God Of Vengeance (Kings Of Mafia)

When Damiano pulls out of me, I flinch, and it has his eyes snapping to mine.

“You okay?”

I nod quickly. “Yes. Just sensitive.”

He lies down on his back, and when I climb off the bed, his gaze follows me to the bathroom.

I quickly clean myself before wetting a washcloth. When I walk back into the room and crawl onto the bed, he takes the washcloth from my hand and throws it on the floor.

My eyebrows draw together, then he says, “I don’t want to clean you off me yet.”

His possessive tone makes my stomach flutter.

Damiano pulls me closer, and when I lie down beside him, his arms wrap around me, and he buries his face in the crook of my neck.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Just like earlier, I throw my leg over his and hold him tightly to my body.

My fingers trail up and down his back, and I press a kiss to his temple.

He lets out a heavy sigh and melts into me.

I keep caressing his back, and not even minutes later, his breaths even out as he falls asleep.

He smells like rough sex and danger, and I keep taking deep breaths of him while the night replays in my mind.

Even though Damiano’s all sharp edges and anger, there are times when a gentler side peeks through the darkness.

I live for those moments.

He’s harsh, controlling, and takes no shit, but I’m starting to grow accustomed to it.

The only thing I have a problem with is how little time we spend together. I want to get to know him better.

Slowly, I drift off to sleep, and when I wake up, my eyes focus on Damiano’s dark ones.

“How long have you been awake?” I ask, my tone groggy.

“A while.”

“Do you need to go to work?”

He surprises me by shaking his head. “I’m taking a break for a few days so we can spend some time together.”

My eyes widen and the sleepiness ups and vanishes. “Really?”

Pulling away from me, he stretches while nodding.

I sit up, a wide smile spreading over my face.

Damiano’s gaze drifts over my body, then he moves fast, and I’m tackled back to the mattress, face down.

His hand squeezes my buttcheek before he shoves my legs open. Gripping my hips, he hauls my butt into the air, and I quickly brace myself on my hands, so I don’t faceplant into the covers.

“Fuck, your ass is perfect,” he mutters, his tone rough around the edges.

He starts to massage my buttcheeks, then his hand slips between my legs, and he thrusts a finger inside me.

My hands fist the covers, and I glance over my shoulder. Damiano’s on his knees behind me, his eyes focused on the spot where he’s fingering me. His other hand brushes up and down my thigh before squeezing my buttcheek again.

His finger curls every time he pushes it inside me, and it feels so good heat floods my core.

“So fucking wet already,” he groans, a satisfied expression tightening his features.

He pulls his finger out of me, grabs my hips, and yanks me backward. My butt slams into his cock, and I feel the impatience rolling off him while he aligns himself with my entrance.

I’m yanked backward again as he thrusts inside me.

A cry rips from me because he hits so much deeper than before.

“That’s it, my little spitfire. Let me hear your cries while you take every inch of me,” he orders, his tone low and brutal.

Damiano wraps an arm around my front, and my back hits his chest. I grab hold of him as he thrusts roughly into me again.

His pace doesn’t quicken. He keeps it slow and hard, my breasts bouncing with every thrust.

“Am I not fucking you hard enough?” he asks, sounding angry.

“You are,” I gasp.

“I’m not hearing your screams!”

He shoves me forward again, and just as my hands hit the covers, Damiano slams so hard into me that I faceplant with a cry.

His cock is too thick. Too big.

And way too rough as he fills me with brutal thrusts.

I start to sob against the covers from how intense it feels, and my emotions spiral into chaos right before an intense orgasm tears violently through me.

I hear myself scream.

“So fucking good,” Damiano praises me.

He slams into me twice more, then he pulls out of me, and I feel his release hit my lower back and butt in warm spurts.

My body slumps to the bed, and I gasp and twitch as if I was electrocuted.

Holy crap.

When I feel Damiano’s hands rub his release into my skin, my eyebrows fly up.

“You’re fucking sexy wearing my cum,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse.

A tremble rushes through me from his possessiveness.

