Page 107 of Mafia And Maid
He’s as desperate for me as I am for him. I know it just by looking at him. But it’s more than just the sex. This differs from the empty rutting Grayden would do. This is an affirmation that the real me has been seen. Camillo’s seen the broken bits of me that match his own in some twisted, fucked up way. It’s a bond we both feel. Tethering us together in a way that it feels absolutely right to be so reckless with him.
My fingers tug his boxers down, and his erection springs free. Hard and thick, the tip glistens.
Keeping me pressed against the door, Camillo takes a foil packet from his pocket, and his devilish smile makes my insides turn to jelly as he rips the top open with his teeth. And in one swift movement, he slides it over his cock.
His body presses me back against the door, his hand grasping my thigh as he lifts me all the way up.
“Fuck, Rosa, I’ve been thinking about this for weeks. Tell me you want me to fuck you…” He rocks against me, his voice dropping an octave as he caresses my skin. “Tell me you want me as badly as I want you. Tell me you want me to be the only one who fucks you this good.”
I nod, unable to find the words as my mind blanks.
He holds my chin, running this thumb across my bottom lip, watching the motion like a man at worship. “Tell me, baby. I need you to say it.”
“I want you. You and only you.”
His forehead drops to mine, and I can feel him tremble against me as he takes a sharp, full breath. “I want to be gentle with you, Rosa. I want to worship you like you deserve, but I don’t know how gentle I can be right now.”
I drag my fingers along his jaw, guiding him to look at me. “Take me.” Who is this woman? Where has the old shy, timid me hidden—and where can I lock the door to keep her there? Never before have I felt so wanted and free in my life. Never before have I craved someone in such a sensual way.
This is new.
Different.
He reaches between us, grinding the head of his cock at my entrance. The look he spears me with is anything but gentle. It’s raw and open. And yet I’m not scared.
He pushes his hips forward, slower than I want, but it’s just the right pace to make my whole body light up.
Lifting my heavy eyelids, I watch the control snap on his face, his expression frenzied. “Fuck, Rosa, you’re so tight.” He’s panting now against my neck. “I’m not going to last long, but I promise I’ll make it up to you later.”
The promise sends a thrill through my body. He kisses me hard and devours my lips and tongue as he sinks deeper.
I don’t know where he begins and where I end.
“Hold on, baby…”
I do as he commands. My nails bite into his arms.
He withdraws before slamming his hips forward. He sinks into me again and again, banging me against the door until it rattles.
My hands are all over him. I bunch the fabric of his shirt in a futile effort to feel all of him as he continues to roll his hips into mine.
Each hard thrust from him makes me moan louder and louder.
“Fucking perfect. I knew you’d be fucking perfect, baby.”
I’m completely lost in him. This man is mine. The only one who’ll ever look at me like I’m some prized possession in his grasp and not some broken toy.
The knowledge intoxicates me. This is what it feels like to finally have someone care. This is what it feels like to be wanted, just as I am.
Camillo doesn’t relent even as we hear the front door slam shut.
I can feel his smile against my skin at the base of my throat.
And the rhythmic banging of my ass against the door only doubles.
His lips close around my throat, teeth grazing, biting down just hard enough. A thrill of something molten moves through me.
It’s everything I’ve ever craved and secretly wanted. I’d given up looking for it. But I’ve found it with Camillo.