Page 59 of Broken Mafia Prince (His to Break #1)

RAFFAELE

I count down from one hundred, trying not to come at the feel of her sheathed around me. I don’t know how it’s so different with her, how everything feels so unbelievably good, the pleasures heightened to unmatchable levels.

Christ Almighty. It almost feels too good to be true, like if I take a wrong breath, all of this will disappear, and I don’t just mean the silkiness of her pussy.

“You don’t know how fucking amazing this feels,” I tell her.

She glances over her shoulder, eyes half lidded. “If it feels half as good as you filling me up, then I think I have a good idea.”

My mouth pulls up into a small smile. “That sassy mouth. I think I’m going to fuck it next and shut you up for a while.”

She bats her lashes at me. “I’d love to see you try.”

Laughing, I turn her head back into a hard kiss, licking into her mouth fervently. She kisses me back just as eagerly, making a small, frustrated sound at the back of her throat when I dig my fingers into her hips to stop her movement.

I slant my mouth over hers again and again, ignoring the clear signs of need from her body. Only when she’s trembling with it do I brace my hand against the wall, push my hips back, and then drive home with a mighty thrust, pressing my mouth more firmly over hers to swallow her scream.

I roll my hips and slam back into her again and again. But it’s not enough. I suddenly want to see her face. I know it’s cliché, and I’m probably acting like a lovesick fool. Ask me if I care, though.

She lets out a surprised squeak when I suddenly spin her around, lift her into my arms, push her back against the wall, and slam into her again. Her legs go around my hips, the pointy heels of her shoes bruising my backside. Nothing else matters but her expression of undiluted pleasure.

I kiss her, unable to get enough of her mouth while my hips pick up the rhythm, pushing into her repeatedly.

“Oh god,” she pants, eyes rolling to the back of her head, mouth falling slack. She rolls her hips, grinding down against me and meeting me thrust for thrust.

Sweat slicks down my face and back as I grit my teeth to stave off the orgasm building inside me. Giulia buries her face in my neck, teeth clamping down on me.

“Fuck, baby, I love this pussy so much,” I grunt, fingers tightening on her hips.

“Harder! Fuck me harder!” she cries.

I pause for a second to adjust her higher on the wall. The next time I push into her, her jaw drops open in a soundless scream, eyes going saucer-wide.

“You like that, huh?” My mouth twists up. “You like me taking you out here where anybody can see us, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes.”

“You like being fucked like my little slut?” I growl into her ear. “How my cock sinks into your tight pussy and fucks the soul out of you?”

“Oh, yes. Raff, I love the way you feel inside me.”

“When you’re mine, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to let you out of my bed. I’ll show you every day how mine you are.”

“I’m so c-close, so close.”

I shift my hip so that I’m brushing up against her sensitive clit with my next thrusts. She goes crazy, clawing at my hair, my back, hips bucking without finesse.

“Raffaele!” she cries my name as she begins to come, pussy spasming around me, clamping me tight and in place. A full-body shudder moves through her. I continue to push into her, drawing out her orgasm for as long as I can.

“Raffaele,” she murmurs into my neck.

My name on her mouth in that soft, breathless sigh is what pushes me over the edge. I come with a groan, throwing my head back as the orgasm rushes through me, hips shaking with fast, uneven strokes. I empty my balls into her, feeling like I’m floating.

“Holy fuck, that was amazing,” Giulia sighs. “Let’s do it again.”

I laugh, pulling out of her slowly. She winces as my cock slips out of her, our gazes drawn in unison to where my cum is dripping out of her. I gather the leaking cum and push it back into her. She moans, causing my spent cock to twitch.

When my eyes meet hers, I see that her eyes are dark with desire. I’m about to reach for her again when the sound of someone’s footstep against the cobbled pathway reaches my ear. In a flash, I’ve reached for the sharp dagger tucked into the inside of my suit jacket, when I hear a familiar voice.

“Giulia, are you there?” Isa’s voice calls out.

“Shit, it’s my cousin.” Giulia pushes away from my hold and reaches for her dress. Before her fingers can make contact with it, I snatch it away and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her into one last kiss.

“Are you there?” Isa calls out again.

“Coming,” Giulia responds, shooting me a chiding look. She rips the dress out of my hand and drags it up her legs and over her hips, offering me her back to do her zipper up.

“My hair is a mess,” she whines, trying to smooth it back into something passable. “Everybody is going to take one look at me and know exactly what I’ve been up to.”

She stills, face draining of blood. “Oh god, we didn’t even use a condom.”

“So what?” I ask, amused.

“So what!” she hisses. “That was very irresponsible! I’m going to be leaking you for the rest of the night, but that’s beside the point—you could have just gotten me pregnant.”

In the past, the thought of having a child would have filled me with dread, but as I watch her dissolve into panic, I find that I’m unbothered about it. A little eager for it, maybe.

“We’re getting married,” I point out.

“We aren’t married right now,” she argues.

I lean forward and cup her face. She goes still, staring up at me with big, trusting eyes. “But we’ll be married, and I want to have kids with you. Unless you don’t want to.”

“I want to, but?—”

“Then you have nothing to be worried about. If it happens, we’ll deal with it. Together. That’s the most important part. Okay?”

She nods. “Okay.”

“Good.”

