Page 111 of Revenge on the Mafia

“No?”

She shook her head. “Got myself a dream husband, too.”

“Yeah?” I liked that a little too much.

She nodded.

I groped her breasts. “I’m jealous as fuck.”

“You do you.”

“Control freak.”

“Really? I wouldn’t have noticed.”

I nipped at her sneaky grin. “Don’t do feelings.”

“You do it for me, though. So love.”

“I love you.” I didn’t know why my voice went all rough. I still couldn’t believe she was finally mine.

Her hands curled around my neck. “I love you more.”

I scoffed. “I’ll win that game anytime.”

“No, you won’t—”

I silenced her with my finger on her lips. “This is one game you’ll never win, stella mia. I’ll always, always love you more.”

I didn’t listen to her response. There was nothing she could do to convince me, anyway. Ducking down, I sucked her breast into my mouth.

She dragged me closer, digging her nails into my ass, grinding her pussy on my cock. I released her breast and stared at her. She groaned. “Why’d you stop?”

“I want every man to know you’re mine. I want a baby in you,” I muttered, my control slipping away, my weakness showing like red numbers on a fucking ledger.

“Nico,” she sighed. “We discussed this. I’m not walking down that aisle with a belly.”

She’d wanted a wedding. One with people in it. My only condition had been that she wear a fuchsia dress. She didn’t know it yet, but I’d changed my mind. I was going to have another condition.

“Besides, a baby’s not changing anything.” She gripped my face. “I’m always yours, corazón.”

“Sì?” My voice cracked.

“Siempre.”

Always sounded perfect. She twisted me inside out. Made me needy. Fucking desperate. Her hand slid down my chest. Popping buttons so recklessly that some popped right off my shirt. She pushed it off, and it fell open on my arms, baring my chest. I couldn’t be bothered to let go of her to get rid of it completely. My hand slipped between her legs. She was so fucking drenched I’d probably be able to hammer right through the fabric.

When she fumbled for my belt and her soft fingers touched my throbbing cock, I almost blew my fuse in her hands. With a groan, I pushed her hand away. Taking my dick in my hand, I traced it against her arousal. A groan of desperation worked out of my chest.

“Por favor.”

Her moan zapped to my cock like fucking electricity. “Please what?” I demanded.

“Por favor, mi corazón, fuck me.”

“Say you’re fucking mine. For always.”

Her nails dug into the nape of my neck as she bucked, trying to bring my cock inside her. “Yours. Por siempre.”