Book Cover By: @writermarie__
Five years after a night of forbidden passion, a powerful mafia Don's violent pursuit of a debt leads him back to the enigmatic dancer unaware that she holds a secret that could shatter his empire: his heir.
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🔞Lyric🔞
I don't know how we ended up here but one minute we were feeding each other the pasta Tristian terribly made and the next, he was fucking me against the wall in the shower.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as he pounded into me, my back pressed against the cold tile, my legs dangling in the air as he holds me up by gripping my ass. His hair was soaking wet from the steaming hot water falling down his body, giving his features a more exotic look when he looks up at me with hooded, sexy grey eyes.
"You feel so good baby," he purrs, biting his head into my neck. "You're so damn tight."
The hot water cascaded over us, plastering my hair to my face, but I didn't care. All that mattered was the way Tristian felt inside me, the raw power of his thrusts, the animalistic sounds he was making. He was usually so controlled, so composed, but in moments like this, the real Tristian emerged, the one that lived beneath the tailored suits and calculated decisions. The one that belonged only to me.
"Tristian," I gasped, my voice thick with lust. "Fuck, you feel so good."
He chuckled, a low, guttural sound that vibrated against my skin. "You like that, baby? You like the way I fuck you?"
"Yes," I moaned, arching my back to meet his thrusts. "Don't stop."
He definitely didn't stop. He picked up the pace, his body a force of nature against mine. The water swirled around our feet, the steam fogging the glass door, creating a private world, just for us. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, urging him closer, wanting to absorb him completely.
"Tell me what you want, baby," he growled, his breath hot against my ear.
"I want you," I breathed, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "I want all of you."
He obliged, driving into me harder, faster, until I was a screaming, writhing mess of pleasure. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire, alight with sensation. I was teetering on the edge, about to fall into the abyss of pure ecstasy.
"Tristian, I'm close," I managed to choke out.
"Let go, baby," he urged, his voice rough with passion. "Let go for me."
And I did. I surrendered completely, letting the waves of pleasure wash over me, carrying me away. I screamed his name, again and again, as my body convulsed in release. He kept going, relentlessly, until he found his own release, a primal roar escaping his lips as he emptied himself inside me.
We stood there, panting and breathless, clinging to each other for support. The water continued to pour down, washing away the sweat and the evidence of our passion. Finally, he pulled back slightly, his grey eyes searching mine as he lets me down on my feet.
