Page 138 of Tempting My Mafia Monster

The intensity in his hooded onyx eyes sent my pulse racing and desire coursing through my veins. His lips parted on a slow exhale as I rolled my hips, massaging his cock against that sensitive spot that made my toes curl. His hands guided my movements as his tongue swept lazily across his lips, then curved into the faintest, awestruck smile.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed.

My heart beat out of my chest. I leaned forward and kissed him as we moved together, finding a pace that left us both filling the room with heavy breaths and moans. Sex had always been intense with him, but this was a different intensity.

When we were growing too close to mind-bending pleasure, Maddox grabbed my wrists and rolled us, flipping me onto my back. He held my wrists above my head in one hand as he thrust back inside me with a deep grunt. I gasped, my eyes rolling when he held himself there. His tongue claimed my mouth, slow and possessive, as his hips rotated into me, pulling out almost completely before he slid back in slowly.

A deep, burning ache of need and love ignited between us.

He loved me. I could feel it.

Maddox has never been a man of words. Words were never how we communicated best. But he says those three little words in the quietest, soul-shattering ways: by letting me go to save my family, even as every part of him wants to hold on, and every piece of himself he breaks to keep me safe. It’s written in every sacrifice he has ever made for me.

And tonight, he was giving me a part of himself he’d never believed could exist. He was making love to me.

“Soraya…” My name fractured beneath his breath as his hand spread across my hip, anchoring me to him while he pumped into me at a faster pace.

I held his face in my hands and kissed him as the intensity built quicker than I could control. I wrapped my legs around his waist, needing more of him. His hand moved from my hip, dipping between the mattress and my ass as he squeezed it, pushing himself deeper than he’d ever been before. I cried out with an explosion of hot pleasure, his mouth swallowing the sound before he pressed his forehead to mine. He pulsed his hips into me one more time before he pulled out and came all over my stomach with a deep groan.

“Fuck,” he panted, dropping his full body weight onto me and crushing the air from my lungs.

I didn’t even care that I couldn’t breathe. I ran my fingers through his hair and kept kissing the side of his face as he buried it in the pillow. He wrapped his arms tightly around me and twisted to the side, taking me with him so we ended up entangled in each other’s arms.

I stared at his perfect face, playing with the strands of his sweaty hair as he closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath. The overwhelming peace of lying in his arms after the most romantic and soul-consuming sex felt too good to be true. Because it was.

This wasn’t reality. This was a dream. My impossible dream. I’d wake in the morning, and it would be over.

He opened his eyes and looked at me. No words. Just those eyes, and everything they could never hide from me. I smiled, swallowing the emotion threatening to show. I wouldn’t cry. Not tonight.

“I love you too,” I whispered, brushing my thumb over the stubble on his jaw.

He swallowed. His grip on my body tightened.

“I’ll kill him.”

I paused, frowning. “McKenna?”

“Him too.”

A nervous laugh tickled my throat. “Who then?”

His gaze never left mine.

“Aleksandr.”

My hand stilled. The softness in the room was swallowed by the dark, cold certainty in his voice. I’d seen that look in his eyes before. He had just convinced himself that something had to happen. He would make it happen, regardless of the consequences or risks. Panic reared up inside me.

“Maddox. You can’t.”

“I’ll make it look like an accident. One that the Bratva can’t trace back to your family.”

I pushed myself up on one elbow, resting my hand on his chest as he stared up at me with that deadpan expression. “Maddox, listen to me. Do not do anything stupid.”

“Stupid is you marryin’ him.”

“If Aleksandr dies before the debt is paid, the Bratva won’t shrug and move on. He’s the heir to the world’s largest mafia empire. They’ll look for someone to blame. My family or you. They won’t care. They won’t stop until someone answers for it. If they even suspect you had anything to do with it, they will not only come for you but also for anyone you care about.”

Silence fell between us. He looked away first, his jaw tight.