Page 66 of Niccolo (Mafia Kings #7)

Niccolo

B eing inside Sofia with nothing between us…

Madonn.

She was absolutely delicious.

The most sensual delight I’d ever felt in my life.

But more than that… it was her eyes.

While I was entering her, she looked at me with a combination of innocence and wonder.

During all our interactions before – at the wedding, down on the casino floor – there was this hard-nosed quality to her. Sarcasm, cynicism, worldliness.

While I found it entertaining in a verbal duel, I wasn’t sure I would enjoy it during sex.

But when we were naked…

Our bodies pressed against each other, skin to skin…

It was like she was a different person.

Trusting.

Open.

All emotional armor cast aside…

So that I could see the woman she truly was and not the facade she presented to the world.

Ordinarily, she was like me: ‘playing Roberto’ as she put on a show to protect herself.

But now, in that moment…

She allowed herself to be vulnerable, whether she realized it or not.

And I loved it.

Not because of the reasons I normally would have –

To take advantage. To manipulate. To twist things to my advantage.

No – I loved her reaction because it was pure…

And sweet…

And wonderful.