Page 33 of Single Mom’s Mafia Daddies (The Forbidden Reverse Harem Collection #22)

ALESSIO

A sense of rightness washed over me. This was what I’d been fighting for, what I was willing to die for. My last time with Lila had been rough and desperate. I’d been trying to prove a point by commanding her in hopes of regaining the control she took from me without even trying.

I fanned my fingers through her long hair and kissed her again. Her lips molded to mine and encouraged me to continue, to deepen the kiss and take advantage of the gift she offered me.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” Lila’s fingertips ran up and down my spine in a familiar gesture from our past. She felt each ridge of muscle and explored every scar, lingering when she found a new one.

I hummed into her ear and nibbled her earlobe. “Can it wait?”

“I think you’ve waited long enough.” She chuckled against the curve of my neck when I growled. “Don’t worry, this is news you want to hear.”

“Sounds ominous.” I continued to nip and bite my way along her neck and across her shoulder. The neck of the thin t-shirt had stretched out to reveal her smooth skin. It fascinated me how she reacted to a simple kiss on her collarbone.

“Leo’s your son.” She leaned her head back to stare into my eyes.

A beat of betrayal lanced through me, followed by understanding and relief. She’d wanted to protect him, and I hadn’t done a damned thing to give her confidence in my abilities as a father. “I’d come to that conclusion.” I cupped the back of her head in one hand. “Thank you for telling me.”

“You’re not mad?” Confusion blanked her eyes and drew her lips into a pucker.

I kissed it away and gave her a smile. I had been, but it didn’t matter anymore. “Not at all. If you were hoping to distract me, it’s not going to work.”

“Why would I want to distract you?” She grimaced when she looked down at my bruises. “Maybe we should wait.”

“Not happening.” I dragged her over my erection and groaned as the pressure built.

Lila’s sultry laugh trickled out. “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t offer when you can’t breathe later.”

“I don’t need to breathe.” I slid her shirt over her head, my gaze skimming her body and its lush curves. “I need you.”

“You have me.” She shimmied out of her shorts and stood in front of me in her underwear.

The sight of her, willing and bare to her skin, drove me forward.

I kicked off my pants—hiding the wince from the pull in my ribs—and picked her up, carrying her to the bed.

She dragged her nails up and down my spine in the way she knew I loved and buried her face in the crook of my neck.

We fell together in bed, with me landing carefully on top of her.

She pushed at my chest, but I held her there with my weight.

“You’re going to hurt yourself. Let me.” She pushed again.

I settled between her thighs and nudged her legs apart. “I’m fine, Lila. This is what I want.” I slid a finger beneath her panties. “You’re so damned hot.”

Her head fell back, her eyes drifting closed when I pumped a finger into her and sucked a nipple between my teeth. I’d loved her in every position possible, but this had to be one of my favorites. She melted into my touch, her body accepting and more willing than I’d ever seen her.

“You made the fire.” She dug her nails into my hips and pulled me closer. “Now you have to put it out.”

I raised my head from her breast. “I will…eventually.” I relished the chance to love her slowly.

“Alessio.” She huffed a laugh that was part groan and rode my fingers.

I added a second and buried them to my palm, curling upward to reach that spot that I’d learned drove her wild. She bucked with a low curse and wrapped a hand around my cock. Her stroking matched my rhythm, bringing us closer than ever.

I leaned onto one arm and ground my hips into her.

“Fuck, Alessio.” Her lips spoke my name with a loving caress. “Get your damned cock inside me.”

“Not yet.” I kissed the side of her neck. “You’re quite feral when you’re horny.”

“Feral?” She raised her head and tightened her grip on my cock. “I’ll show you feral.” A hard stroke all the way to my balls caused my stomach to clench.

Pain scored my body from every side. I ignored it and laughed while increasing my pace. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of that.” I added a third finger. “Come for me, baby.”

Her body gave itself over to my command, her release squeezing my fingers as her walls tensed. “Why does that always work?” she panted, her pussy still shuddering. “I hate that you get me off so easily.”

“Do you?” I pulled my fingers out and dragged her panties off, throwing them over my shoulder. “Seems like you enjoy it.”

“You’re a bastard.” She sighed when I let more of my weight settle on her body and pierced her pussy with my cock.

I took my time entering her, making the pleasurable pain build until sweat beaded on my forehead and the muscles in my entire body spasmed.

Lila rocked her hips, her hands continuing their slow roam across my back and ass. She pinched one cheek, then slapped it lightly, giggling when I withdrew.

“Where do you think you’re going?” She locked her legs around my waist and wiggled her hips. “Get back where you belong.”

“Giving me orders now?” I clicked my tongue while sliding back inside. I’d never get tired of the sensation no matter how long I lived or how often we fucked.

She answered me with a tilt of her hips that drove my cock deep.

I lifted my weight from her and rested it on my palms. My arms framed her face, her hair feathered around her head in a halo that glittered in the lamplight. I slid in and out of her in a slow, steady pulsing, taking my cock away and giving it back in its entirety with every stroke.

Her legs tightened around my waist then released.

Before I realized her intentions, she pulled her knees wide and opened herself to me.

My gaze snagged on the sight of my cock pumping in and out of her pussy.

The wet sound of her arousal meeting my firm dick spurred me faster.

I lost myself in the feel of her, the desperation of her pants, and the slow build of pleasure tingling on the back of my neck.

A shudder shook her body, and she cried out my name in a breathy voice.

I followed her over the edge without hesitation, my full weight dropping to pin her to the bed.

Pain seared through my chest, but it didn’t matter when her ankles hooked over the backs of my knees and held me in place.

Our bodies shook together as our orgasms faded, and we were left with sore muscles and goofy grins.

I rolled to the side and pulled her along with me so we were face to face.

Sleep threatened to drag me down, but I took my time appreciating the woman in my arms. A question burned the back of my mind.

I hesitated to ask now, so soon after we’d made love.

It cheapened the experience and made me sound like a bastard.

I’d find the right time to ask, I just knew it wasn’t now.

“I should check on Leo.” Lila raised her head and looked around the room. “You don’t have a clock in here?”

“Don’t need one.” I tapped my wrist where the silver Rolex rested and showed it to Lila.

She harrumphed and sat up. “When Matteo told me this was your room, I expected it to look like your room upstairs. This is nothing like that.”

I eyed the spartan furniture and walls with only two paintings, both of which I’d acquired from the Russo syndicate several years ago.

Matteo’s family—opportunistic bastards that they were—held a large portion of valuables.

They’d allowed me to purchase these two paintings after a tense meeting where Matteo’s future was discussed and decided.

They chose to let him stay with me, but only if he cut all ties with the Russo syndicate, alienating him from his family.

He’d chosen me over them and hadn’t spoken to them since.

When I asked him why, he’d said it was because he hated being caught in the middle but never having the power to help either side. The Russo motto of brokering deals between syndicates and exploiting weaknesses for profit went against his loyalty and drive to see the good guys win.

A thud bounced off the door, followed by Matteo’s laughter. “Dinner’s ready. You two come on out.”