Page 78 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Don

“Yes… more.” Her breath comes in short, desperate gasps against my ear.

She's so responsive, so perfect in my arms.

When she comes, she cries out my name like a prayer.

The sound undoes me completely.

I rip my towel away and guide her over me. She sinks down, creating exquisite friction that threatens what little control I have left.

I need this… need her like I need air to breathe.

It fucking terrifies me. I’ve faced death many times, but nothing has scared me as much as Gabriella’s power over me.

This woman can bring me to my knees and I’m helpless to stop it.

14

GABRIELLA

I admit I walked into this sauna wearing nothing but a towel, but I didn’t walk in with the intention of having sex.

I barged in to give Marco a piece of my mind for leaving me behind at the winter festival.

And I did.

And somehow, I’m now wrapped in his arms, our bodies moving together.

God, he feels so good.

Marco is a cool, aloof man, but like this, he’s warm and responsive. This is the only time he lets go and gives in to the pleasures of life.

That's the tragedy of Marco Calabresi.

He’s convinced himself that feeling nothing is safer than feeling everything. He holds back, contains, controls except in these moments when his body betrays him and shows me glimpses of the man hiding beneath all that armor.

"Marco," I whisper against his neck as he moves inside me, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me, supporting me.

His breath catches as I shift my weight, taking him deeper. His eyes are different now, alive with a rawness he never allows himself to show.

His fingers tangle in my hair as he pulls me down for another kiss, hot and passionate. I moan at the taste of him.

I grip his shoulders as I ride him, savoring the feel of him inside me again.

I’m not foolish enough to think this changes anything. He won’t change his mind about me, about being open to seeing where this intense relationship could go.

At this moment, I don’t care.

The heat from the sauna intensifies everything.

Our skin is slick with sweat, his hands gripping my thighs as I move above him.

Marco's eyes lock on mine, unguarded in a way that makes my heart swell with emotion.

“More…” I breathe, bracing my hands against his broad shoulders, picking up my pace as I chase my orgasm.

His response is a low growl. “Fuck me faster.”

He dips his head, lightly biting my nipple.