Page 60 of The Mafia’s Girlfriend

Tugging at his shirt, I grew bolder and more impatient to make this happen. That if we didn’t hurry, the moment would be taken from us. That the opportunity would disappear.

Now that I’d surrendered to wanting him like this, I refused to retreat. This was happening as I wanted it to. I’d be giving up my virginity for Luke, doing it on my terms. Not because someone dictated how my life should happen. Not because of any spoken agreement I had no part in.

I chose this.

I decided to make him my first.

“Please,” I repeated, convinced I wouldn’t be able to survive if he had second thoughts about taking me now that he knew I was a virgin.

He didn’t give me any indication of wanting to stop. His fingers continued rubbing back and forth, teasing me with that hint of friction where I wanted to feel all of him.

“You never have to beg me, Emma.” He kissed me as he shoved at my shorts. My panties didn’t budge, stuck with the wetness of my cream clinging to the fabric.

“You want me. Then have me,” he promised in a gritty rasp against my lips.

I tugged at his shirt, gasping in excitement when he reared back, breaking our kiss, to reach up and pull off the garment. The hard bulges of his muscles flexed with the move, and seeing his strength turned me on more. I couldn’t get enough of staring at this bad boy, this rugged, powerful fighter who’d determined that I was worthy of his protection, of his affection.

“Take whatever you want, Emma,” he growled as he returned his lips to mine and his fingers to between my legs. “You already have me.” He cupped my cheek, slowing the kisses to a tender brush. “I can’t get you out of my head.”

I leaned back to pull my shirt off. He held my arms up as he dipped low to kiss me. This time, placing his lips on the top swells of my breasts pushing up from my bra with my fast breaths.

“I can’t keep you out of here, either.” He set his hand on his chest, covering where his heart raced inside.

Oh, Luke. I whimpered with need, destroyed by his sincere words. Laying my lips on his again. I hurried to get his pants off.

I’d never given much thought into fantasizing how I’d lose my virginity. I’d never taken time to construct an elaborate dream. Why would I, when I was always doomed to end up with Antonio?

We were moving so fast, already mostly naked. I was desperate to feel him fill me. It seemed like a race, like we were hurtling through time to be united in the most intimate way possible.

But it seemed impossible to slow it down. To hit pause and take a breather so we could savor all of the heated connection bringing us close.

“I shouldn’t,” he argued without any heart to his words. “I really shouldn’t. I know better.”

I pushed his pants and boxers the rest of the way down. Wrapping my hands around his thick cock, so long and pointing at me, I stole his ability to speak such nonsense. He grunted, thrusting instinctively into my hand as I stroked up and down, feeling his dick.

“You know better,” he snarled, bidden to thrust into my grip.

I nodded, reaching up to hold his face so I could kiss him as I reveled in the velvety hard thickness of him. “This shouldn’t be happening,” I agreed.

“But I can’t fucking stop,” he warned, furrowing his brow as he picked me up and set me on the bed.

“Don’t. Please don’t stop.”

He crawled up on the bed after me, cutting me a stern look. “I said no begging,” he warned. “You don’t have to beg me for what I’ve been telling myself I can’t have.”

“Take me,” I insisted, borrowing his words. “Take me and fuck me, Luke.” I removed my bra before leaning back so he could get a good, long look of me. “I’m all yours.” I held my hands out as he continued to slide my panties off my legs. I twisted, making it easier for him until he tossed the scrap to the floor. Naked and without anything but my impatience to hold me back, I parted my legs and let him lower his heated stare on my pussy.

“Emma,” he growled as he dragged his fingers over my folds. He watched as his finger sank into me. Watching him was wicked, but I couldn’t look away from the sight of pure rapture on his face. That expression of utter longing and lust.

All for me.

He kneeled up closer, increasing the thrusts of his fingers up into my throbbing pussy. Each push in drive me closer to coming. I was halfway there to reaching an intense climax from the thrill of him watching me.

“You want this dick?” he taunted, pushing my thighs up and apart as he put himself between my legs.

Still on my elbows, I gazed up at him. “Yes.” Then I lowered to watch with him as he pushed the wide head of his cock at my hole. Glistening from my juices, I was spread open and vulnerable—yet not.

I trusted him.