Secret Babies for the Italian Mafia Boss: A Dark Mafia Secret Baby Romance (Possessive Mafia Kings Book 3) by Rosalie Rose

Author:Rosalie Rose [Rose, Rosalie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mafia romance
Publisher: Rosalie Rose
Published: 2023-01-11T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Luca

Her walls are paper thin.

I hear everything.

Every breath. Every groan. Every whimper.

And then, she says my name, and I lose it. I run to the bathroom door and press my ear against it, unzip my pants, and I stroke myself to every groan I hear being echoed in the four walls of that bathroom.

I look down, watching my cock pump into my fist. Heat blooms, a fever growing across my skin, and it’s because of Camilla. A drop of pre-come gathers at the slit, and I use it as lube, slicking my cock and wishing the wetness I feel was her pussy wrapped around every fucking inch of me.

“Camilla,” I whisper her name, pressing my head against the door as she climbs higher, her voice carrying her pleasure, a song I want to hear on repeat forever, and I soak it in.

My fist clenches against the door, and when the lust builds, my lips part, and my breathing becomes erratic. I tighten the grip on my cock, fucking myself harder, imagining her tight cunt, and when I hear her final shout, signaling her orgasm hit her, I fall into a blissful abyss.

I cup my hand over the tip and turn my head to bite my arm as I come. I can’t hold in the groan and half fucking sob that leaves me as I dream of filling her depths with every drop. I catch all of my evidence so she has no idea that while she pleased herself, I was right here wishing we could do it together.

The shower turns off, and I push from the door, hurrying down the hall to the kitchen to wash my hands.

“Damn it,” I curse as I tuck myself into my pants.

I didn’t make her snack.

I got sidetracked.

The door opens, and I hold my breath, turning on the sink so it sounds like I’m doing something productive instead of catching my breath.

“Is everything okay, Luca?”

Fuck, I can still hear how breathless she is from her orgasm.

I swallow, my cock swelling in my pants again. “I’m just preparing a snack for you, as I said. Everything is fine. Get dressed and come to the living room.”

“Okay,” she says, unsure.

She’s so close, only steps away, getting undressed. She’s pure temptation, a living memory created to haunt me.

I’m completely haunted by our past and lost in the daydream of our future.

Opening her fridge, I gather some fruit, veggies, cheese, a jar of olives, and pickles. An idea forms, and I study her sauces, noticing special gourmet jams. Placing everything on her linoleum countertop, which I’ll fix, only the best granite for my Beautiful Girl, I searched for the cutting board.

It takes a few minutes to chop and slice; then, every piece has perfect placement on the wooden board. Noticing a baguette near the microwave, I cut that too and toast it in the toaster oven sitting to the left of the stove.

“Perfect.” I grab two sparkling cans of water from the fridge and head into the living room, preparing the coffee table for her feast.

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