God Of Vengeance (Kings Of Mafia)

I startle awake when I’m picked up off the bed.

Grabbing hold of broad shoulders, it takes me a few seconds before I realize Damiano’s carrying me out of my room.

“You’re home,” I say, my voice hoarse with sleep.

“Hmm…” he grumbles.

He stalks into his suite and places me on the bed before he goes to shut the door. The room is dark, but I can see as he comes back to bed.

He lies down beside me, then orders, “Turn on your side. Back to me.”

I do as I’m told, and when his arms wrap around me, and I feel his face press against the back of my neck, a wide smile spreads over my mouth.

I hear him take a deep breath before he lets it out slowly, then his body shudders. An intense energy pours from him, filling the air with tension.

“Are you okay?”

Not saying anything, he only nods.

Needing to hold him, I turn around, and wrapping my arms around his neck, I nudge him to tuck his face beneath my chin.

Brushing my hand over his hair, I press a kiss to his temple.

His arms tighten around me, and he presses closer to me.

I throw my leg over his and try to engulf him with my smaller body.

With one of my hands in his hair, I let the other gently brush up and down his back.

He shudders again, and I feel how the tension in his body eases a little.

He just needs to decompress from whatever hell he faced the past two weeks.

In the darkness, I become a safe space for him, and it makes a new emotion fill my chest.

It’s feral, an instinct to protect what’s mine.

I press another kiss to his temple and hold him as if he’s my most precious possession.

It takes almost an hour before the tension in the air fades away. Damiano presses a kiss to my throat, and lifting his head, his eyes meet mine.

I reach for the remote control on the bedside table and switch on the lights. After dimming them slightly, I set the remote down again.

My eyes lock on Damiano’s, and I say, “Let me look at you.”

“I’m fine,” he murmurs.

“Hmm…” I grumble at him.

My eyes flit over his chest, and when I don’t see any wounds, I look at his face.

Lifting my hand to his jaw, I say, “You must be so tired.”

He turns his head and presses a kiss to my palm, then his body pushes mine back as he crawls over me.

I have to open my legs to accommodate his hips, while my hands settle on either side of his neck.

For a moment, Damiano just lies down on top of me, his eyes drifting over my face with an emotion I haven’t seen before.

The look in his gaze finds an echo in my chest, and not wanting to disturb the moment, I whisper, “What are you thinking about?”

“You.”

The corners of my mouth lift slightly. “What about me?”

“I hate people.”

A frown forms on my forehead from the sudden change in topic, but then he says, “Usually, I need to be alone so I can recharge,” he shakes his head, “but not with you.”

My smile widens again, and lifting my head, I press a soft kiss to his lips. “I’m happy to hear that.”

His eyes just drift over my face, and I realize he’s looking at me with wonder.

As if I’m a miracle.

Damiano’s features are always expressionless or angry, but as I stare up at him, I watch as emotion after emotion plays out on his face.

My heart starts to beat faster when his dark eyes fill with a tenderness that makes me want to cry, then he whispers, “At fucking first sight.”

“What?”

“I fell for you the moment I saw you,” he admits. “So fucking hard.” His features grow serious again. “Don’t use it against me.”

I quickly shake my head, and thinking he needs to hear the words, I say, “You’re safe with me.” I lift my head again, giving him another tender kiss. “I’ll never betray you.”

Because I know he’ll kill me if I do. Whether he cares about me or not. It’s the code we live by.

Our eyes lock, then he says, “I hope I’m the first.”

“First to what?” I whisper.

“To say the words to you.”

“Which ones?”

He braces his arm beside my head, and his other hand brushes over my cheek.

For the longest moment, his eyes burn into mine. My heart beats faster and faster.

“I love you, Gabriella.”

My eyebrows draw together because it’s the last thing I expected to hear from him. I thought he was just going to say he cares.

But love?

So quickly?

He must see the questions on my face because he explains, “It was instant for me. I tried to ignore it, but we both know that didn’t work.”

I let out a chuckle.

Then it sinks in hard and fast – Damiano loves me.

My voice trembles as I ask, “Can you say it again?”

The corner of his mouth lifts. “I love you, mia regina.”

The words soak into my bones, filling me with a warmth I’ve never experienced before. It feels safe and as if I’ve finally found a place where I truly belong.

I’ve found my home.

“Am I the first?” he asks.

