Page 119 of Mafia King's Secret Baby

My entire world has narrowed to the man in front of me, who pulls my legs apart to stand between them. Who twists my long hair into a rope in his fist, tugging it back gently so he can lick and nibble the skin of my neck.

I gasp as one of his hands tugs at the thin fabric of my t-shirt, then moan as the rough calluses on his hand slide against my stomach.

“Caterina,” he breathes, his nose gently skimming the side of my neck. “What do you need?”

Everything.

“I need you,” I whisper. It’s a guttural sound, and Elio responds, looking at me with eyes that are so hooded with lust, his pupils are blown wide.

I spread my legs wider, pulling him in toward me. “Please, Elio,” I murmur.

I want everything.

He growls again, his hands skating up the sides of my legs. I have loose linen shorts on today, nothing too fancy, but once his hands slide inside, he finds that I didn’t bother with underwear.

Originally, this had been because I thought I would change into my swimsuit later anyway.

But now…

“You’re so wet, Caterina,” he breathes. He sounds like he’s in awe, and I gasp as his thick fingers caress the sensitive skin between my legs.

“More,” I whisper.

I can’t say any other words.

Hungrily, Elio leans forward. His lips part mine, his tongue thrusting in and out as his fingers trace the center of my desire.

“Caterina, do you…”

In answer to his question, I take his hand and rub it against myself.

“Please,” I murmur again.

Elio growls.

His fingers press in, and I roll my eyes back in my head as he slowly pumps one, then two, inside me.

I throw my head back and moan. “Elio…”

“Shirt, Caterina.”

I lean forward, gasping at how the shift in my pelvis grinds me further against his hand. I pull at my shirt, my movements jerky and uncoordinated. “Help,” I whisper.

Elio’s other hand tugs at my shirt. Between the two of us, it lands in a pile on the floor, and when he leans forward again he presses hard.

His lips wrap around my nipple, and I bite back a scream.

“Cara mia,” he rumbles. “You have to be quiet.”

“I’ll try,” I whisper.

I see his smile as he moves in.

His fingers push deeper inside me, and his thumb nudges at the edge of my clit.

Oh.

I’m not going to last long if he keeps…