Page 95 of Vows of a Mobster

He nodded, his piercing eyes on me. I wasn’t sure if he was making me more nervous or hot for him. My body hummed with need. I had to resist the urge to sit on his lap and feel his ruthless strength around me. The same thing I feared about him, I also craved it. Was it possible to desire someone you feared? It seemed counterintuitive to me.

“Brianna, I know this is not exactly what you’re used to. But I promise you, your safety and your daughter’s safety will always be my first priority.” Was it madness that I actually believed him? This confirmed Marissa’s words about her cousin from earlier today. If I was pregnant with his child, nobody would do a better job at keeping us safe at all costs. “Please consider having Emma stay at my place. Marissa and Daphne can stay with us too if that makes it easier. I’ll have my men watch your house to keep them safe but it would make me feel better if she was here with us.”

Despite it all, his words of reassurance made me feel safe for Emma and me. Although I had to wonder if I lost my mind and reason around this man. My fear slowly dissipated to be replaced by embers of desire.

“I believe you,” I rasped softly. God, my body craved him so much it was unreal. From the moment I stepped into the restaurant and found his burning gaze on me, my body slowly unravelled for him.

His hands grabbed my waist and effortlessly lifted me, placing me onto his lap. I placed my hands on his shoulders, holding on to him.

“Do you trust me, Bellissima?” he asked, his lips against my neck. My skin burned everywhere his mouth trailed.

“Mmmm.” I gripped his shoulder, desperate for more.

“Tell me,” he demanded and I grappled to understand what he wanted me to tell him. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “I trust you.”

I trusted him, but what I questioned was whether it was smart. He was one of the most dangerous men I had ever known. Today I got a glimpse of the real Mateo. It was always there, lingering below the surface but seeing him with Declan made it even more evident. He was dangerous but also fiercely protective. His touch anchored me and the only fear left was whether I’d survive the rest of my life without his touch. Just the thought of never feeling his hands on me filled me with anguish.

His hand pressed against my thigh and it wasn’t enough. I leaned into him, winding my arms around his neck. I wanted his touch, his caress. My body was putty under his. His hand gripped my hip, pressing me tighter against him. I ground myself against him, a drunk feeling coursed through me. He was my euphoria.

He dropped his head down, nibbling on the naked skin on my shoulder.

“You belong with me.” He brushed a kiss to my naked shoulder. “You breathe oxygen into me.”

It was exactly how he made me feel too. He breathed life into me. I wanted to tell him he made me feel alive. I had never felt anything like this before - this consuming passion, desire, and need for another human being.

“Straddle me,” he ordered and my body obeyed immediately. I drew his lips to mine, desperate to taste him as my hands worked on unbuckling his pants, eager for his cock. The harder I tried to keep my walls up, the easier they crumbled around him. His tongue drove into my mouth, clashing against mine and I sucked on it with shameless need.

Through the haze in my brain, I remembered the condom.

“Do we need a condom?” I asked, my tone breathless. He knew what the result could be if we had sex without a condom. So did I.

“No,” he grunted, pushing my dress up around my waist. My thighs around him, and dress bulked around my waist, he pushed my panties to the side and entered me with brutal force, conquering me.

“Mateo,” I cried out his name, clinging to him.

“I missed you all day,” he panted, guiding my hips roughly.

“Yes.” My skin was scorching, matching the embers flowing through my veins. This need for him would never diminish, it only grew stronger with each touch he gave me. I fumbled with the buttons on his vest and shirt, wanting to feel his skin under my fingers.

I leaned forward and kissed his chest, right above his heart. My blood was pumping so hard, all my senses deafened to anything or anyone but him. I rode him, while his fingers dug into my thighs.

“Oh God,” I moaned, holding on to him. I was so close, chasing this pleasure he gave me every time. I was addicted to it, to him. He thrust up underneath me and I met each of his thrusts, needing him as much as he needed me. His length was filling me to the hilt and I still wanted more. He buried his face into my hair, murmuring Italian words in my ear and speeding up his thrusts.

The pleasure burst through me, making me see stars behind my eyelids. My body shook uncontrollably in his arms as he continued to pound into me harder. Heat and adrenaline consumed me, as he growled, buried deep inside me, my pussy clenching hungrily around his cock. He unravelled me, taking me to the highest peaks.

“Oh my God,” I screamed as he pumped his hot seed into me.

At the same time, he cried out my name and we both collapsed against each other. My body trembled as he held me, both of our breathing labored and our skin hot. I couldn’t move and I didn’t want to. His arms held me tight, making me feel safe and warm while I listened to his heavy breathing and pounding heartbeat matching my own.

“You make me lose all control, Bellissima,” he whispered softly into my ear.

God, he was doing all that and worse to me. He made me want to be his. I brushed my fingers through his hair, enjoying its softness. My heart beat tenderly for him already, and it scared me to death that by the time this was all over, it would bleed with the loss of this man.

Thirty-One

Mateo