He crawls over me, and I feel his breath by my ear as he whispers, “Your pussy is fucking addictive, my little spitfire. I’m going to fuck you raw.”

I’m very surprised when my pussy clenches with need.

Pushing myself up, I turn around and shove Damiano onto his back. “Not if I don’t fuck you raw first.”

His mouth curves up at the corners, and the man looks downright devilish when I straddle him.

I reach down and curl my fingers around his thick length. As I start to stroke him, I watch with wonder how he hardens for me.

I position myself over him and carefully sink down on his cock.

“Oh,” I gasp because I’m still sensitive from him fucking me hard.

“Need help?” he asks.

I shake my head, and bracing my hands on his chest, I say, “I want to fuck you.”

“Hmm…” he grumbles, his eyes dark with desire as he watches me.

It takes me a minute to find my rhythm, and as I begin to move faster and faster, Damiano grabs my hips, his muscles straining from holding back so he doesn’t take over.

Looking hot as hell and breathless, he asks, “You like that?”

I nod, a moan floating from me as I rub my clit against his pelvis while his cock fills me perfectly.

I never knew sex could feel this good.

My nails dig into his skin, and my body tenses. My lips part, and when I start to orgasm, Damiano takes over and forcefully thrusts inside me.

His body strains beneath me, his muscles rippling as he hurries toward his own orgasm.

I can barely hold on by the time he comes with a groan. He yanks me down on top of him, and his arms lock around me before he plunges into me again, his body jerking with each thrust.

When he stills beneath me, we’re both breathless, and I can feel his heart racing where my cheek is pressed to his chest.

“Christ,” he gasps. “You might just kill me.”

I let out a chuckle, and when my inner walls squeeze his cock, he lets out a sharp breath before his body shudders.

I press a kiss to his racing heart, then let out a happy sigh.

His hand pats my butt, then he orders, “Up before I end up fucking you the whole day.”

As I climb off him, his cock slips out of me. My body jerks because I feel raw and sensitive from all the sex.

I let out a chuckle. “I’m going to need time to recover.”

Damiano moves off the bed. “Get your sexy ass in the shower.”

I scoot off the mattress and follow him into the shower.

Once we’re both beneath the warm spray of water, Damiano starts to wash my body.

I feel a little self-conscious again, but it quickly fades, and when he lets me rub soap over his skin, it feels more intimate than sex.

“I love feeling your hands on me,” he admits.

My eyes dart up, and standing naked with him with our hands on each other, I start to fall in love for the first time in my life.

The emotions are a bit overwhelming, but I enjoy feeling them.

When we’re both clean, Damiano switches off the faucets while I climb out of the shower. I grab a towel, and drying myself, my eyes keep roaming over his muscled body.

The man is built like a god.

“You keep looking at me like that, and we won’t leave the bedroom today,” he warns me.

I quickly wrap the towel around myself before walking out of the shower so I can put on my discarded pajamas.

After drying himself and brushing his teeth, Damiano uses his fingers to comb his hair while walking to the closet.

The sight is hot, my gaze dropping to the muscles carved into his hips.

Holy crap.

Sitting down on the bed, I pull my knees up and wrap my arms around my shins, watching as he gets dressed in tan-colored chinos and a brown sweater.

After putting on boots, he grabs a coat and shrugs it on, then comes to grab his gun from the bedside table.

As he shoves the weapon into the waistband of his chinos behind his back, his eyes flick over me.

“Let’s get you dressed, mia regina.”

Hearing the pet name, a smile spreads over my face.

He bends over me and picks me up. I quickly wrap my arms and legs around him before he carries me to my room.

Dio. I’m so happy.

Damiano picks a polka dot pencil dress and black high heels for me to wear.

After I’ve put the clothes on, he takes a seat on my bed and watches as I go through my skincare routine.

When I apply my makeup, he murmurs, “I love the way you move. It’s relaxing to watch you get ready for the day.”

More happiness pours into my chest, and I fall a little harder for him.

Once I’m ready, Damiano gets up and takes hold of my hand. He links our fingers as we leave my bedroom, and for the first time, we head hand in hand downstairs.

We feel like a couple.