Page 67 of Texting My Mafia Boss

“Then I’m taking you like a fucking brute,” he snarls.

He spins me around and pulls down my shorts. I bend over, gasping, heart thundering through my whole body. My pussy is aching and dripping, even as there’s a tingle inside telling me it’stoo soon, he’s too big. But our physical passion is unstoppable. We can’t stop.

He hooks one hand between my stomach and my hip, then uses the other to guide his thick cock to my entrance. I’m shuddering, shocked at how fast we can be ready. Weeks of waiting, watching, weeks ofalmostand now we’re insatiable.

“Fast, Ettore,” I pant.

“Be careful with that. I can’t go all the way.”

I look at him over my shoulder. “What do you mean, all the way?”

“I have to hold something back, or I’ll break you.”

I bite my lip, wondering if he’s right. And also thinking,Fuck that. I’m up to the challenge. My core pulses at his words.

“Don’t tell me what I’m capable of,” I hiss. “Do what you’re told, and fuck me,fuck me hard and fast.”

He thrust inside me, fucking me so hard I almost fall to the ground. But then he catches me and pulls me against him again. The night air fills with theslap-slap-slapof his hips thundering against my ass. His balls slap my clit exquisitely, and my pussy suddenly doesn’t feel anywhere near as sore as it should.

We both bite down, stopping ourselves from howling into the night. He makes hungry grunting noises through gritted teeth. I gasp and swallow my screams as a hot ball of fire starts expanding inside. The tip of his cock hits my sweet spot with ruthless repetition.

I know I won’t be walking right tomorrow, but I don’t care. Not now. We’re fused in the darkness. A team, finally.

“Fucking—take—it,” he groans.

“Yes, yes,” I whisper, bouncing with him.

He squeezes my hips harder, probably leaving handprints. He’s right. As he thrusts faster, I think this madman might break me. But the furious fucking makes me so hot too. Makes me feel powerful. I thrust back against him, and he gasps.

“The way that ass jiggles.”

“Jiggles?” I moan.

He grabs my ass, massaging it. “It’s a fucking good thing. Thick and beautiful.”

“Oh—God.”

“Take me home, baby. Fuck yourself on my dick.”

He stops moving. I push back against him, then fall forward, trusting him to catch me. Then I push back again. I can feel how close he is by how tense his body is. I keep going, twisting to look at him. He’s staring at me like I’m a masterpiece.

When I see his face change to one of complete release, my orgasm grips me. I gasp, taken by surprise. I didn’t think I was going to come. I thought this was just for him. But now I’m clenching around his cock, my legs turning to Jell-O, toes curling in the grass.

He collapses forward, wrapping his arm around me, massaging my tits as he empties himself inside me. I forgot! It’s too late to tell him to do it somewhere else. And as the aftershocks of the orgasm tremble through me, I realize I don’t even care.

“Stay with me tonight,” he whispers in my ear, kissing my neck.

“That’s risky. If Sylvie sees…”

“Stay with me,” he says again. “I’ll set an alarm for an hour or two before she gets up. But stay with me. Don’t make me ask again.”

“Maybe I want to hear you beg,” I whisper, shifting against him, his wilting cock still inside of me.

“You’re the only person in the world who could make me beg, Mara,” he says huskily. “Please stay with me. Only me. Just me.”

We dress again. When he sees me walking awkwardly, he laughs knowingly and scoops me into his arms. He carries me through the house. It’s risky, but it’s so comfortable being in his strong arms. He carries me into his bedroom and lays me down, then climbs into bed next to me and pulls me in for a hug.

As I place my head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, I think I finally fully understand what he means by walking the line between light and dark.