming, body vibrating with the force of her orgasms. I feel my own pleasure gather at the base of my spine, and I join her a moment later.

I pull out of her and tie off the condom before tossing it into the nearby trash can. I gather her into my arms, rearranging us until she’s sprawled over me, half asleep already. I press a kiss to the top of her head while sweat dries on our bodies.

“I wish it could be like this every day,” she sighs.

“It can.”