Page 87 of Dark Breaker

I move slowly at first, making love, grinding my pubic bone into her clit, then slowly increase my pace until I’m pounding her.

She rakes her nails along my back. “Fuck me Fabio! Fuck me!”

I pound ever faster. Harder. The whole bed is rocking bad and forth. I try to grab one of her jiggling breasts with my hand, but miss it twice before catching the rock-hard nipple. I pinch and tease it, then plant my elbow on the bed beside her to lean forward and claim her lips in a kiss.

“You’re mine,” I tell her. “Fucking mine.”

She smiles sensually, and gives me a sly look before licking my lips. “You’re mine as well.”

I mash my mouth against hers and slide my tongue inside. She entwines her tongue with my own, and we keep kissing, so passionately. I groan, loving how she tastes, loving everything about her. She smells so good. I don’t know what kind of perfume she’s wearing today, but it’s intoxicating.

I wanted to punish her. Wanted to make her beg for release. But I can’t do it. I want release just as badly as her tonight. Ineedit.

We climax together and as her cunt clenches around my cock, I unleash my load inside her.

I slide off, collapsing next to her, and she snuggles against me. I wrap my arm beneath her body and pull her against me.

“Are you really going to help Roberto?” she asks, looking into my eyes.

There’s such sincere hope in her gaze. I can’t let her down.

“Of course,” I tell her. I study her a moment. “Why did you ask Massimo to kill the Jackal?”

She turns away and stares at the ceiling. “I know it’s wrong to want such a thing. But I… I felt that… there might be a chance for us, if he was dead. A chance you might… open up. Let yourself care for me.”

“I do care for you,” I tell her. “As I would care for a friend.”

“Yes,” she says bitterly. “A friend you like to fuck.”

I sigh. “Rosa. We’ve been through this.”

“We have,” she says petulantly. “But you asked me why I went to Massimo, so I told you the truth.”

I pause to consider her words. “You know, if he listened to you and somehow found a way to kill the Jackal, there’s a good chance there would be war between your family and the remaining Tunisians, right? At least if they killed him, and him alone.”

She nods. “Yes.”

I hold her gaze. “You also know your brothers lives would be at stake…”

She smiles wanly, and I see the tears glisten in her eyes. She doesn’t answer.

I hold a hand against her cheek. “If I wasn’t mafioso… if I was a normal man, I would have loved you with all my heart. But I’m not that man. I can’t love. I’m sorry.”

She takes my hand and shoves it aside. She turns away.

I’ve said the wrong thing yet again. Still, everything I told her is true. Hopefully she’ll understand that one day. I can’t love. There’s no room in my heart.

Or so I keep telling myself. Why? To keep myself from falling from her.

Maybe I should give her a chance.

Maybe I should givemyselfa chance.

That’s the last thought on my mind as I drift away.

* * *

I wakeup to the buzzing of my phone and glance at the digital clock next to the bed. It’s a little after ten at night—I only slept a couple of hours.