Page 36 of Betrayal of the Mafia Rebel
I stay there until the tremors slowly fade, my tongue soothing the oversensitive flesh. Slowly, I pull my fingers free. The loud, wet pop echoes in the quiet room. I crawl back up her body, dragging my slick, glistening cock over her stomach, painting her skin with her own wetness and my leaking precum.
I settle my weight over her, bracing my forearms on either side of her head. Her eyes are clouded with lust, pupils blown wide. Her chest heaves. The flush on her skin is a masterpiece. I did that. I ruined the Bellanti composure and left only this wild, panting creature in my bed.
I position the blunt head of my cock directly against her wet entrance. The heat between her thighs is staggering. I press forward slightly, sinking the tip into the tight, slick ring of muscle.
She gasps, her hands flying to my hips, her nails digging into the muscle. "Fabio."
I plunge forward. Slowly. Agonizingly. Her body strains around every inch of me. She is so fucking tight, her walls resisting the intrusion before melting and giving way, stretching to accommodate my girth. I grit my teeth, a guttural groan ripping from my throat. The friction is a slow, exquisite torture.Millimeter by millimeter, I bury myself inside the enemy. Inside the woman I am going to keep forever.
"Fuck," I hiss, the word tearing through my clenched jaw. The heat is suffocating. The wetness is perfection. I sink deeper, pushing past the resistance, filling her. My pubic bone crashes against hers with a wet slap. I am buried to the hilt. Buried so deep inside her I cannot tell where my body ends and hers begins.
We freeze. The connection is total. Neither of us breathes. My chest thumps loud and frantic. The need to fill her, to keep her, overrides every logical function in my brain. Her inner walls pulse around my shaft, squeezing me, milking me.
I pull back, dragging the length of my cock slowly out of her wet heat, stopping just before the tip slips free. Then, I thrust forward. Hard. Brutal. Unrelenting.
She screams my name, her legs wrapping tightly around my waist, locking me in. Her heels dig into the small of my back, urging me deeper.
I set the pace. It's not gentle. It's not careful. It's a rhythm built to wreck every line still standing between us. I pull back and slam my hips forward, bottoming out inside her tight, scalding pussy. The wet slapping sounds of our bodies colliding fill the silent room. The headboard groans against the wall. The air is thick with her and with sex.
"Mine," I roar, driving my hips in a rapid-fire rhythm. "You're mine. Only mine."
"Yours," she cries out, her nails scoring red lines down my back. "Only yours."
The friction builds. The heat is a localized sun trapped between our hips. Every thrust drags a new moan from her lips. I watch her face. I watch the pleasure twist her features. The trust in her eyes. She is a Bellanti. She is the bloodline that murderedmy parents and uncle. She is the enemy. And she is the only thing in the universe that matters to me.
Mine.
The twenty years of rage, the endless suffocating violence, the walls Dominic built to keep me safe, it all snaps into focus. The rage finally has somewhere to go. The grief finally has somewhere to live. I'm the locked door now. I'll hold her inside my ribs and never let her out.
I pull almost all the way out, then drive my cock to the hilt with bone-jarring force. She screams, her inner walls clamping down on my shaft in a vice grip. The sensation is agony and paradise.
"I love you." The rip out tears from my throat. It's the vow I spent my whole adult life fighting against. The vow that used to mean weakness. I roar it into the silent room, declaring my irrevocable surrender. "I love you."
Catalina's eyes widen, her chest heaving. She stares up at me, the tears welling in her eyes. The smile breaks across her face, radiant and devoid of surprise.
She already knew. The look on her face says she figured it out long before I did.
"I know," she gasps, bucking her hips up to meet my brutal thrusts. "I love you too. I want to stay, Fabio. Keep me here."
The confession is the match in the powder keg. My control disintegrates. I become a machine built for her pleasure. I pump my hips with devastating speed, grinding my pubic bone against her swollen clit with every deep penetration. The friction is relentless. The tight, wet walls of her pussy milk my shaft, dragging me closer and closer to the edge.
Her head thrashes on the pillows. Her moans turn into high, desperate keens. The tension in her body snaps. She hits her second climax hard, her whole body locking under mine. Her walls spasm violently, crushing my cock in a rhythmic,agonizingly tight grip. The sweet nectar of her climax floods her tight passage, acting as the final catalyst.
The dam breaks. I roar, the sound guttural and primal, tearing from the deepest part of my chest. I drive my hips forward one final, devastating time, burying myself so deep I swear I hit her womb. I hold the position, locking my hips against hers.
The orgasm rips through me. It is destruction. My balls clench tight, shooting thick ropes of seed deep inside her scalding wetness. I pump my cum into her, filling her. Claiming her body. Claiming her future. Making her a Costa forever. The waves of pleasure are endless, paralyzing my frame, draining every ounce of tension and rage from my muscles.
I collapse forward, my chest crushing her soft breasts, my face burying in the crook of her neck. I am panting, my lungs burning for oxygen. She is gasping beneath me, her hands stroking my sweaty back, her legs still locked tightly around my waist, holding me deep inside her.
The aftermath is a heavy, beautiful weight. The silence of the soundproof room returns, broken only by the ragged sound of our breathing. My body is a blanket over hers. I do not want to move. I want to die right here, buried inside the woman I love.
Slowly, the frantic beating in my chest slows down. The adrenaline fades, leaving behind a profound, terrifying peace. I press my lips to her sweat-slicked neck, tasting the salt.
"You're staying with me," I murmur against her skin, the vow absolute.
"I know," she replies, her fingers tangling gently in the hair at the nape of my neck.
I roll slightly to the side, taking my weight off her chest but keeping my cock firmly planted inside her tight heat. I pull her flush against my side, tucking her head under my chin. I reachdown and pull the gray comforter up over our sweaty, naked bodies.
