Her Mafia Obsession

CHAPTER 9: SURRENDER

Salvatore laid her down as if she were something sacred—fragile and precious, despite the chaos around them. But the look in his eyes burned with possession, hunger, and something even more dangerous: devotion.

Mia lay back, breathless, her pulse thrumming as his hands slid up her thighs, slow and deliberate, as though memorizing every inch of her. He didn’t rush. He watched her with predatory patience, like he wanted to make her unravel cell by cell.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured against her knee, his lips grazing her skin.

“I’m not afraid of you,” she whispered, voice thick with need.

“I know.” His eyes met hers. “That’s why you terrify me.”

Then his mouth descended.

Heat flared through her like wildfire as his lips found the soft inside of her thigh, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses. Mia’s hands gripped the sheets, breath catching, body arching as he moved closer—devouring her without mercy, without shame.

He took his time, tormenting her with pleasure so intense it blurred the world around her. It wasn’t just s*x. It was power. Worship. A silent war where she was both the battlefield and the victory.

She cried out his name, once, twice, her voice raw with desperation.

And he didn’t stop—until she shattered.

When she finally came down, body trembling and soaked in bliss, Salvatore climbed up beside her. He looked at her like she was a ruin he’d built with his own hands. And he wasn’t done yet.

“You taste like desire,” he rasped against her neck, pressing a kiss there.

“And I haven’t even gotten started.”

Mia barely had time to catch her breath before his mouth was on her again—this time trailing down her collarbone, across the curve of her breast, until he latched on with a dark, possessive hunger that made her moan his name again.

He sucked gently at first, teasing her with the flick of his tongue, drawing circles around the hardened peak before closing his mouth over it completely. Her back arched into him as his other hand gripped her hip, grounding her while he tasted every inch like she was the only thing anchoring him to this world.

“Salvatore…” she gasped, her voice cracking with need.

He lifted his head just enough to look at her. “I want you wrecked. Mindless. Forgetting every rule you’ve ever made about us.”

And then he did exactly that—sucking, l*****g, worshipping her with lips and tongue and hands that knew exactly how to make her body sing. Her thighs tightened around him instinctively, and he chuckled low against her skin, a dark promise vibrating from his chest into her bones.

He moved lower again, this time with less patience and more purpose, dragging her down into that dizzying place where there were no lines left between right and wrong—only sensation, only surrender.

And she gave it to him. Every last piece.

Her body was still humming, boneless and breathless, when Salvatore finally pulled her into his arms. His chest rose and fell beneath her cheek, heartbeat steady and strong. Yet beneath the physical satisfaction, something unspoken simmered—thicker than l**t, heavier than desire.

Mia traced a slow line along his abdomen, the silence stretching between them like a tightrope.

“You make it hard to remember who I am when I’m with you,” she murmured, barely audible.

He turned his head toward her, brushing his lips against her hair. “And who are you without me?”

“A woman who doesn’t compromise.” Her fingers stilled. “A woman who’s supposed to be building a case against your empire. Not losing herself in your sheets.”

Salvatore’s arms tightened. “You’re not lost. You’re exactly where you want to be.”

“That’s the problem,” she whispered. Her voice cracked. “I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t want you.”

He sat up slowly, his hand reaching for her chin, tipping her face up so she couldn’t look away.

“Then don’t lie to yourself, Mia. If you’re going to walk away—fine. But don’t pretend this doesn’t mean something.”

A flicker of panic flashed in her eyes. “Meaning gets people killed in your world.”

He leaned in, forehead pressing to hers. “So does pretending you feel nothing.”

Tears stung at the corners of her eyes, but she blinked them away. She couldn’t cry—not here, not in front of him. But he saw it anyway. Saw the war in her. Saw the woman torn between duty and the man who made her body forget every boundary.

“I can’t fall for you,” she said, voice trembling.

“Because if I do, you’ll break me.”

His answer came like a vow.

“No, Mia. If you fall for me—I’ll burn the world to keep you safe.”

And in that moment, she didn’t know what scared her more—his promise... or how much she already wanted to believe it.