Mafia Casanova

Dragging us both with me.

Grabbing onto my thighs, he pulled me to the edge of the mattress. With one hand, he grabbed the back of my neck, keeping me close to his body. Exactly where he wanted me to be. I moaned when his lips crashed into mine, bucking my hips off the bed, arching my back. Silently requesting him to keep going. He smiled against my mouth, pleased by my subtle request.

Willing to give me what he wanted, what I craved, what I had been waiting for. Kissing me long and hard. My hands shook when I moved hastily to his belt, undoing it as fast as I could. Shifting my hands to unbutton his slacks next. Using my feet to help him slide them down, along with his boxers.

He caged me in with his arms around my face, gripping the back of my neck again, not wanting to lose our connection.

“I’ll always love you, Eden. No matter what, I’ll always love you.”

I closed my eyes, my mind and heart battling against each other. His hold tightened on my neck as he angled his dick into my opening with his other hand. Gently, he began to thrust inside of me, resting his forehead on mine, causing our mouths to part in sync from the feeling of becoming one.

He stopped when he was fully inside of me. My arms went around his neck as he slowly started to thrust in and out.

“Fuck… you feel good,” he groaned, thrusting harder. “Mine. You’re mine… do you understand me?”

I grimaced, but he didn’t see it, too caught up in the moment, in us. Everything he was saying was like hell on earth.

I had asked him to make love.

Not claim what was already his.

Tears welled.

My throat ached.

I would always and forever be merely a possession to him, and it felt like he was pointing the gun at me all over again.

You can do this, Eden. He’s your husband. You’re a family. Naz deserves a family.

I repeated it again and again in my head. Hoping, praying, begging it to be true.

That it would feel right.

Nothing about this felt that way.

Tristian grabbed my leg, angling it higher. He was much deeper this way, making me clench and tighten around his shaft, which earned me another loud, ravenous growl in return. He never once let up his hold, continuing to move at a hard and fast pace that had me weakening beneath him. Feeling every last inch of him moving in and out of me. His hitting my G-spot perfectly had me panting, moaning, screaming…

All at once.

I tried to push through the unease my mind was conjuring up. Struggling to push away the thoughts of someone who wasn’t there.

Someone I envisioned.

Pretended to be with.

In this moment, it was Tristian who was making love to me.

I didn’t dare say his name.

It hurt too fucking much.

His body was so wrapped up in me, we were tangled together on the black silk sheets. He kissed me deeply, headily; I knew he was savoring the new sensation of our skin-on-skin contact. I started to move my hips forward as he thrust in. Our bodies moved in time with one another, getting faster and harder with each second that passed.

It felt like I was on edge the whole time.

About to jump off a cliff.

Into my death.

Where I wouldn’t be with him, but with his brother instead.

I was literally trying to fuck Romeo out of my mind.

My heart.

My body and soul.

“Fuck,” Tristian growled, rotating his hips more demandingly.

I was close to losing it…

All of it.

My sanity.

My truths.

My future.

The past wanted me.

It all intertwined, mixing with the pleasure and the pain. I couldn’t take it anymore. In one swift motion, I let go.

“I’m coming…” I panted against his mouth.

Kissing me passionately, he sent me over the edge, and I took him right along with me. He hid his face in the crook of my neck, kissing my sweaty skin.

Making a single tear roll down the side of my face when I heard him repeat…

“Mine.”CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE“I am the product of my circumstances. I am the product of my decisions.” —Bane

Eden

NowOne hundred and sixty-eight hours.

Seven days.

One week had passed since Romeo had discovered me in his office.

Since then, he’d kept to himself, which was very unlike him. Especially since he made himself at home in my house.

What was he trying to keep from me?

“Mama, are you okay?”

“Hmm…” I replied, caught off guard as I pulled into Naz’s school.

“You have that face.”

“What face?”

“The one where you’re thinking. Uncle Romeo says you scrunch your nose and bite your lip when you’re thinking really hard about something.”

My hands trembled. How did he know everything? Why? “Is that right?”

“Yep. He says that your eyes get glossy when you’re upset, and they kinda are right now too. Am I in trouble?”

“No. You’re the best boy.”