Page 22 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Don

"Careful, Gabriella. You might get more than you bargained for."

I leaned forward, my lips brushing his ear. "Or you might." My teeth grazed his earlobe. “Live a little, Don Calabresi.”

The next instant, he backed me against his desk. “Is that what you do? Live a little?”

“Oh, no. I live a lot. Usually, it’s hot air ballooning in New Mexico or skiing in the Alps or looking for faeries in Scotland.”

“So you don’t fuck random men for adventure.” He lifted me onto the desk, his hands sliding up my thighs. My breath caught as his fingers grazed the lace edge of my underwear.

“No. Although you’ll be disappointed if you’re expecting a virgin. Truth be told, I’ve never tried to seduce a man before.”

“I don’t imagine you have to.” He sucked on my lower lip. “Why do I have the honor?”

“You intrigue me. You have for years.” I worked to undo his belt, eager to see all of him. "Wondered what it would take to crack that famous control of yours."

His kiss was bruising as his hand tangled in my hair, forcing a long, feral moan from me.

"Quiet," he commanded, "Unless you want everyone to hear what I'm doing to Antonio Monti's daughter."

The danger of discovery excited me more.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer as I pushed his jacket from his shoulders.

He unzipped my dress and sucked my nipples ravenously.

I could feel it down to my core.

His fingers found my folds, my body rocking as he brought me closer and closer to bliss.

He pulled his finger away, bringing it to his mouth and sucking it.

“So fucking good.” He grabbed a condom, ripping it open and rolling it on. He tore away my panties. “Tell me you want this.”

“Are you hesitating, Don Calabresi?” God, I was dying for want of him, wanting to see him lose control.

He plunged into me so hard, I gasped and gripped his shoulders to keep from flying away.

The desk creaked beneath us as he drove into me.

The controlled Don Calabresi was lost to me.

At my mercy. I’d never felt so feminine and powerful in my life.

I matched the intensity of his movements with my own. My head fell back, lips parted as he brought me higher and higher, promising me exquisite pleasure.

"Look at me," he demanded.

I lifted my gaze to his.

He plunged in, ground against me, and the sweetest pleasure rushed through me.

I cried out and when I did, he let go, his own release consuming him.

It was supposed to be just that one time, but somehow, it wasn’t. Not until I learned that Marco wasn’t the man I thought he was.

I let out a frustrated growl, feeling so stupid for letting myself get taken in by him.

For thinking there was more to him than just a callous Don.