Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Even though I'm not a small girl, I feel small with him draped over me like this. It's as if the rest of the world ceased to exist the moment he touched me. All that's left is him and us.
He reaches around me, sliding his hand down my stomach. My breath grows choppy, my skin hot. I quiver in anticipation, already aching to go over.
"Bellissima," he whispers in my ear, tonguing the shell of it. "Bellissima."
I cry out when his thumb touches my clit. He rubs in slow circles, rocking his hips at the same time so his cock glides through my drenched folds. He keeps his body pressed to mine, keeping me draped over the back of the couch. His lips and tongue wreak havoc on me, seeking out every sensitive place on my throat.
Something, some instinct or desire to make him feel even half of what he's making me feel, has me pressing my legs together, forcing him to push his erection through a tighter space.
He growls my name, nipping my throat. "You want to wear my cum today, tesoro?"
"M-maybe."
He nips me again. "Then work your hips for me, Amalia. Move with me."
It takes me a minute to work out the rhythm, but when I do, we move together, rocking into each other, sliding against one another. He kisses all over my neck, groaning encouragement in my ear. His hand between my legs drives me crazy, and then crazier.
I writhe beneath him, squirming in agonized bliss. It's beyond perfect. I'm a little afraid to know how much better it can possibly get. Because he's not even inside me and I'm already addicted. How am I going to survive it when he finally is inside me?
"Rafe," I moan. "I'm…I'm…" I grip his free hand, squeezing as the orgasm starts to wash through me.
"Come," he growls in my ear. "Drip all over my cock, Amalia. Mark it as yours, mi reinita."
I cry out his name, slumping over as it hits. The room falls out of focus. Fireworks dance behind my eyes, lighting my world up in vivid, blinding color.
Rafe grips my hip. He rocks against me, his erection bumping against my clit in steady taps that send tremors through my entire body. He curses and grunts, and then falls still.
"Amalia." My stomach bottoms out, an aftershock blowing through me as he rasps my name, his voice rough and gritty. He shudders, and then his erection jerks. Wetness spills between my legs. No, not wetness. Him.
He releases again and again, warm ropes of his cum spilling across my center and inner thighs. It drips down my legs onto the sofa, making a mess. It's beautiful.
He's right. This is heaven.
"Mi reinita," he breathes, falling forward. His body pins mine to the couch. His lips touch the side of my neck in a reverent kiss. "God. You light my world up with color and bring me to life."
"Rafe," I whisper. "I–"
Loud footsteps cut me off.
Rafe tenses, shifting to block me from view. "Get the fuck out," he snarls. There isn't a trace of the sweet man who just told me that I light up his world and bring him to life. The devil is back, as cold and ruthless as ever. And yet he still holds me tenderly, as if I'm priceless.
"Sorry, boss," Mattia says apologetically from behind us. "But there's a situation."
"Mafankulo."
"Genovese wants a sit-down."
"I'll be out in a minute."
Mattia's footsteps retreat. A moment later, the door closes with a soft click.
"You're having dinner with me tonight," Rafe says a moment later.
"Is that a command?"
"With you? Never, tesoro," he promises, pressing a kiss to my temple. "It’s a plea."
"In that case, I suppose I'll have dinner with you," I say, smiling to myself.
He chuckles and then regretfully peels himself off me. A moment later, he smooths my skirt down over my ass, and then cranes my head back. "Go straight upstairs and put on clean panties, Amalia."
I don't have to ask to know this is an order. Nor am I crazy enough to argue. It's not my life at risk if I defy him. It's every man in this house who will pay the price of my defiance. I see the truth glittering in his eyes.
He is who he is…and I think part of him hates himself for it.
God. This beautiful, broken man.
No one told me that the real enemy here would be my own heart. And I'm pretty sure it already fell right into his hands.
Chapter Five
Rafe
Tommaso Genovese is old school Mafioso, a gangster from an era that ended before the internet was little more than a pipe dream, let alone a reality. People assume that makes him less dangerous. They're wrong. Tommaso had a thirst for power and a taste for blood before my father was out of diapers. He’s a viper, as quick and merciless at seventy as he was at thirty-five.