Page 86 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

“You scared me and now you have to take your punishment like a good girl,” I murmur.

I slap her again.

She moans out loud this time, thrusting herself back on my fingers.

“Gia,” I grunt, repeating my pattern. Her ass is starting to turn red on both cheeks, and the impact of what I’m doing sends lust shooting through me.

She presses back again, her channel fluttering around my fingers. “Fuck, Gia,” I hiss.

“Sal,” she moans.

My name.

She’s moaning my name.

“I own you, Gia,” I grunt. “Not some random French fucker. Me. I own this,” I smack again, hard enough that it probably hurts.

Still, she works herself up and down my fingers.

Shit.

She’s going to come soon.

I reach forward and undo the belt. My hand at her waist, I lift her torso up, my other hand still deeply embedded within her.

She’s pressed against me, her back to my front, and when I tug her lips over to meet mine, I slide that hand down to play with her clit.

“I own you,” I whisper before I kiss her.

My fingers work her, sliding in and out while my other hand tweaks the center of her pleasure. I pull back from the kiss, gasping, and freeze. “Do you want to come, Gia?”

“Yes,” she moans, breathless and needy.

I grunt. “Tell me who you belong to, Gia.”

She pauses. I almost pull my fingers out, before the word falls from her lips.

“You, Sal. You do.”

I growl and take her lips again, working her with my hands.

When she comes, I swallow her scream.

She’s mine.

There’s no world in which I’m going to let her walk away from this. Gia Rossi is mine, she’s my queen, my woman.

My soulmate.

I’m never going to let her go.

* * *

After she comes apart in my arms, I help Gia pull her clothes back on and we head down to the cabins. We shower, change, and dress for bed.

Where we sleep.

Together.