The Mafia Lord And His Forbidden Princess

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at the bathroom door for minutes and th

e had felt more pain than she had been letting on. How could I be so daft? I should have

ned. Rose stepped out wearing a robe, her face pale and eyes pu

ad never comforted a woman, no

bed, but remained at a safe distance from me as if that would prote

I hated the look of sha

said, her vo

oned. “You’re older than eig

ned. “I shoul

e you aren’t eighteen.” I could not stop cursing myself

er to her, and it was written all over her face. It mattered

, Rose?” The name made

hink it wou

e this alwa

ll high and mighty abou

Trust me, taking your virginity doesn’t make me feel high and mighty.” I g

r voice was lace

the bed, far out of my grasp. There was something about her eyes that kep

ave sex wi

join her, given the sound being soft and melodious, I co

.” Seeing me nod, s

st do

mething. Men like you usuall

I wanted my wife to be the fir

her laughter once again. This time, I clung to a smile. She threw h

hose ex is in one of these rooms

ed her mo

ds on her knees and began, “First of all, ew! I don’t want to imagine Bella and Adonis doing the devil’s tango. And also, I wasn’t laughi

irgin? Do you stipulate some kind of settlement with the parents? Like, ‘if your daughter i

rom the tone of her voice, it was evident how unpleas

am?” She looked away. I sniggered. “This bothers you, doesn’t it? Getting married t

ike the type to just settle down and bear children for a man? I like to fight, go ou

he figured it out? Or got furious at her? This was the reality of our cruel

tomorrow,” I mumbled, pacing toward her. He

loosened.

tween them. Looking down at her, I whispered, “Y

eyes falling on my naked chest—at the Omerta tattoo, a brandin

not a virgin anymore, and not havin

h my briefs. Her eyes zeroed at the sight of my length. The ting

hurting her but I wanted her. She wanted me,

ng her robe aside. She was naked underneath—a view I could watch all day. Her neck. The collarbon

her nerves tickling under my smooth touch. She closed her e

ce in the crook of her neck, sucking

body closer. Her perky nipples rubbing against my chest sent shivers down my spine. Her

someone else with

rior ones we had had. Her lips had swollen. Her eyes remained on mine as I moved my hand down the mound of he

ve magical hands,” I s

ibbled on my lower lip and ground her hips to th

iffened, a look of horror tainting her face. “It won’t hurt,” I said si

ad loosened her channel a bit, but it had not reduced the pain of the penetration. I licked the soft spot

our heartbeats in tune and our bodies sweaty. Ou

ption?” I asked. Her face went bl

he wallet in my slacks. Tearing it open, I sheathed my erection with the rubbe

y cock at her entrance and slowly slid in. Her hands around my s

l I was fully inside her. Her walls clamped ar

hurt?”

t feels weird... full. I don

t me know if i

ould. She kept her eyes open and watched me as if she was trying to study me. Wit

pths of desire and lust. Passion? Maybe it was yet to evade her, but for now, w

like to truly be overwhelmed by the need, to have every nerve in your body quaking at the rhythms. With

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pit of my stomach tightening. Her orgasm coursed through h

rubbed my nape with her delicate fingers

. I could listen to her moans, make her tremble and worship her like a goddess every fucking

l man who needed to fee