I Saved the Mafia Boss—Now I'm His Obsession. novel Chapter 48

Madeleine

𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡

There was nothing else but him and this and the way he made me feel.

The aftershocks still trembled through me when his hands gripped my hips before I could catch my breath, he was turning me onto all fours, the sheets soft against my knees and hands. I felt exposed, wanton, the cool air kissing my damp skin as he positioned himself behind me.

"Stay just like that,” he said, his hand stroking down my spine.

Then I felt him close. Too close. His breath brushed the sensitive skin between my thighs, and I froze, shivering from the inside out.

“Fuck, look at you,” he murmured and I realized how close he was, “So pretty like this, all spread out for me.”

I whimpered, burying my face in the sheets, unable to meet his words.

I was already trembling. My face was burning. Everything felt too much, his voice, the air, the way the cool room kissed my skin where I was bare and wet and embarrassingly open.

His thumbs hooked into the crease of my thighs, spreading me wider and I could feel his stare, hot and hungry. It made my cheeks burn, my heart stutter. I wanted to hide.

“Your pussy is so perfect, you know that?” his tongue dragged slow and flat up my seam, and my elbows nearly buckled, “Such a perfect little thing...”

I gasped and I almost collapsed right there, but he caught me with one arm looped around my thigh, holding me up with terrifying ease.

My fingers scrambled for the sheets. “W-wait, I—Adriano—” I tried to close my legs, panicked by how intimate it felt, how exposed I was.

He made a real, low sound from deep in his chest as he pried me open again. I flushed from head to toe. Another lick, slower this time, his nose nudging against me, as he tasted me. I whimpered, my fingers twisting into the sheets.

I turned my face into the mattress, embarrassed by how loud I was, by how needy I sounded. I couldn't stop shaking.

He groaned into me, like I was driving him insane, not the other way around.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he said, and then his mouth sealed over my clit and I saw stars.

I cried out, some pathetic, high sound I didn’t recognize coming from my own throat. He didn’t stop, just sucked harder, tongue flicking fast. The tension spiraling tight and tighter until I didn’t know how I was still breathing.

I reached down to push him away—not because I wanted to, but because I couldn’t take it—but he caught my wrist with one hand and slammed it back onto the mattress.

My thighs shook. My vision blurred. It was too much, too good, too intense, too... embarrassing.

“Please,” I gasped. I didn’t even know what I was begging for.

I wanted to close my legs, to twist away, to cover myself somehow but I couldn’t. I was trying not to make noise, trying to stay quiet, but I couldn’t stop the sounds spilling out of me.

“Ah—Adriano—” I gasped, burying my face deeper into the sheets.

He groaned against me. The sound of it vibrated through me like a shock. Then he pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against my skin.

“Fuck, you're dripping all over my face,” he rasped, “Such a good girl for me. Taste just as sweet as your sound.”

My whole body shuddered. I tried to move again, just a little, just to turn away from how filthy it felt to be like this—but his arm came around my waist fast and hard, holding me down.

“Don’t,” he growled. “Stay still.”

Then his hand slid up my belly, fingers grazing my ribs, and he grabbed one breast, pinching my nipple between his fingers. I cried out, high and helpless. At the same moment, his mouth latched onto my clit again, this time harder, his teeth catching just enough to make my spine arch.

“Oh Lord—” I gasped, eyes squeezing shut, forehead pressed to the bed.

It was too much.

I could feel it coming again, this second orgasm winding up like a spring deep inside me. His tongue flicked over me, then back inside, then up again to suck hard and I couldn’t hold it.

Then he grazed that perfect spot with his teeth, and I broke. My whole body locked up, toes curling, thighs trembling violently as the orgasm tore through me. My vision whited out. I let out some messy, broken sound that didn’t even feel like mine. He kept licking, slower now, but he didn’t stop, not even when I whimpered from the sensitivity.

Every nerve in me was buzzing. I slumped forward, shaking, too spent to move.

And then, he slapped my ass hard.

I yelped, more shocked than hurt, jerking forward but he grabbed my hips and dragged me right back.

