Page 36 of Tempting My Mafia Monster

“Are you capable of that?” I teased, but he didn’t smile. He kept staring at me with that dark intensity.

“I dunno. Never tried.”

I reached up and grabbed the back of his neck, bringing his lips to mine. I kissed him, reclaiming control because I could see him getting inside his head about this. I didn’t care whether he fucked me slow, hard, or rough, or whether he lasted thirty seconds. I just wanted him to be my first. To feel him inside me.

He soon melted into the kiss, lowering his entire body over mine and pinning me to the mattress. He was so big everywhere, so heavy, and it felt delicious. I widened my legs and let him drop between my thighs before I hooked them around his waist. He started rolling his hips into mine, dragging his erection against my clit, and I had to fight down the moans.

Oh my God, if dry humping was this hot, I’m ruined.

“Please,” I whispered against his lips. “I want to know what it feels like to have you inside me.”

He growled and knelt up, grabbed the boxers I was wearing, and tore them down my legs. His went next, and we were both naked. He dived between my legs, his tongue assaulting my clit and pussy so desperately, I had to bite on my hand to stop the cries of pleasure he was pulling out of me. He suddenly lifted his head and looked at me, making my pussy throb at the loss of contact.

“No,” he growled. “Moan for me. Cry out my name. I want to hear you. Just don’t scream.”

I gasped when his tongue flicked over my clit again. I came hard, moaning his name. My hands clawed through his hair, and my thighs shook around his head.

As I was coming down from the high, he reached into his bedside drawer and grabbed a condom, tearing it open with his teeth. He crawled up my body while I watched with fascination as he slid it over his enormous dick and then rubbed lube over it too. For a dangerous killer, he was doing everything in his power to make sure this hurt as little as possible, and it made my heart soar.

He held the base and leaned over me, staring into my eyes. “You sure you want this?”

God, yes.

I nodded, the familiar tightness in my throat rising with sudden anxiety. He pressed himself into me slowly, and it felt… tight. Too tight. His lips parted as I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and closed my eyes. It wasn’t going to fit.

Oddio, I really would die a virgin.

“Soraya.”

The sound of my name from his lips for the first time made my eyes fly open.

“Breathe. Relax, darlin’.”

He pressed his forehead to mine, holding my gaze as I breathed deeply. He applied a little more pressure to my entrance, and I sucked in another sharp breath. He held my gaze, breathing with me until the pain eased. He pushed in harder. And fuck, it burned. A loud gasp escaped me as he held himself there for a few seconds, and it felt so weird. My body wanted to push it out, as if an alien invasion were happening between my legs.

“Good girl,” he husked, brushing a curl from my eyes. “That’s the tip.”

My eyes bulged. I wished he hadn’t told me that. Oh, holy shit. I understood why he was so worried I’d scream. This was going to really, really hurt.

“You good?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at me.

I knew how I must have looked. Flushed, rosy-cheeked, with bright, innocent eyes that were probably watering without my permission. An unsure, blushing virgin. But that’s not how I felt. I was nervous, of course, but I wanted him so badly that I was willing to do anything, as long as he didn’t back out now.

I nodded. “Just… I don’t know. Push it in. Get the worst part over with.”

He eased in a little more, and my jaw dropped as he stretched me open. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Maybe I couldn’t do this after all.

“Just do it. Please,” I panicked, because I was about to lose my nerve if he didn’t.

He hooked one of his arms under my thigh, opening me up to him, and dropped his weight onto my body. He kissed me, forcing my mind off the burning sensation between my legs. Then, just when I was getting used to the feeling and relaxing, he slammed his hand over my mouth and thrust inside me.

My teeth sank into his palm, pain exploding through me because I swear he’d torn me in half. He threw his head back, jaw clenched, teeth gritted as he held himself there, shaking. Somehow, I knew he wasn’t all the way in. He glanced down at me as tears slid down my temples, and my nostrils flared with every rapid inhale because his hand was still covering my mouth.

He watched the tears dampening my face with fascination, as if it was the first time he was truly seeing someone cry without it triggering him.

“These tears…” he breathed. “They’re mine too. All of you is mine now.“ He bent down and licked the tears from my temple before slowly shifting his hips back a little and rolling them back into me. I squeezed my eyes shut as another wave of pain crashed over me.

“Fuck,” he groaned into my ear. “That’s it. You did it. That’s the worst part.”