In making a promise to Rafaela, I’d done so to soothe the physical ache that I’d seen highlighted in her eyes. Her soulful eyes. Had I meant the words? Maybe the only way to consider the question was to remind myself that only time would tell. She could be a perfect tool to use against my enemy, which I’d begun to believe was Pollizi, the theatrics merely an orchestration meant to make me suffer and to buy time. In a world where a woman’s worth was often measured by her innocence, I’d not only taken what hadn’t belonged to me, I’d also already marked her as mine.
Only her father had no idea the lengths I’d gone to in order to leave that mark.
Using her as a pawn should be all I thought about.
But I was still processing the way I felt about her.
The softness of her skin.
The taste of her sweet pussy, which had driven the ugliness aside if only for a little while.
The way her eyes had darted down my chest, apprehensive to break free of her conservative mold to take a single peek at my throbbing cock.
And the way her lips tasted, minty from either toothpaste or a piece of candy.
The words I’d whispered had been for her benefit given I knew I’d never see her again. However… there was a need to claim her, to keep her as mine. That was the man I’d been, an insufferable bastard with no heart. Perhaps I wanted her for all the wrong reasons. Or perhaps for once, I did for the right ones.
Rafaela had no idea how truly beautiful she was, yet I was no fool. She’d grown far too connected to me, asking me more than once if she could go with me. For all the possessions I’d captured and kept over the years, all the decisions made that were overtly selfish, no matter the desire, I refused to ruin her life.
The girl had spark, too much so. For all the reasons I’d driven her away, one look and my resolve had come crumbling down like a stack of cards.
Yet there was no guilt. None.
As with so many mafia princesses, she’d been kept in a bubble. Who was I to burst the thin shield, inviting her into a world of even more danger?
Her father would take care of ruining her belief system. Sadly, she’d need to learn women were nothing but pawns, chess pieces to use when necessary, bodies to own.
Fuck, no.
I was cruel and savage, but not in that manner.
The feel of having her pussy muscles wrapped tightly around my cock was the best feeling I’d had in a very long time. I couldn’t remember my last shared act of intimacy. Months. Maybe a full year. She had no idea what the gift of her virginity meant even for a brutal bastard such as myself.
Men surrounding her father would have paid dearly for the same gift, pledging their loyalty and riches to the Marichetti patriarch. If her father was as crass as I suspected he was, he’d have her tested. And here I was fucking up her life anyway.
Yet I was a man, one so hungry I’d become blinded to danger and any sense of true decency. And so I thrust my dick as deep inside her sweet cunt as I could, basking in the heat resonating off her shimmering skin.
If only I could fuck her for hours, claiming every hole while painting her with my cum. But the risk was too great. This was likely my one shot at disappearing.
I’d heard enough rumblings over the last couple of days to suspect I was being auctioned off to the highest bidder.
Over my dead fucking body.
I was ready to find out who betrayed me.
But not until I’d left my mark on this beautiful woman. With her legs wrapped around my hips, we rocked together. Her soulful eyes continued searching mine, maybe hopeful I’d change my mind. She was so damn sweet, so giving.
How much she’d risked in trying to heal me, hoping my scars and anguish would fade. If she only knew that the agony had been worth obtaining this very moment.
For a man who cared about almost no one, finding a diamond in a craggy pile of rocks meant more than I could admit.
Especially to myself.
With our bodies sweaty and breathing labored, I sensed by how her fingers dug into my arms that she was about to orgasm once again. She cinched her muscles in both her thighs and her pussy against me, arching her back. Everything about her was sensual, inviting and created such an obsessive need I could barely think straight, let alone focus.
I pulled out, slamming into her again, ignoring the fact she’d been a virgin. My needs were too intense, my balls tight as drums, craving the type of satisfaction only she could provide.
With her sweet mews and the flutter of her eyelashes against her flushed cheeks, I had more difficulty maintaining control than I’d had in a very long time. She did things to me that didn’t make any sense.
