Page 6 of Mafia Book Boyfriend
“And the mafia romance book boyfriend?”
“I love all romances. I’ve been reading romances since I was a tween. Sneaking them in the house and reading them under the covers when I was way too young to read those stories.” We shared another laugh. “But the mafia just hit differently. The men were possessive and loving. The men claimed their women. Saying things like: ‘You belong to me’ or ‘I’m never letting you go.’”
“Good. At least they got that part right.”
“They did?”
“Yes. I’m glad you understand that when I make you mine—you’re staying mine.”
“I don’t think it works like that in real life.”
“Sure it does. Or at least it does in the Gataki family. We don’t take chances. When we have what we want, we take it and keep it.” He wiped his mouth with the linen napkin and scooted back in his chair. “Now, come here,” he commanded. The warm voice I’d heard since I met him burned away in a fiery demand. He hadn’t asked me for anything, and my body had already yielded. He didn’t have to repeat himself. I stood and walked over to him.
Xander pulled me onto his lap. His powerful arms wrapped around me, holding me tight. I pushed back against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.
He brushed his lips against my ear, raising its fine hairs. “Adorra, you’re mine. I know it’s fast, but I’m sure of what I want. Have been since I opened the app to quit it. I intended to stop the madness my cousins signed me up for, and I saw your picture—read your profile, watched your video message, and knew I’d never let you go. Knew it with absolute certainty. Not now, not ever. If you don’t want this, this is your chance to say no.”
I held the side of his face, feeling the tension as if once again he was a dam holding back a flood of emotions. Staring into his eyes, I said, “I want this—”
His mouth slammed down on mine—and the dam broke.
Xander
Adorra was mine. She was mine. She was fucking mine. Her words echoed through me like a prayer. She wanted me—wanted us. I couldn’t believe it. But I refused to waste time questioning it. I kissed her with everything I had. With everything I was.
I stood up, binding her legs around my waist, and carried her into the villa. Adorra clung to me as I navigated the stairs and staggered down the hall—drunk off her kisses. Wasted from her body pressing against mine.
I kicked the door to her room shut behind us and laid Adorra gently on the bed. She looked up at me, her eyes wide, her chest heaving. Kneeling between her thighs, I pulled her dress up inch by inch. Kissing her smooth brown skin as I revealed every dimple, curve, and mark. Adorra moaned, arching her back as I explored her body with my lips. She looked like honey and tasted the same. And I wouldn’t be satisfied until it melted all over her sheets.
I ripped her panties in my haste to pull them off. It was an accident, but it felt good as hell to remove any barrier that stood between us. I slid the remnants down her long legs and tossed them aside. She spread her thighs, inviting me in. Inviting me home. But I wasn’t ready yet… I held her open and adored my treasure. Her name was perfect for her. I stared at her perfect pussy, admiring the brown puffy lips that ringed her pink folds. Each layer different from the rest. From the hardening peach pit to the fleshy coral mouth. She may have hidden in bed with her romance books, but this was what fueled my teen fantasies. Now I had her in my arms, at my mercy, while she writhed beneath my stare.
Leaning down, I nosed the crack between her thigh and mound. Inhaling her scent like fucking weed—getting high. Taking my time, I licked her slowly, savoring her sweetness. Relishing her moans as she bucked against my mouth. I sucked her clit into my mouth, working it with my tongue until she screamed—clutching my sheets as I brought her to the edge of orgasm and backed off. Over and over. Until she begged me to let her come instead of holding her on the edge.
She whimpered when I pulled away, wiping her juices on the soft curls below her navel. Soaking her skin as I followed her dark treasure trail, abandoning it when it faded away to suck the sweaty skin between her breasts. I’d once heard a man in a sitcom say, “Girl, I’d drink your bathwater.” Hmm, I knew just how he felt. Every part of her was wanted, valued—adored.
Rolling her breasts together, I laved her nipples, sucking up more of her sweet cries. She watched me with wild, desire-filled eyes.
“Say you’re mine. Tell me who you belong to,” I demanded as I stripped off my clothes and crawled up her body, kissing her stomach, her breasts, and her neck.
“Huh.” Her brows knitted together.
“Mine,” I repeated.
Her breath came in shallow, rapid pants that she slowed with a single word. “Yours.” She nodded.
Adorra didn’t leave it there. She gave as good as she got. She reached down and circled my cock, making her ransom demand while holding my cock hostage. “Are you mine?” She asked, swinging onto my lap.
I froze. Not because she gave me a delicious squeeze, but because our insane lust shouldn’t cover the moment. It deserved more because these were our vows. “I’m yours. I’ve been yours since the first time I saw you. I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.”
Adorra smiled and sank onto my length. Taking me inside her inch by glorious inch. I groaned, my head falling back as she surrounded me with her warmth. I gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her as we rocked together. Adorra threw her head back and rode me like we were in the Kentucky Derby. Too fast, too hard—I appreciated the enthusiasm, but I needed to fucking last. I needed to burn my name into her channel. I wanted my veins indented on her walls.
I flipped us over, pinning her beneath me and thrusting into her slowly, deeply, showing her we had all night. All week. All year if we wanted it. I pulled out and rubbed my cockhead against her clit. Making her squirm and beg me to fuck her. I obliged. Driving into her with deep strokes that made us cry out. Her nails raked down my back as she arched up to meet me. I lost myself in her. In the way, she fit me perfectly. In the way, she welcomed me into her body and soul.
Then her eyes widened, and she cried out as she came. Her pussy clenched around me and sent me spiraling over the edge. I emptied myself inside of her, filling her with every drop of me. Sealing my claim.
We lay there, panting, sweating, and spent. Adorra curled up against me, and I stroked her hair. “How did the big bad mafioso do? Did I live up to your expectations?” I asked her, only half kidding.
She jerked her head up to meet my eyes. Oops. Had I revealed too much with that question? I turned my face away, but she brought it back. “Exceeded it,” she whispered against my mouth before taking my tongue as deep as her pussy had taken my cock.