Half a Lifetime Later—My Mafia Princess is Finally Mine
My other hand gripped her second breast rough, squeezing until she whimpered, nails digging into my scalp.
“What about this? Do you like this?” I asked against her skin, giving her another harsh pull with my mouth before letting it pop free. A red mark bloomed across her perfect curve, my mark, and I smiled down at it before biting again, harder, right beside the first.
Her back arched off the bed, her thighs trembling as she moaned, “Rino—”
“That’s mine,” I cut her off, dragging my tongue over the bite, then sinking my teeth in again, “Every ache you’re gonna feel tomorrow, you’ll remember who gave it to you.”