Texting Mr. Mafia – Text Me You Love Me Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
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You better, he tells me.

CHAPTER 28

Elio

“Are you sure you don’t mind staying?” I ask Luca. We’re standing on the porch of the suburban house. As far as the neighbors know, this belongs to an elderly couple who rent it out as an Airbnb-type deal. People nod and wave to us, curious about the new visitors. We smile and wave back. They’ll never know there’s a half-dead man in the basement.

Luca shakes his head with a wry smile. “I know you’re itching to see your lady.”

I look over at the city, hazy in the setting sunlight. I’ve purposefully waited until it’s getting dark. “I just hope I don’t run into Mom.”

Luca sighs and shrugs.

“Was that a shrug?” I snap.

“We can’t hate her forever. Your lady said Mom said Dad already knew. If Dad knew, and he forgave her, then we’ll have to as well. Maybe he’s not the man he used to be, but Leonardo Marino’s opinion counts for something.”

“Of course it does,” I growl.

“Unless you think Mom’s lying? Dad didn’t really know?” He looks genuinely concerned.

“She wouldn’t have lied if it wasn’t for Russel,” I say. “It was blackmail, plain and simple. I doubt she’d lie about this.”

“Dad will be able to tell us one day,” Luca says fiercely. “I was looking online. It can take years for people to recover. He’ll get there. It’s time to get him into a proper rehab program. It’s time for you to step up as don.”

I clap Luca on the arm. “You’ve got no idea how happy that makes me, bro. That’s all I want for Dad, too. For him to get better.”

“You good?” Luca asks when I stare off at the city again.

I clench my teeth, thinking of the bastard in the basement, thinking of what he did to my woman: breaking in, shoving her against the wall, intimidating her, terrifying her. He thinks he can get away with it.

“Scarlet wants me to turn Russel over to the police. She thinks there’s been too much darkness.”

“What do you think?”

“It’s what I feel, and I feel like hitting him until I break my hand. If I could find it in me to do what she wanted, I would for her. Maybe it’d help me, too. Just a little less darkness, but I can’t.”

Luca nods slowly. I can tell he understands, even if he’s never felt this way about a woman. I can tell he’d want to do the same in my position. “Just go be with her tonight. We can handle all this tomorrow.”

Sitting in my car across the street from the apartment, I text my woman. Is your mom asleep?

Yeah, she replies. I’m in the corner bedroom. I thought it’d be best since there’s nobody in the one next door.

More heat floods into me. I’ve been solid ever since I started driving over here, thinking about her thick legs, her pink, glistening slit, and her hard, tasty clit. I know how tight she’s going to be around my shaft, her walls squeezing, needy, and desperate for the future.

Good. Start rubbing your pussy for me. Get yourself nice and wet.

Oh my God, Elio. You make me so hot when you say stuff like that.

Are you doing it?

Yes, she replies.

Tell me what you’re doing. Precome leaks hotly from the end of my dick, actual come trying to erupt out of me. Be specific, my singing angel.

I’ve got my hand between my legs, she replies. I’m stroking my clit slowly, but I’m getting quicker.

Are you getting wet for me?

Yes. Just for you. Only for you.

I can’t text anything else. My dick is pushing against my zipper like it’s going to make it explode. My balls are so damn full. Pushing the car door, I almost run across the street. After riding the elevator up, I nod to the Family man at the door, who opens it for me. No questions.

The hallways are dark. I keep it that way, moving like a big cat on a hunt, and that’s how it feels. Like all the hunger is taking hold of me, possessing me, owning me. I walk down the hallway and then push her door open.

Oh, fuck. She’s lying on top of the sheets in a baggy hoodie, like a gift ready to be unwrapped so that I can see all the beauty beneath. She’s only got her underwear on her bottom half, her hand wriggling beneath them.

She opens her eyes and stares up at me, her cheeks flushed. She’s got an almost guilty expression on her face, as though she knows that I’m the one who’s supposed to make her cream. Closing the door behind me, I stalk to the bed, kneeling down and grabbing onto her thigh.

“You’re mine,” I growl, indulging in her thick thighs, squeezing so that my fingers sink into her curviness. She sits up and clasps my face with her hands.



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