Page 58 of Nanny to the Mafia


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I tried to hold it back. I really did. I shook my head vigorously, trying to dislodge or distract, I didn’t know, but when he let some sexy-sounding jargon in Italian flow, I came again and sputtered on his hands.

All the fire in me drained out, leaving a silent buzz inside. I watched him retreat his finger. Then he did the dirtiest thing I’d ever seen. His eyes dark and glassy, he put his fingers in his mouth and sucked it hard.

I swear I combusted silently.

“Sweet,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

I wanted him. Madly. Deep inside me. I wanted him naked. As if my thoughts had ping-ponged to him, he yanked his shirt open, sending buttons splintering all over the room, the noise loud in the silent room broken only by my heavy breathing. Skidding off the bed, he kicked his shoes and socks off and got rid of his pants and boxers in one go.

A flash of lust sparked deep inside me. The room sang with sizzling hot air. The man had an amazing body. Even though I’ve seen him in his briefs, this view outdid all that had passed. I followed him with my eyes as he walked to his nightstand, grabbing hold of a condom. He held my gaze as he put the rubber on him, slow and steady, watching me watch him.

“Do you like what you see, mia cara?” he whispered as he rubbed his erection up and down. He grew harder in front of my eyes, and I licked my lips, leaning back on my arms and spreading my legs wider.

His eyes lit up like fireworks in a dark, starless sky. With a groan, he pounced on me. Moving over me, his face inches from mine, he whispered, “Fucking mine,” before he kissed me. He tasted of his drink and something new. Me.

He left my mouth, making his way down, tracing his mouth along my body as if he was drawing a path to paradise, where every halt was anxiously waiting for his arrival.

At my waist, he grabbed hold of my hands and held them in his on top of my head.

Settling on his knees, he rubbed the tip of his erection on my slit. “So long. Fucking….” He slid in, his face taut from the pressure of holding back, sliding in inch by inch. “So long.” When he was completely in, he rested his head on my forehead, breathing in, giving me time to adjust.

I couldn’t stand it. “Please ….”

“What do you want, tesoro?”

“More,” I whimpered.

He let out a shaky laugh. “I am trying to go slow.”

“I don’t want slow.”

His eyes turned black. Sliding slowly out, he plunged back in harder and deeper.

“Like this?” He gritted his teeth.

“Yes!” I yelled.

“You asked for it,” he muttered.

He grabbed my ass with his free hand, hauled me closer, and kept his rhythm going. I wrapped my legs around him, the angle now deeper.

A moan escaped me. I felt heady, and a trail of fire lit my body. The pounding in my ears and the pulse beating wildly in between my legs told me I was going to come again. I wanted to hold on to this moment forever. Teeter on top of the mountain and treasure. But my body had other ideas.

“Shit,” I gasped. “I’m going to come.”

“That’s right. Come for me, mia cara.” His words were like an ignition that lit my feet, sending my body flying off the cliff.

Hauling me even closer, he held on to my ass as he thrust deeper. I was going to have marks on me tomorrow. But I couldn’t care less about it today as I watched him come with a groan, his face clenching as he emptied his load inside me.

CHAPTER TWENTY

ANTONIO

Iwas startled awake to curious, brown eyes watching me, the green around the pupils big enough to suck me in.

Che cazzo!

For most of my life, I had been sleeping with one eye open, and somehow she had gotten past that. She was dressed in my shirt, and the smell of fresh coffee told me she’d been downstairs already.

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