TAKE BY THE MAFIA LORD
Taken By The Mafia Lord-Chapter 48
(A Twist of Fate…)
GENRE: Mafia/Dark Romance
©Cisca. H
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Let’s Get You in Bed (18+)
“Let’s Get You in Bed.” He said and they started kissing again.
Her tongue fluttered against his, and his hands were deep in the softness of her hair, and it was like time unspooled, carrying them right back to the day in her room when they had their first kiss.
He pulled her against him, thinking that he’d never get her close enough, that if he could fold her inside of him, like a mother tucking a baby into her coat, he’d do it. He’d keep her warm, he’d keep her safe, he’d keep her with him, always.
Taking her hand, Vincenzo led her to the bed, which looked much more comfortable for the chemistry to be played — a bed, a dresser, the posters on the wall. She nibbled at his chin, his ear, touching his face with her fingertips, sighing, whispering,
“You feel so good.” Once, she pushed him back, propped herself onto her elbows, and asked, “How long has it been?”
Vincenzo knew what she was asking, and it wasn’t how long it had been since he’d wanted this moment. He thought back to his last moment with her. “It’s been a long while,” he said.
He realized, now that he had Freya in his arms again, naked. Her lush curves and her soft skin, her beautiful hair, her beautiful scars. That was the problem with the girls in the clubhouse. That was the problem with all of them. None of them were Freya.
He felt her slip down the bed. She unfastened his pants, eased his briefs over his hips, and brushed the length of his cock with her palm before taking him in her mouth.
He sighed, eyes shut, thinking about how unbelievably good it felt, when Freya gave a throaty moan, then rolled her mouth from base to tip and whispered, “Look at me.”
He looked and saw that she had her eyes open, locked on his, as she opened her mouth, hollowed her cheeks, and slid all the way down. He wondered if some other guy had asked for that – I want you to look at me when you do it – or if she’d seen it in a movie, or read it in some magazine.
Five Secrets to Turn Your Guy On.
“You feel so good,” she whispered . . . and then Vincenzo couldn’t hold back any longer. He plunged inside her, deep into that maddening clutch, that heat. Freya moaned, her hands locked onto his shoulders, her breath against his face, her voice in his ear, urging him on.
“Oh, baby,” he gasped as she put her lips against his ear, whispering his name over and over, like a chant, or a song, or a prayer.
But as soon as they were done, Freya rolled into his arms, curling herself against his chest, and said, “I missed you!” in the friendly, happily surprised voice of a woman who’d bumped into an old best friend at the grocery store. With her hands balled into fists, she punched lightly at his chest, for leaving her without a goodbye.
“I missed you, too,” Vincenzo said. He’d been smiling for so long he was sure that his face would ache in the morning.
“I feel like . . .”
“What?” He asked, so desperately. “How do you feel?” He remembered how he’d always been playing the unconcerned one, giving her those childish acts like he didn’t care about her, pushing him to give her more than just a “fine” or “happy” or “tired.”
“Like nothing’s changed,” she said. “Like you went out to hang out with some friends or some thing, and now you’re back… you’re home.”
He smiled. “Yeah. I’m home now,” he said.
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Freya never knew she’d finally let a man in between her thighs and yet feel so happy. She has always wished to lose her pride to man who makes her heart arched, she wished for her blood to stain on his d+k and not on some kinda random assholes. But some times not all wishes come true, and she was beginning to wonder if time can reverse back and make all this happen.
He left a few hours ago and she felt like crying like a child. No, she was already crying. It feels like it’s been a year since he left, the way Vincenzo has become in her life was some thing she too couldn’t even explain in detail.
He has stolen a huge part of her life, her heart, making her empty without him by her side. She wants to feel free and happily single, but with his love, his imagination staining her mind, she feels like she’s married already.
Now that he is here with her, nothing makes her feel more happy than the fact that she’s got him with her. And there was no one to bother them, not even Kelly to question her love.
“You look happy.” His voice brought her to reality.
“Yes, I am. I am happy, Enzo. I feel like the world is in my hands.”
He could see the happiness stained in her eyes. “I see. I am happy to. I mean, I have never felt this happy with any woman. I’ve smiled but… some how I feel like every smile on my face because of you was true and real. You made things possible for me, Freya, you proved a lot to me.”
She cupped his face. “Same here, Enzo. I never thought life would shape us into what we are now. I never expected it either, but here we are in each other’s arms, staring into our eyes and accepting the future.” She chuckled. “It’s a great future, I can see that.”
After a brief second, Vincenzo said. “You know, the only thing that hurts about your body is the part that it had to be another man who broke your virginity.”
Her eyes bulged open, her lips trembling as she mentally searched for the words to say. “It… It wasn’t my fault, I was…”
“… Drugged. I know, you don’t have to tell me. I watched the video.”
She buried her face to the ground.
“Hey,” he held her chin high to look at him. “I didn’t say that to make you feel down. I’m only worried the woman I love was broken by a random dick ass. I don’t blame you, I understand why it had to happen.”
“You don’t blame me?” Her voice was low.
He shook his head. “I don’t blame you. If only you were conscious, I know you wouldn’t have let them do what they did. You wouldn’t have let a random man inside you. And… I would have been the one to break that wall myself.”
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