Page 134 of Mafia And Maid
And yet she’s not.
Not completely.
I have her body. I have her attention. I even think I might have won her heart. But I can’t have her completely. I can’t show the world just who she belongs to…belongs with.
“Fuck,” I snarl, whirling a tight jab into the canvas bag to my right. It teeters on the hook, creaking from the force.
Divorce is clearly off the table if our conversation was anything to go by. He’s old money and full of lies, connections, and deals to get whatever the fuck he wants. I have the power and the ruthlessness of the Fratellanza behind me, but it’s not enough. Fighting fire with fire will only engulf us both to ruin.
I won’t risk my family being exposed like that. I won’t make a sloppy mistake in a rigged system. Rosa’s right about one thing. We can’t fight him in court. Not that I’d planned it ever making it that far. As far as I’m concerned, Grayden Devlin is a dead man on borrowed time.
“Sorry,” Rosa pants from the door, breaking the dark turn my thoughts have taken—the only path they seem to take when it comes to Grayden and his worthless life.
“Why are you out of breath?” The sound of her panting steers my thoughts in a different, more welcome direction.
“I just got back from the store. The line was crazy, so it took longer than I thought. I didn’t want to be late for this, though.” A sheepishsmile spreads over her face. Warmth soothes over the tightness in my muscles, replacing the ice-cold fury that threatens to drag me under.
“You didn’t need to rush.”
She smiles at me, the meek shyness she always has finding its way onto her face. It’s beautiful—but another stark reminder of just how far apart we are. She’s innocent and angelic. I’m not by a longshot—because a dark soul doesn’t find a halo at the end of his blackened rainbow.
Gently, I wrap her hands, letting the silence envelop us. It’s the distraction I need, her body pressing into mine as I listen to the sound of our shallow breathing.
But it doesn’t break the wall around me.
The warmups blur by, but before we even start the actual lesson, I can’t help pushing Rosa up against the mirror.
She starts to say something, but it’s only a weak protest—because she needs this as much as I do.
Silencing her with a finger to her lips, I hum against her neck as I lick up the column of her throat. "I need you now..."
Her beautiful body fills my palms as I drag her hips into mine, pressing her luscious curves against me.
“You’re utterly irresistible.” I tug off her clothes, only just stopping myself from outright ripping them.
I run my tongue along her heavy tits as I see every inch of her nakedness in the mirrors around us.
Spinning her around, she braces herself against the wall as I kneel down, spreading her legs as I position myself beneath her.
My mouth waters at the sight of her glistening pussy.
I lick along her slick lips and tease with the tip of my tongue as she grinds herself on my tongue.
I know what she wants—and what I need. I latch my lips around her clit, sucking so that she moans loudly for me.
The sweet taste of her only fuels my hunger and hardness. And I push my tongue inside her and show her what I plan to do when my cock penetrates her.
I feast on her, my hands caressing her delicious thighs.
“Please, Camillo… I need to come…”
I deny her, enjoying every single second of worshipping her body.
With each swipe of my tongue, she grows more breathless and desperate.
And one last thrust of my tongue inside her makes her finally explode in pleasure and convulse around me.
But I'm not done yet and push up to my feet. Her breasts are full and perfect for my mouth to explore. I tongue her ripe nipple, grazing it between my teeth.