“Not good. I still look a mess.” She shoots me a narrow-eyed glare, pulling out her lipstick from her discarded purse.

I pull my pants up and drag a hand over my hair, smoothing it back in place. The whole time, she stares at me like I’m doing some kind of voodoo. It takes me less than a minute to get myself back into perfect order.

Her face twists up. “I hate you so much.”

I smirk down at her. “Later, baby. I’ll come find you.” I bring my palm down on her delectable behind. Ignoring the flames shooting out of her eyes, I turn and make my way out of the small space.

Isabella looks startled when she sees me. “Oh, you’re here.”

“Hello, Isa.” I nod when I walk past her.

The event is back in full swing, and I’m relieved to see that the families didn’t murder each other when we were gone.

I catch Tommaso’s eyes from across the field, and he shoots me a look before returning to the conversation he’s having.

I know he knows exactly what I’ve been up to, and he doesn’t approve.

It’s a good thing that he answers to me and not the other way around.

“Ah, Raffaele,” someone calls. I glance up to see that it’s one of the older men from another family. Pasting on a smile, I allow him to pull me into a conversation with some of the others about how the younger men are no longer interested in pure coke.

My focus is only half on what the men are saying, the other half… Well, if I’m being honest, more than half is on Giulia, laughing with some of the other women. From the corner of my eye, I can see some assholes watching her and gathering the urge to approach her.

I’m tempted to go over to where she’s standing, wrap my arms around her waist, and growl at any other male like a rabid dog.

I don’t blame them for wanting her, though.

She’s by far the most beautiful woman here, with a body that oozes sensuality and a laugh that could thaw the frostiest heart.

I have no doubt that that asshole Enrico is probably already in discussions to sell her off to another man.

Over my dead body.

“Right, Raffaele?” The sound of my name pulls my attention back to the conversation with the men.

They’re staring at me expectantly, and I have no idea what they’ve been talking about or what I’m being asked. I give a faint nod.

“Exactly.” I raise my glass to my lips, pretending to take a sip. “I’m not a paranoid person, but please, excuse me.”

I slip away before they can rope me into more conversation that I have no interest in. I make my way to a corner from where I have a direct view of Giulia. I chuckle when she takes a sip of her drink, makes a face, and dumps the contents of the glass.

“Something funny, Gagliardi?” a hard voice asks.

I can’t believe I was so distracted watching Giulia that I failed to notice her father stepping up beside me. If he intended to harm me, he’d have succeeded. No wonder my father always says love gets you killed in this world.

I don’t spare him a glance, merely raise my glass in a salute in his direction. “Just glad to be here. In the Montanari estate. Who would have ever thought?”

“Trust me, your presence here is the last thing I want.”

I slant an amused look at him. “And yet here we are.”

“What was that?” he snaps.

A chuckle slips out of my mouth. “A leader who can’t even decide who gets to be under his roof and who doesn’t. Does your family know what a pushover you truly are? Or did you somehow convince them that our presence here is of your own doing?”

I’m aware I’m baiting him, and this can’t end well.

I can see the fury pouring out of him. It’s in his clenched fists, tight jaw, and narrowed eyes.

I don’t want to get in a fight with my fiancée’s father.

Cutting all ties neatly when we disappear is the plan, but I can’t help but want to break the bastard’s nose for trying to sell off his only kid.

He chuckles. “Forget my family. Do you know that your men are counting down the seconds until Edoardo is back in the seat?” His mouth turns down at the corners in the semblance of pity.

“The heir who nobody wants. You are weak, incompetent, and, let’s face it, deep inside, you’ll always be that scarred little boy. ”

If he thinks bringing up the scar will make me cry, he better think again. I shrug. “Aren’t you glad about that—that I’m so incompetent that I’ve managed not to sink your entire legacy six feet under?”

His jaw grinds together, fire spitting from his eyes. I laugh and give him another salute. “Nice talking with you, Enrico.”

“You’re a disgrace to your father’s legacy,” he sneers as I turn to walk away. “But then again, it’s becoming common for kids these days to disappoint, just like my own daughter.”

I still, rage bubbling up the surface. There are so many ways to kill a man, but as I stare at the older man before me, the only thing that comes to mind is putting a bullet through his mouth and shutting him up forever. I can’t believe Giulia wastes even a second of her day worrying about him.

“She—”

“I’d be careful about the next words that come out of your mouth if I were you,” I snap.

Confusion washes over his expression and he cocks his head, staring at me like I’ve gone crazy.

I can’t help but glance over at her when she lets out another bark of laughter. The sound calms the sudden violence that thrums within me, the tension in my shoulders easing slowly.

“What kind of bastard talks about and treats his own daughter like she’s a piece of gum?” I snarl at him. “I don’t care if the Montanaris are all a bunch of wild animals in the zoo, but we don’t talk about women with derision.”

“I’ll talk about her how I like.”

Without saying another word to him—knowing that if he opens his mouth and talks about Giulia in any way that doesn’t make it clear she’s the loveliest, kindest, most perfect woman on the planet, I’ll be driven to put a hole in his head—I turn and walk away.

I don’t want to start my marriage with the blood of my soon-to-be father-in-law on my hands. As I walk away from him and the house entirely, the sound of her laughter echoes behind me, filling me with a lightness like helium.