Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

She looked into his eyes, waiting for them to turn cold but they didn’t. His face remained impassive too. Taking a deep breath, she turned around and did as instructed. She didn’t want to ruin the night. It had started on a good note and she wanted it to end the same way.

“Turn around” Sergio’s voice broke in. “Voglio vederti!” [I want to see you!]

Rosana turned around immediately and looked at him. Did he just listen to her plea and change his mind? She wondered. Sergio De Niro was not one to do any of those. He didn’t listen to anyone and did whatever he wanted.

She gulped and lowered her eyes to his body, realizing she had never touched him. “Can I… Can I touch you?”

His jaw tightened and his shoulders stiffened. “No!”

“Why?”

He chuckled lightly but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You are already a frightened little kitten, Bambolina. You will never be able to handle my scars”

Scars? What scars? She wondered, staring down at his body. “I am not a frightened little kitten. Not anymore. Try me”

Sergio looked down at her, studied her. She was determined to see him. “Go ahead”

“Where?”

“Everywhere” He answered and she moved closer. She placed her hands on his broad shoulders and ran them down his chest. Before she could move them down to his stomach, he grabbed them tight. “Once you are done, I am in charge”

“Yes” She breathed as her p? ssy clenched all over again. This man would definitely be the death of her, she thought as she resumed touching him.

She could feel the scars. They were all lined up in his stomach. Her breath hitched in her throat and her heartbeat skipped. They were no ordinary scars. They were deadly and ran deep, devouring part of him.

She had lots of questions going through her mind. Questions about the scars and how he got them. As if reading her mind, he responded to her thoughts before she could even air them.

“Do not ask”

“It must have been painful” She muttered as tears welled up in her eyes. “And I know it still is”

“Are you frightened, Bambolina?” He asked, mockery laced in his voice.

Without responding, she lowered her head and kissed his shoulders. Then down to his chest and hard stomach. She looked up at him and kissed the scar above his c? ck.

“No, I am not.” She rose and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I may not know the story behind each of them but I know you are a survivor. A conqueror. A powerful man. And I adore all of you!”

Sergio grabbed her immediately and lowered her onto the bed with him on top. He kissed her slowly but passionately, his fingers digging into her hips which were wrapped around his waist.

Slowly, he plunged into her with a deep groan and she moaned. He pulled out and positioned the tip of his c? ck at her entrance and waited for a heartbeat before plunging into her once again. She was so wet that he slid in almost frictionlessly. She was tight and he could still feel her pussy stretching and struggling to lodge her size.

“Take all of my c? ck, it is yours, Bambolina” He groaned, burning himself to the hilt. Rosana let out a sharp cry but it was concealed by a hot and passionate kiss.

They kissed slowly and intimately until their moans mingled together and turned one. Two bodies and one heart. They were in a world where no one else existed aside from them. A world which had no inception and no limit.

He lowered his head and licked and sucked on her hard n? pples while pumping into her deeply but slowly. Rosana gasped at the wild sensation. He was sucking her hard n? pples and hitting a sensitive spot inside her. One that made her cry out, lost in ecstasy. With his hand clenched in her hair, he kept thrusting hard and groaned as all of his senses edged to near-brain death. The taste of her on her tongue, the feel of her skin beneath his, the smell of her perfume, and the sounds of her little whimpers as she clung onto him like her life relied on it.

“Sicuramente la mia morte, Rosana!” [Definitely the death of me, Rosana!]

Her hard nipples dragged against his chest as he kept groaning and pounding into her, hitting the spot that sent her shooting to the sky. She cried and clenched around him, her fingers digging into the tightened dips and mounds of his back muscles.

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Rosana’s eyes were wide and her mouth half-open. Her head fell back as she arched her back off the bed, her entire body coiling tighter. Her org@sm slammed into her and she erupted, squirming and writhing under him.

“Sergio!!!”

Her screams drove him hard and he came right after her with a loud groan, his org@sm ripping through him with the force of a tempest. He thrusts a few more times, then buried his face in her hair.

“Rosana!” He shuddered, emptying himself inside her.

Sergio collapsed on her, using his arm to support most of his weight so as not to crush her. They laid still, none of them able to utter a word. The only sound that could be heard was their ragged breath and heavy heartbeat thumping against each other’s chest.

“Are you okay?” Sergio finally asked and kissed her softly. She nodded and wrapped her arms around him, afraid he would leave.

Sergio chuckled and moved the both of them so she was now on top with his c? ck still inside of her. Rosana raised her head and gave him a questioning look.

“My c? ck is where it belongs.” He drawled lazily and lowered his hand to her a*s. “I intend to keep it in there all night”

Rosana inhaled deeply and placed her head on his chest. He was still buried deep inside of her and she was afraid he would start moving once again. But he didn’t. He had drifted off to sleep the moment he shut his eyes.