Page 214 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

Good.

“Say whose you are,” I snarl.

“Yours,” Gia whispers. “I’m yours, Sal. I’ve always been yours. It’s always been you,” she whispers.

The words send that same primal hormone spiraling through me. My muscles flex and my cock is harder than steel against my pants.

I need to fuck her. Right fucking now.

“Good girl, Gia,” I croon as I gently push her back on the bed. In one motion, I tug all of the covers off, revealing her on her clean white sheets.

With the other, I take off my belt. Gia watches, eyes round as I unhook it and slide it from my pants.

My grin feels wicked. “Not today, amore mio,” I say, letting the words come from me. “Today, the only thing holding you is me.”

Gia’s lips part, but I’m already shrugging out of my shirt. Her eyes rove the tattoos on my chest, and I smirk.

“You’re mine, Gia,” I growl.

I fall down onto the bed, parting her legs as the soft silk of the nightgown reveals her to me. I notch myself at her entrance, watching her eyes roll back in her head as I push inside.

“Tell me again,” I groan as I’m part of the way there.

“Fucking… You’re so fucking big, Sal,” she whispers.

A flush of satisfaction has me pushing in more. “You take me so well, Gia,” I purr. “You’re meant to take me, all the way, understand?”

She bites her lip and nods. “I…”

I push in all the way, and Gia shrieks.

I need to make sure that she’s not in pain.

The thought is alarmingly dim against the reptilian roaring in my brain. Part of me is pleased that she knows, that she remembers how I feel inside her.

Part of me wants her to feel it so she never forgets how I fuck her.

But I also want her to love this as much as I do, so I free one of her beautiful breasts and roughly palm it, pinching her nipple between my fingers.

“Oh fuck.” She arches back. “Careful, they’re so sensitive,” she groans.

Oh.

Oh.

I forgot that the pregnancy hormones might make these a little more tender. Instead of pinching, I let the calluses on my hand rasp against one nipple, and then the other, abrading them into perfect peaks that beg to be licked.

Gia, meanwhile, is writhing on my cock, and from the way she slides on me, I would say that I’ve done my work.

“Good, Gia,” I whisper as I slowly start to pump in and out of her. “You’re doing so well, amore mio. See, I told you that you could take me so well.”

“Fucking hell, Sal,” she moans. She’s arching off the bed, offering her perfect breasts up to me. “Just keep fucking going.”

“Only if you come for me, my love,” I say.

I can tell that the l-word gets to her, but I don’t stop. Instead, I push my hips to a punishing pace, slamming into her so that I steal the breath from her.

“I love you, Gia,” I grunt. “And unless I’m wrong, you fucking love me too.”