She shudders, then exhales, voice ragged.
“English or Spanish, please,” she pants.
I nip at her bottom lip, catching the soft flesh between my teeth?—
And then I groan, pressing my mouth to hers, kissing her—losing myself.
Because fuck, losing myself in her is so damn easy.
Something inside me slips. Something important. Something dangerous. It’s like a damn cracking, too much pressure building behind it.
And I know—when it breaks, it won’t just be a flood. It’ll be ruin.
“Anyone who talks shit about you?” My voice drops, low, rough, unyielding.
“They know they’re not good enough for you. They want you to be smaller—just so they can fool themselves into thinking they have a fucking chance,” I growl the words in English, making sure she hears, feels, understands.
Because fuck them.
And fuck anyone who makes her doubt how goddamn perfect she is.
“Says the man pawing at me,” she hisses.
I jerk her shirt off with one hand and drag her bra down with the other. Luisa gasps, then claws my sides hard. I groan with her as I find her nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger.
Her cheeks flush deep red, her hips lifting, drawn to the touch she’s trying to fight. I lean in, my voice steady. “Says the man you want.”
Luisa’s eyes go wide, her breath hitching as I undo the zipper on her shorts and slide my hand inside. Her panties are fucking soaked.
I press the thin cotton between her pussy lips, rubbing slow, controlled strokes until she moans, her hand flying to grip my arm.
“Angelo,” she whimpers, her voice unsteady.
I lean in, my lips just at her ear. “Tell me what you want.”
My fingers tease higher, deeper.
“Admit it.”
She shakes her head, stubborn as ever. Iknow admitting it will be hard, but that’s what I want.
I want her begging—for my touch, my attention, everything she knows only I can give her. She leans forward, pressing her forehead to my throat, her breath warm against my skin.
“You’re driving me insane, Topolina,” I hiss. “Hot and cold.”
Her fingers twitch against my arm, body betraying her even as she fights it.
“If you’re so smart, figure it ...” She sucks in a sharp breath, her words breaking into a moan as I push her panties aside, my calloused fingers gliding over her soft, hot pussy.
I circle her clit, slow at first, teasing, until she’s trembling, her breath coming in uneven gasps. Her hips roll against my hand, chasing the friction.
“Angelo!” she cries, her voice breaking.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” I murmur again, my voice low, coaxing. “And I’ll give it to you.”
Her lips curve into a smirk.
“Don’t mafia men just take it?” she teases.
