AUCTIONED TO HER DAD’S MAFIA ENEMIES: A MAFIA AGE-GAP REVERSE HAREM ROMANCE (AUCTIONED SERIES Book 4)

PLAY WITH ME

Aemelia is my first sweet little virgin, and the feeling of claiming her, of being her only, chases my heart between my ribs.

Her body is so small and lithe beneath mine, her tight pussy almost too much for me to bear. She cries out as I thrust inside her hard enough to break through her hymen, and I feel it tear as she whimpers. I kiss her mouth, stroke her face, and try to soothe away the pain as she stares up at me like she doesn’t quite believe what is happening. I don’t believe it, either.

I rise onto my knees to look at the place we’re joined, and the sight of me buried deep inside her unravels me. My hands shake where they grip her hips, and she trembles beneath me. A streak of blood runs along the condom and I wince at her pain, slowing my movements.

“Are you okay?”

“Antonio,” she whispers. “Yes.” Her voice is the only thing that can cut through the daze I’m in. I rest my hand over her belly as I slowly withdraw, feeling the invasion of my body into hers through her flesh. I take her hand and press it under mine. “Feel that,” I say. “Feel me move inside you.”

She closes her eyes, and her lips part as I slowly draw myself in and out.

“How?” she gasps. “You’re so…”

“Big, and you’re so…”

“Full,” she says.

Full. Yes. Full of me.

I slick my thumb over my tongue and press it to her clit, feeling it swell as I tease in slow circles, lost in the tightness of her body around mine. Lost in a moment I could never have predicted. My throat burns with wanting her, even though I have her. She’s mine at this moment, but after…

She touches my chest, her fingers drifting down over the scars on my body, the war-wounds this underworld life has tarnished me with. Her brow furrows, like touching them causes her pain, and I lower myself over her so she doesn’t have to look at them anymore. “Kitten,” I whisper, grazing her lips with mine, rubbing the tip of my nose over hers. “You make me ache.”

It’s the truth. I was dead inside, and then she came into my life, and all I can think about, all I want, all I need, is her.

Her arms go around my back, drawing me closer. Her legs spread wider to accommodate our closer contact, her feet pressing to my ass, urging my thrusts harder than I thought she could take. I grind into her, and she moans, and I lick her neck, tasting the saltiness of her skin, marking her like an animal.

When she cries out like she’s in pain, I stop moving, only to feel the rippling clasp of her pussy around me, and the knowledge that I gave her such pleasure for the first time tears away the last of my restraint. I move inside her, using her body, desperate to drive myself into the oblivion I know is coming.

I gather her in my arms so there’s no space between our slick bodies, and when I come, it’s with a cry that could wake the dead from their graves.noveldrama

Luca and Alexis will have heard us both. They’ll know it’s done.

I’ve taken something I never should have wanted. Stolen something that should never have been mine. Turned Aemelia Lambretti from an innocent girl into a woman. Marked her with my body and given her my soul.

Her voice is now rich and throaty when she says. “So that’s what sex is like. Now I understand why people make such a fuss about it.” And I smile against her neck as she touches the short hair at my nape, her pulse still hammering in her throat.

“You’re a woman now,” I say, bringing her hand to my lips.

“I was a woman before, Antonio. The only difference now is that I’m a woman who brought Antonio Venturi to his knees.”

I bark a laugh. As she stares at the ceiling, her face lights up with a wide, pleased smile.

“You did,” I tell her. “But it wasn’t the sex that did it. From the moment I saw you, I was ruined.”

She twists to look at me better, and her dark eyes are soft. “Antonio Venturi. I never would have imagined you were such a romantic.”

“I’m Sicilian. We’re born with nothing but passion in our veins.”

“Passion, yes, but sweetness?”

“I eat a lot of cannoli.” I pat my trim belly, and she laughs, stroking my cheek, my brow, my temple. It’s been a long time since I let a woman close to me like this, and it feels good in a bone-deep way I don’t want to lose.

“Do you like Maryland?” I ask as my mind becomes a runaway train.

“It’s nice,” she says. “Safer than here.”

“The people?”

“We live outside of Baltimore, but there’s a big Italian American community there.”

“But you miss this city?” The hope in my voice is pathetic and needy.

Her expression turns serious. “I don’t know, Antonio. This city… it comes with a sickness that makes it impossible for people like us to escape. All I wanted was to waitress enough to feed my family and look where I’ve ended up.”

“In my arms,” I say, my hope turning bitter.

“That’s not what I meant.”

I know what she means. She’s fallen into a hole of her father’s making, unable to escape the ripples of the past. “You wouldn’t have to worry about that with us,” I say.

“Us?” Her eyes search my face.

“How I feel about you, Aemelia. What I want. My brothers feel the same.”

She blinks a few times and then closes her eyes. “It’s easy for a man to want a woman’s body,” she says.

I take her face in my hand, gripping hard enough to make her open her eyes. “If we wanted a body, Aemelia, there are others who come with far less complication.”

“Luca wants to break me, and Alexis wants to make me beg,” she whispers.

“And what do you want, my sweet girl?”

It takes her a long time to answer and when she does, I feel as though my heart will break. “Love,” she says softly. “The kind of love that will burn cities to keep me safe. I’ve spent my whole life fighting my own battles, and I’m tired, Antonio. So damned tired. I don’t want to fight anymore.”

“Then let us do the fighting for you, sweet girl. Let us be that for you.”

She smiles a watery smile, and I hold my breath for her answer, wanting more than anything to keep her and never let her go. “Maybe.”

“There’s no maybe, kitten. You can fight me, scream at me, hate me. I’ll still hold you when you cry. You can push me away, but I’ll always come back. I’m not a man who walks away from what’s his.”

I kiss her, deeply and possessively, wanting to make her see how twisted up I am over her and she moans, her fingers tugging my arm and my back. When I pull back to gaze down at her pretty face, she shivers, and I suddenly remember my gift, relieved to have another way of showing her I care. I reach for the bag, finding her staring at my half-hard dick with fascination. I get the feeling she’s had no experience of a man’s body before mine.

“I got you something,” I say, pulling out the robe. She smiles and reaches for it, bringing the soft fabric to her chest and pressing her chin into it.

She smiles shyly. “This is perfect, thank you.”

I help her push her arms into the sleeves, but she leaves it untied, her body still bared for my touch, and I gather her into my arms, holding her close, kissing her softly, wanting to make the moments after something she’ll remember. Because as much as I want to keep her, I know what the world is like.

The people we love who we wish could be with us forever can be taken from us when we least expect it.