Contracted: A Dark Mafia Romance (Gangsters at War, #4) by Mel Teshco

Author:Mel Teshco
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: dark mafia romance, billionaire romance, forced proximity, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, fantasy romance, new adult romance
Publisher: Mel Teshco
Published: 2024-08-31T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Delilah

Serafino was already in bed—it was after midnight—when I climbed in beside him. My entire body twinged with aches and pain, though nothing could be half as bad as the hurt deep inside my chest. He’d taken me again in the shower, and though my body had responded with yet another orgasm, a piece of me had fractured at his aloofness.

He’d been a machine, without feeling or care, as he’d hammered inside me. I’d never felt more vulnerable, mostly because I’d yearned for the man I’d glimpsed earlier whose emotions had been accessible, a man who had shamelessly wanted all of me, not just my body.

Now he was just another mafia man, a cruel, closed man who shared nothing but his physical needs with me.

You should be glad. It will make it that much easier to walk away in the morning.

Except I was so far away from glad I was close to crying.

A frown creased his brow. “Hey, what’s wrong? If I hurt you—“

“No,” I interjected hoarsely. “I’m fine.”

But I wasn’t fine. He knew it. I knew it. I just hoped he wouldn’t push the issue because I just might break after all.

I couldn’t have been more grateful when he snaked an arm around me and drew me close, his warmth seeping into my pores and calming me, my tense muscles slowly unknotting and my breathing steadying.

“Good,” he purred next to my ear, “because my body can’t get enough of yours.”

His body, not him.

I knew the meaning behind his words. He’d use me again tonight, sate his physical needs, then he’d discard me come morning. That he’d scared off another client no longer really made any sense. He clearly had no real feelings for me.

It was odd how much that hurt. I didn’t develop feelings for any of the men I slept with, it was unprofessional and...dumb. I was usually more than willing to leave a client behind without looking back.

But I knew, deep in my heart, that Serafino would leave mental scars that mightn’t ever fully heal.

He reached between my legs and cupped my sex, using his thumb to part the petals of my sex to find the plump jewel within. I couldn’t help but groan as he pressed on it then massaged with circular little strokes that left me mewling like an alley cat.

When he tossed me onto my stomach and pushed into me from behind, I didn’t protest, not even with the burning jolt of his oversized entry. I deserved to be punished for my growing feelings toward him. I deserved to be reminded exactly what I was here for.

Then I lost all capacity for thought as he lifted my hips and slammed deeper inside me, his savagery...breathtaking.

*

I woke with the first rays of dawn light filtering through the curtains in a weak orange glow, the relentless noise of New York traffic the faintest hum thanks to what I imagined must be quality soundproofing. Serafino’s steady, even breathing tickled my nape

Not that I was dwelling on my visual or auditory senses.

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