Texting My Mafia Temptation Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
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“Shall we get out of here?” I ask.

He leans back and nods. “Yeah, you’ve seen enough.”

“It’s just…” As I slide from his lap, something tries to force my lips closed: perhaps shame, fear, regret, or something else unhelpful. Those are parts of the old Mia who had to hide behind the shield she showed the rest of the world. “Maybe we could go to our place?”

“Our place?” He stands up, smirking, his eyes getting a dreamy look. “Are you sure you don’t want to run? I wouldn’t blame you. You deserve⁠—”

I grab his shoulders and pull myself into a kiss. He groans in that hungry, Dante way, then lifts me off my feet as though I weigh nothing. The flying feeling makes me laugh, and I wrap my legs around him, grinding against him. “Don’t tell me what I deserve,” I snap. “Don’t tell me you’re not good enough or any of that. I’m choosing from now on.”

He softly places me down. “If you still want me, you’re as fucked up as me.”

“Maybe I am. Doesn’t that make us perfect for each other?”

“No, Mia. You’re the only perfect one.”

He leans down, kisses me again, then takes my hand and leads me from the restaurant. He’s probably right. There’s probably something wrong with me, but I support him. I know he’s doing the right thing for the right reasons, even if it seems so damn twisted.

He’s my man, and I’m loyal to him.

Forever.

Even if he doesn’t want it and even if it makes me panic to admit it to myself. I want him forever.

CHAPTER 24

Dante

Riding the elevator up to the apartment is so much different this time. Now, she has her hand wrapped around me, her body pressed against mine, staring up with that wild, tired, horny-as-fuck look that swells my balls with so much come.

“You look dangerous, princess,” I tell her.

She laughs as the doors ping open. This time, she walks into the apartment willingly, not running, not hating or scared of me. That’s the biggest shock of all. She still wants me.

“Dangerous?” she says, turning to me with a quick breath, her hands clasped in front of her, with another wild thrill visibly moving through her.

“Like you’re ready to cross a line…”

She walks quickly over to me, leans up, and throws her arms around me. I catch her, responding to her kiss hungrily. She tastes so good. Even better than her taste and her warmth, which make my shaft so damn hard already, is how eager she is. Gasping and moaning, she throws herself into the kiss, into the now. The future can take care of itself, but that feels like a lie.

She gasps when I pick her up.

“Are you still surprised?” I say, cradling her through the apartment toward the hallway leading to the bedroom.

“Nobody’s ever picked me up like this before,” she says. “Not that I’ve ever wanted them to…”

She clings to my neck, her nails digging in, the pressure telling me how badly she wants this. I kick open the bedroom door. The sheets are still crumpled from where I was lying earlier. She moans when I lay her down and climb on top of her, holding myself up so I don’t completely crush her but letting her feel my body—our closeness.

She strokes her hands over my back as I move my hand up her leg, over her sweats. The material is thin. I can feel the heat of her skin blazing through. The closer I get to her sweet, virgin pussy, the warmer my hand gets. She whimpers when I reach her heat, feeling her wetness through the pants.

She shifts against me. I lean back. There’s a shy note in her moans, and her eyes are wide, watching me almost carefully.

“Are you okay?” I force myself to say, ignoring the aching in my dick that roars at me to fuck her, take her hard, stretch her tight slit until she’s creaming because she wants to take more and more of me.

“Don’t stop,” she whispers, again with that dangerous look.

I press my hand down on her pussy over the sweats. She moans, moving in time with my hand as I start massaging her, rubbing her juicy, excited pussy. I move my other hand up her body, slipping it beneath her hoodie and T-shirt.

She laughs, wriggling against me. “You’re cold.”

“You’re big, perfect tits will warm me up,” I growl.

She makes my dick even stiffer when she pushes her hips against my hand like my words are making her even more excited, wanting to chase more pleasure. I slip my hand into her bra and start massaging her nipple.

“Fuck, you get perky so quickly.”

She shivers. “Your thumb feels so good. The skin-on-skin.” She shivers and touches my other hand. “Nothing between us.”

A river of precome leaks from my tip as I move my hand into her sweats. I slip beneath her underwear and slide my hand down, groaning and shaking all over when I feel how wet she is. It’s like her perfect wet pussy has been leaking all fucking night for me. My balls fell so full, my dick so goddamn hard.



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