I was still gasping, my body trembling, face pressed into the sheets. My skin felt hot and cold at the same time. I couldn’t stop shaking.

Then I felt him again, his big hands smoothing over the back of my thighs, slower now, like he was soothing, like he was trying to calm himself too.

His palm skimmed up my back, then down again, fingers brushing my spine.

I flinched when he touched between my legs again, too sensitive but he only cupped me gently, spreading me open with care.

"You're okay," he murmured softly almost like he was talking to a skittish animal. "Shhh... just breathe for me."

I tried. My throat was tight. My heart was still racing. I turned my face just enough to breathe in cooler air, my cheek damp from the sheets. I hated how wrecked I must’ve looked, messy hair, flushed skin, eyes glassy but I couldn’t bring myself to move.

Then I felt the bed shift. He moved up behind me, closer, pressing a kiss to the small of my back, just one, then another, higher this time.

"You did so good, baby," he whispered.

His arms slid around my waist, and he pulled me gently back into him, cradling me against his chest.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked quietly.

I shook my head, still not trusting my voice. His fingers traced lazy lines over my stomach, up to my chest, then back down again.

I waited until his breathing evened out. His arm was still draped around my waist, holding me there like I was something he didn’t plan on letting go of.

I needed a minute. Just a minute to breathe, to wrap my head around the fact that I’d actually done all that... with Adriano. My body still ached in places I didn’t know could ache, my skin hot everywhere he’d touched.

I shifted slowly, inch by inch, trying to untangle myself from him but I should’ve known better. His hand clamped down fast around my wrist before I could even lift a finger.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he murmured.

“I just…” I cleared my throat, heat blooming across my cheeks. “I was gonna clean up. Maybe get some water.”

He kissed my temple and it was almost absent-minded then rose from the bed like he hadn’t just wrecked me. He was still fully dressed, not even a hair out of place, while I was a flushed, messed up and didn't even know where my clothes were.

I curled in on myself, pulling the covers up to my chin the second he stepped out. My body still hummed from him, and yet all I could think about was hiding.

He returned a moment later with a chilled bottle of water in his hand. He sat on the edge of the bed, unscrewed the cap, and held it out to me like it was the most normal thing in the world.

I took it, careful not to let our fingers touch. The cold water soothed my throat, but it did nothing for the ache in my chest.

I kept my eyes down, “You... didn’t think I was weird?”

He reached out, brushing a piece of hair behind my ear, his thumb grazing my cheek as he studied me. His brows lifted slightly.

“Weird?” he echoed.

I didn’t answer, just looked down at the sheets, at the way my fingers clutched the bottle. Carlos’s voice echoed in my head. Those stupid texts I never should’ve read flashed in my mind.

He was quiet for a long second.

Then he leaned in and pressed a kiss to my cheek, it was so unexpectedly gentle it made my throat tighten.

“Madeleine,” he said, “the only weird thing is how long it took for me to get you in my bed.”

My lips parted. I didn’t know if I was about to laugh or gasp but nothing came out. I followed his gaze down to where his pants were still tented, and my breath caught again. I bit my lip, suddenly shy all over again.

“I feel like Carlos…” I blurted before I could stop myself.

He raised a brow, amused. “How so?”

“It was always about him,” I said, barely above a whisper. “Everything. He didn’t really care how I felt or if I... you know. And now it was just—” I paused, eyes flicking away from his. “It was all about me. I don't want to be like that. I don’t want to be selfish in bed.”

Adriano exhaled through his nose, something between a laugh and a sigh. He glanced down at the strain in his pants and gave a slow shake of his head.

“You weren’t selfish. “You’re just not ready for what comes next. If I’d taken it any further, I would’ve lost control. And I don’t want to do that. Not with you. Not yet anyway," he said.

“Why not?” I asked, heart thudding.

His jaw flexed, “Because I’d scare you.”

I smiled softly, shaking my head. “You don’t scare me.”

His gaze lifted to mine, darker now. He didn’t smile back.

“You will be scared if I let you see me like that, sunshine.”

“I think it would take a lot for me to be scared of you, Adriano,” I whispered.

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