Made for Him: A Mafia Baby Romance by Rae Lynn Blaise Read Free Book Online

that ass is like when it’s all hot and pink and stinging.”
    Fuck yes, you are , I want to say, but I’m trembling so much now that I can’t even try to force the words out.
    He unzips his pants and lets them fall to the floor, and then I’m rewarded with him naked in the bright light of the afternoon. I long to touch those hard, muscular thighs, dusted with the same dark hair that trails down from his navel to his cock, which bobs thickly in the air as he crawls onto the bed.
    “Open your legs,” he commands, and they fall open, just like that.
    God, who have I become? I think of how disgusted Nate was when he found my vibrator, how he only wanted to have sex in the dark, in complete silence. A small giggle catches in my throat when I think about how appalled he’d be if he saw me now.
    “What’s so funny?” Matteo asks, reaching down and sliding a finger inside me. He doesn’t do it to make me feel good, he puts it in to make sure that I’m wet enough, and then satisfied, he pulls it out. With no other preamble, he grabs my hips and shoves roughly inside.
    For a moment, I see nothing. Just static. He’s so big, so thick , that my body has to stretch and adjust to him to take him in, even with as ready as I am. He pulls out to the tip and then thrusts home again, and this time I take him all the way to the hilt.
    I shudder—discomfort and my building orgasm tangling together—and he grunts as he repeats the movement. “Yeah, that’s it,” he mutters to himself. “That’s what I needed.” His eyes close for a moment and then open again, and those blue irises zero in on me. “I asked you a question earlier, sweetheart. What was so funny?”
    It seems so stupid now, but Matteo’s dick is the only thing I can focus on or think about and so I can’t find the mental faculty to demur or lie. So I tell the truth. “I was thinking about my ex-boyfriend.”
    A whiplash of anger cuts across Matteo’s face and his eyes grow dark and furious. In an instant, he’s on his knees, lifting my hips up to meet his insatiable need, and it’s so deep like this, so deep and painful, except that my nipples are harder than ever and my clit is throbbing like a thing about to burst.
    “You’re thinking about your ex?” he growls. “Are you thinking about him right now?”
    “No, no, I—”
    He stabs his cock in deeper. “What about now?”
    I moan. “No.”
    With his huge hands curled around my hips, he jabs into me over and over again, so deep and so hard.
    “Tell me why you were thinking about him when you’re in my bed,” Matteo says, jealousy and ire coloring his voice. “Is his cock bigger than mine? Is that it?”
    “I don’t think anyone’s bigger than you,” I breathe.
    He likes that. His eyes flare with pleasure as he grinds out a short, harsh, “good.”
    More thrusts, the broad head of his cock shoving into my deepest places. “Then what is it?” he asks. I can tell he’s still jealous, burning to know, and for some reason, the fact that he feels envious of my mental attention is strangely touching. He’s proved before that he’s not the casual playboy I’d pegged him to be, but still, I’m so unused to this kind of possessiveness and intensity, the kind that can’t bear the idea of any other man inside my head.
    I’m ashamed to admit to myself that I like it.
    But I do.
    It makes me feel wanted. It makes me feel claimed.
    “I was just thinking he’d be horrified if he could see me now,” I whisper to Matteo. It embarrasses me a little to talk about how Nate treated me. “He thought I was, um, deviant.”
    Matteo’s thick brows draw together and the powerful movements of his hips still. “Deviant?”
    I wet my lips, a gesture that makes Matteo’s dick jump inside of me. “Yeah. He thought I was messed up for wanting the things I did…you know, in bed. It’s one of the reasons he said he cheated on me.”
    I can’t read the expression on Matteo’s face after I say that, but I