I nod, not trusting my voice right now.

“Good,” he sighs before he lowers his head to claim my lips.

The kiss starts out slow as if Damiano’s taking his time to show me how he feels. But as the seconds pass, the need grows between us, and he becomes impatient.

His tongue lashes at mine, and when his teeth tug at my bottom lip, his hand moves away from my face, and he suddenly ends the kiss.

He crawls down my body, and taking hold of my shorts, he tugs them off of me.

I quickly remove my cami while he shoves his sweatpants down.

When we’re both naked, he pushes my legs open. I still feel self-conscious, but the emotion quickly turns to surprise when Damaino kisses the inside of my thigh.

“Time to taste you, mia regina,” he groans right before his tongue sweeps over my clit.

My body jerks from the foreign sensation as I gasp.

Then he starts to suck and lap at me as if I’m the best ice cream he’s ever tasted.

My eyes almost roll into the back of my head from the incredible pleasure he creates between my thighs.

Somehow, my hands find his hair, and my hips start to swivel. I keep gasping through the amazing sensations, my abdomen tightening and tightening until it feels like fireworks explode through my body.

“Damiano!” I cry, my body convulsing as the orgasm tears through me with a relentless potency.

His mouth leaves my clit, and soon I feel his cock press against my entrance.

I don’t have any time to prepare before he enters me partially. Another hard thrust buries him so deep inside me that I feel impossibly full.

Damiano braces his forearm beside my head again and lets out a groan as he grinds his pelvis against mine.

There’s a mixture of pain and pleasure, and it’s overstimulating.

Breaths explode over my lips, and our eyes meet.

“Christ,” he whispers. “You feel so good.”

I wrap my arms around him and let my palms brush over his broad shoulders, loving the feel of his muscles.

Surprisingly Damiano keeps his hips still with his cock buried inside me. His head lowers, and he peppers my jaw and throat with kisses.

His hand cups my breast, and his touch quickly grows rougher, then he ducks his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth.

My back arches, and my fingers dig into his skin as a moan slips from me.

Lifting his head, his eyes search mine. “You good?”

I nod quickly. “Yes.” When his hand brushes down my side, I breathe, “More than good.”

His fingers grip my hip, and as he pulls out, I feel a slight burn from the friction.

Damiano slams back into me, my body jerking from the force, making air explode over my lips.

When he thrusts impossibly hard into me again, I whimper, “Dio.”

“You can handle me, mia regina,” he growls. “I know you can.”

I nod quickly, and needing to hold onto him, I wrap my arms and legs around him.

Somehow, he sinks even deeper into me, and he snaps, “Christ!”

He sucks in a desperate breath, and his eyes find mine, intense need burning in them.

“I’m okay,” I assure him. “You don’t have to hold back.”

His mouth slams against mine, and he pulls out slowly before slamming into me again.

I feel the moment Damiano loses control. The kiss turns wild as hell, and he starts to move fast and hard, claiming me with the violent power that makes him the most feared man in our world.

He’s rough, and his features are carved from stone as he breaks the kiss, his eyes locking on my face.

The pain keeps mixing with pleasure, and my hips instinctively begin to move, meeting him thrust for thrust.

A savage expression fills his eyes, and there’s a split second where it makes fear ghost through my chest before my abdomen tightens and pleasure dances just within my reach.

“Mine.” The word rumbles deep from his chest, and when I nod, he hammers into me until his body suddenly loses all strength, and he slumps down on me.

“Dio,” I whimper as my hips keep moving, my clit desperately working to reach my orgasm.

Damiano pulls out and enters me at a different angle, and I lose all control of my body.

When a cry tears from me, he hits the same spot three more times, and I cling to him as the most intense pleasure I’ve ever experienced completely overwhelms me.

Holy crap. So good.

I can only sob against his neck, and it takes longer than before for the pleasure to start fading.

When my senses return, Damiano’s holding me so tight, it borders on painful.

Only our rushed breaths fill the air, his cock still buried deep inside me, his body pushing mine into the mattress.

Unexpectedly, a sob bursts from me as emotions fill my chest.

Once again, I realize Damiano Falco belongs to me, and no one will ever dare to hurt me again.

He peppers my face with kisses, his lips catching the single tear that escapes before I’m able to regain control over my emotions.

And I realize it’s safe for me to care about him.