Page 43 of Mafia’s Dirty Secret

He guided her hands up instead. She slid her fingers into the lace and found the buds hard and tight. She knew how to do it now, he’d shown her. Stroke the tips with the tip of her finger, he’d told her, and she’d learned that she could make herself pant, even if it wasn’t quite the same as when he did it.

His hands, now free, slid under her ass to tilt her directly into his face. Long, swift strokes teased her into a breathless moan before he sucked at her clit again. One hand slid out from under her ass to tease at her folds, at the entrance that had never been invaded before. That made her shiver all over again and she breathed his name on a sigh.

His face was smooth against the tender skin of her inner thighs, his hair a silky tickle that only enhanced what he did. She was open to his stare, his to command, but all he wanted to do was please her.

Sensations swirled: pleasure, desire, curiosity, need all raged through her as his tongue worked over her. Everything whirled inside of her, and when she squeezed her nipples just a little tighter, the spark, that thing she was so eager to reach for, turned into a flame that burned through her. She lost everything then, even herself, as he sucked, and sucked, until it all exploded outward.

“Matteo…” she whispered just as pleasure shot directly into her brain, a new drug she couldn’t live without anymore. Never again would she be able to go without this wondrous substance that only Matteo could give to her.

She heard him between her thighs, a thick groan, his own heavy breathing, and wondered if he was more eager than ever, more ready than he had been before because he knew this time, he’d have all of her? That only made her go even higher, that stray thought.

Matteo moved suddenly, wrapped her legs around his waist, centered himself at her opening, and then thrust into her with one quick jerk of his hips. It wasn’t sweet and soft, it was savage, eager, and the only thing she wanted right now. She didn’t want soft and sweet, she wanted raw and real, and that’s what he gave her.

There was pain, but she’d always been an active girl, even without sports, so there wasn’t much to force his way through. It ended swiftly, the pain, and became a foreign sensation. A full sensation that she couldn’t compare to anything else.

She heard his heavy breathing go quiet as he inhaled deep and long. He’d stopped the second he was inside of her. He let her adjust, until her hand fluttered down to his, where he held her hips. He moved her legs, pulled them up over her shoulder, and moved impossibly deeper inside of her.

“Fuck you’re so tight. Take a breath, Marie, relax, and I might just get all of my cock in you.” He sounded calm, but his fingers were tight on her and she felt a shiver go through him. A slight groan from him, she breathed, and then, he moved again.

He wrapped his fingers around her wrists and held them tightly as he began to move. She couldn’t move, she was his, and she loved it. She gave herself up to every thrust he made, every withdrawal, as he moved into her, out of her, and right back in. She felt something, something good deep inside and arched her hips a little, until he hit that spot and something brand new started.

“Matteo, there, right there.” She heard him grunt and then he pushed in again, in hard, tight strokes that made her throw her head back in total surrender.

She moved with him in the end, though she didn’t realize it. Her ass pushed up to meet his hips every single time, as her inner walls pulsed around him, as the world exploded all over again. Only this time, that empty feeling she hadn’t known was there, was filled, and she made a new sound.

A sound of pure satisfaction that also sounded self-satisfied, because she was. That was oh so perfect, and she never wanted it to end.

Her nails scratched at his hands around her wrists as she came apart beneath him. That sensation of pain must have driven him over the edge because she felt him pulse within her, that same pulse she’d felt when he came in her mouth, and she gasped all over again, flew apart all over as he joined her in the bliss-filled world they’d created together.

23

The next morning Marie woke up sore, tired, and not ready to face the day. She was ready to face Matteo, though, and grinned when he brought breakfast to her.

“I know you like pancakes, so I brought you these, with sausage and maple syrup. There’s coffee and orange juice, or apple juice if you prefer.”

“Thank you,” she said and pulled her head back when he leaned down to kiss her. She put an extra kiss on his cheek as he pulled away to put the tray over her lap.

“Today, I’m yours all day long, Marie. I know you’ll want to be at the hospital, so I’ve cleared my schedule. I’ve also made it clear that your mother is to get whatever care she needs, whether her insurance will cover it or not.”

He didn’t expect thanks, she knew that, but she said it anyway.

“She’s your mother, Marie. You love her. I couldn’t do anything for my mother, but maybe I can for yours.”

Marie doubted anything would help her mother now. She’d felt it yesterday, her mother was done. Ruby had been trapped in that bed for years now, she had no real life anymore, not like the one she’d lived. She’d given up, now that Marie could stand up on her own two feet. She was ready to go. Not even Marie’s pleas or Matteo’s money would keep her here anymore.

“She’s done, I think, Matteo. She’s had a hard life, and she’s tired. I don’t think anyone or anything can save her now.”

“I understand that. I’ll be there for you, though, no matter what. I want you to know that.”

“I’m glad.”

She ate her breakfast, they showered, dressed, and left for the hospital. A pang of guilt lanced through her when she saw her mother’s lifeless body on the bed. Instead of staying here with her mother last night, she’d been making love with Matteo. There was nothing she could do about it now but stay right here with her mother, until she either woke up or passed on.

She thought she loved Matteo, she felt it in her bones, so she let the guilt wash away. She’d needed the comfort he gave her, and it had been beautiful, beyond words. She’d wanted that feeling to last forever, and it mixed with the grief she felt now. Later, she could have his love, for now, she needed to focus on Ruby. He knew that. That’s why he’d brought her here, and told her he’d stay with her.

She sat at her mother’s bedside, took her still-rigid hand, and breathed deeply. Ruby’s breathing wasn’t so labored, but it was barely there now. Her skin had a gray pallor to it that was enhanced by a dryness that lotion couldn’t fix. This was her body trying to protect itself. All the energy, liquid, vital nutrients that she got were going directly to her organs and nowhere else.

Marie might not have had much of an education, but she read a lot. She knew about her mother’s condition, what would happen as her body began to shut down. She knew the science of it all, but that didn’t help the grief she felt.