The Mafia And His Angel: Part 2 (Tainted Hearts 2)

Instead he rubbed against me, coating his tip with my wetness, and I moaned at the sensation. I moved my hips with him, wanting more friction, but his fingers tightened around my waist, keeping me still.

“Are you wet for me?” he asked, his voice deep and warm against my neck.

“Yes,” I moaned as I felt the head of his hard length at my entrance.

“Then show me.”

I licked my lips nervously, not knowing what to do.

“I—” I started but Alessio cut me off.

“Place your hand between your legs, play with yourself,” he ordered.

I reached between my legs with tentative fingers, and as soon as I touched my wetness, I froze. “Show me, Ayla.”

Pulling my hand away, I showed him, my cheeks heating as he grabbed my fingers and brought it to his lips, tasting me, licking my wetness from my fingers. He hummed in appreciation at my taste, his hips rocking against mine.

“Alessio…” I moaned again.

“What do you want, kitten?”

“You.”

He chuckled low, his chest vibrating behind my back.

“You need to be more specific.”

Ah! Why was he doing this?

“Please,” I begged.

His lips were next to my ear, his breath tickling the skin there. “Do you want my fingers? My lips?” he paused for a second as my hips pushed back, begging him wordlessly. “Hmm…or do you want my cock? Fucking you deep and hard until you are breathless and begging for more?”

“Yes. Alessio, please!”

“Yes to what? My fingers? My mouth?”

“No!” I cried out.

“What?” he taunted shamelessly. “Say it. I’m waiting.”

“I want—” I gasped and broke off when he pushed just an inch inside of me. But then he pulled out again, leaving me empty again. “I’m waiting, kitten.”

He reached forward and teased my nipples with his fingers.

“Damn it! I want you! I want you to fuck me!” I said, his touch and my desire for him driving me crazy.

That was enough for him. As soon as the words were past my lips, Alessio slammed inside of me in one unforgiving stroke. The air left my lungs in a harsh cry, and I bucked underneath him.

His hard thickness filled me almost painfully. Without the condom, I felt every inch of him, pulsing inside of my wet heat. Pressing my face into the pillow, I moaned loudly.

Alessio pulled back almost all the way, only to drive back into me with such force that I struggled to breathe. He fucked me relentlessly, and I met each thrust with raw need.

“Shit,” he swore into my neck. “You feel so fucking good.”

I clenched around him every time he slammed back into me. Harder. Faster. Deeper. His controlled strokes losing their control.

“You’re mine!” he growled into my ear, his breathing harsh.

“Yes!” I was achingly aware of his need because I felt the same way.

The sensation was too much. My body was tingling and out of control. Only Alessio could rid me of that feeling, but he wasn’t giving me what I wanted.

Desire pooled in my stomach, and I clenched, the need to come filling my body, driving me over the edge.

Alessio pulled out of me, leaving me empty and hanging. “Alessio,” I protested.

“No, you cannot come. I’m nowhere near done with you yet, kitten,” he growled before pushing inside me again. “Tomorrow, when you are sore, throbbing, and aching, you’ll remember that I made you feel this way. You’ll remember that I was the one fucking you.”

He filled me to the brim with his hard cock. “I’m going to ruin you for every other man.”

Alessio slammed into me repeatedly in furious strokes, showing me that he meant every word he said. His fingers dug into my hips, and I knew they would leave bruises tomorrow.

My fingers tightened around the pillow as I held my moans and screams in. He was driving me crazy, but I couldn’t do anything except surrender to his deep thrusts and submit beneath his hard body.

My hips bucked against him, wanting more, demanding more, but he held back. He held my pleasure and drove me over the edge every time before pulling away, leaving me empty over and over again.

My wetness pooled between my thighs, and I bit on my lips to keep from screaming in frustration. My muscles were coiled tight with the need to come. I heard his groans each time he thrust into me, and I heard my desperate moans every time he pulled out.

So close. So close. I could feel myself climbing over the edge, almost falling. “Alessio…” I screamed into the pillow when he pulled out again.

Alessio’s fingers wrapped around my hair and pulled my head back almost harshly. “Scream my name. I want to hear your screams. I want everyone to know that I’m fucking you, that my cock is deep inside you right now.”

The possessive growl and when he shoved fully into me, buried to the root, sent me over the edge. The air left my lungs at the brutal impact as he hit home, deep inside of me. My screams filled the room, his name echoing around the wall.