SINFULLY LOVED: Dark Mafia Romance by Ambra Kerr

Author:Ambra Kerr [Kerr, Ambra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-09-29T18:30:00+00:00

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From my first waking moment, I knew I had made a mistake. A big mistake. It was not the headache that throbbed behind my temples nor the unbearable heat in the small hut. The alcohol had nothing to do with it. But the woman on whose chest my head rested had a lot to do with it. Who had her arm wrapped around my shoulders. Whose sensual scent settled in my nose and now scolded me a fool because it was undoubtedly not Rina who lay under me, but Dea, who still slept peacefully.

Last night she had given me hell for it. And all because she had pressed her sweet, firm ass into my loins and torn my patience into little snippets.

I hated myself for the satisfaction in my chest and for feeling reasonably comfortable, even though we were both sweaty against each other and my mouth was bone dry. However, I had made a mistake.

How did I get out of this without it getting weird? Without offending her – after all, I could have ended it at any time. Instead, I had enjoyed it and completely lost myself in how good it felt to feel her body around my cock and know that I alone was eliciting all those glorious sounds from her.

How she had reacted to my rough touches. How she… merda. This was the third unplanned erection since I had known her. Gradually it became annoying.

Carefully, I lifted my head and put some distance between us. Where had I thrown my damn clothes?

It had happened. And I remembered every second of it vividly. Merda. My body related to the memory of it very well, too. My cock twitched as I thought about fucking her mouth and again as I mentally moved to the feeling that had spread through me like a forest fire when I had finally penetrated her.

Merda. She was so willing. So compliant. So careful not to make a mistake that would cause me to call it all off. That damn bitch knew full well that I was haunted by my wife's ghost and had done everything she could to get around it. Like a witch who had unsuspectingly wrapped me around her finger.

Maybe I should go from raggio di sole to calling her maga or strega. Strega malvagia was even more appropriate when I revisited the night with her.

Dea had crept under my protective armor without me noticing. I had, mistakenly, believed to have the situation and her under control. Nothing happened without my knowledge.

How stupid I had been, I realized now as I sat next to her on the mattress and let my gaze wander over her body. Over her hair and her face. When she slept, she seemed so angelic. Over her perfect breasts, the curves and the flat belly that merged into her hips and ended with this fucking magical place that still attracted me and wanted to persuade me to push her legs apart, lie down between them and wake her up from sleep with my tongue.

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