Patrick: A Mafia Love Story by Kit Tunstall, R.E. Saxton Read Free Book Online Page A

her tight pussy clenched around him. He’d never felt anything so good in his life. “I could fucking die right now and be happy.”
    She let out a stifled laugh, and it turned to a moan as he withdrew before plunging back into her, careful to align the head of his cock with her g-spot so he was rubbing her as he moved in and out. “Please don’t. Stay with me.”
    There seemed to be more to her words than just a sexual invitation, but he refused to allow himself to read more into it. This was a terrible idea, perhaps the worst thing he’d ever done, but he couldn’t resist her. That didn’t mean he was going to do this anymore. One night only. That was what he promised himself as he thrust in and out of her, her hips matching his pace easily as her wet folds accepted all of him. They grunted together as they moved in concert, straining for release.
    He called out her name when his cocked twitched inside her a scant second before her sheath convulsed around him. They came almost simultaneously, and he groaned before calling her name again. Afterward, he remained lying atop her, unable to move. He must have surely died from ecstasy, and that explained why he couldn’t move.
    She didn’t seem to mind as she cuddled against him, wrapping her arms around him to hold him close. Within a few moments, her quiet snores sounded in his ear, and he told himself he should pull away from her to leave now, but she just felt too good. He melted into her embrace, and they slept, still joined as one.

Chapter Five
    He woke with regrets, as he had expected. Staring down at her innocent face, he knew he’d fucked up big time. He’d had no right to take her virginity, and he could have protected her from the stupid virgin auction some other way. Still, it had been an amazing night, and he couldn’t completely regret having made love to her. They were still joined, and he turned over to the side, carefully moving her away so he could disengage.
    Then he waited, staring down at her as he searched her features for a sign of response, while his brain was busy burning the memory indelibly into his brain. He would never again see her like this. He knew he had likely lost her completely after last night, so he was determined to remember everything about her.
    He lifted one of her dark-blonde curls, wrapping it around his finger before slowly untwining it as his gaze moved slowly across each quadrant of her face, committing every bit of detail to memory, including the three freckles at the left side of her nose. She was beautiful, and despite their night of debauchery, she still seemed so pure and innocent. Not untouched, but unspoiled. He owed it to her to keep it that way.
    Finally, Lauren’s eyelids fluttered before opening, and her gaze locked with his. The blissful haze of pleasure still burned in the blue orbs, and she reached for him with a soft sigh.
    He wanted nothing more than to roll against her and let her hand remain on his cheek, but he knew he couldn’t do that. Forcing himself to hide the reaction, he pushed away from her instead, rolling to sit on the edge of the bed, so there were still a few inches between them. “I’m sorry.”
    Her eyes widened the surprise. “Sorry? For what?”
    “Last night. I had no right, and I shouldn’t have done that.”
    She rolled her eyes, her exasperation clear. “I wanted you to do that, Patrick. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have sent you the email about my listing. I would have just done it behind your back if I’d had no interest in you, and if I’d really wanted to sell my virginity to some stranger for money.”
    His lips tightened, and he gave her a single nod. “Either way, it was the wrong thing to do. I’ve taken something from you that you can’t get back now, something that you should have saved for your husband or the man you love.”
    She tipped her head sideways to look at him, her eyes full of wisdom and a touch of compassion. “Don’t you get it?”
    He lifted his