Page 118 of Dirty Mafia Sinner

“Thought you were a good girl?”

“Yes?”

She was, perfectly so. Even Don Gallo was smitten. “Luna Gallo have something to say that you’re not sharing?”

“You knew?”

“That the Don Gallo’s principessa is full of shit? Or that my so-called fratello is knee deep in it?”

“She’s a girl with a crush.”

Riley’s gaze softens. And suddenly, my collar burns my neck. Hot, I quickly unbutton my shirt.

“Fuck.”

“Alessandro?”

“What?”

She stares at me unflinching. “I’m going to say it.”

I still. “That’s in the past.”

“Not that—this. I love you, Alessandro.”

My shirt shreds beneath my fingers, and buttons fly everywhere.

“Show me, then, if you can’t say it.”

“Riley …”

My girl flips her skirt. If I wasn’t a tit man, I’d be an ass man. Her tight ass is spank bank material. The stuff of wet dreams.

I’m back in control within seconds.

Hands on her hips, I tug her forward until her legs hang over the chrome grill. For a long time, I just look at her.

She wiggles her bottom, teasing me.

I simply stare.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking a mental picture of the beautiful sight.”

She groans. “Someone might drive by…”

I run a palm across her tight ass. “You want it quick and hard, baby?”

“Please.”

Music to my fucking ears.

Zipper down, I palm my erection, giving my dick a few firm strokes. Anticipation makes my hand shake—it better be anticipation and nothing to do with her earnest declaration. Stepping closer, I bend her knee, getting a better look at her wet pussy.

Once again, my control slips.

I push inside her so fast, I see stars. Instincts take over, and I flex my hips and sink deeper. “So tight, baby.” Then my pace turns frantic, like I can’t get deep enough. Inside her warmth is my favorite place to be.