DANGEROUS DEVOTION ( MAFIA ROMANCE).

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

LUCA

She thought she could get away with kissing me everywhere except my mouth.

I’d felt the feather-light touch of her lips on my forehead, my eyes, the bridge of my nose. Each kiss made my heart flutter like a little boy but I never wanted it to end. I’d kept still, pretending sleep, savoring the way she traced me like I was something more than the devil she feared.

But when she hesitated at my lips, hovering, uncertain—my patience snapped.

My eyes opened, and before she could retreat, I caught her mouth with mine.

She gasped, her soft lips parting under the demand of mine, and I deepened the kiss, dragging her against me until I felt every inch of her warmth. My hand locked at the back of her neck, keeping her where I wanted her—on me.

She shifted with a nervous sound, and the move pressed her thighs tighter against me. My body reacted instantly, hard and ready, my arousal straining against her.

Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she tried to pull back. “L-Luca,” she stammered, breathless.

I didn’t let her. I rolled us easily, pulling her astride me so she straddled my hips. The blanket fell away, and the heat of her pressed against my morning hunger. Her blush deepened, her hands hovering as if she didn’t know whether to push me away or hold on.

Her wide eyes dropped to where my c**k pressed against her through thin layers of fabric, and I smirked. “Feel that, dolcezza bambina? That’s what you do to me the second I open my eyes.”

Her lips parted, but instead of answering, she covered her mouth with one trembling hand.

“Morning breath,” she whispered, mortified.

A rough laugh escaped me. Dio, this woman. My hand closed over her wrist, dragging it away from her face. “I don’t care.”

And before she could protest, I sealed my mouth over hers again. This time there was no hesitation, no room for retreat. I tongue-kissed her, slow and deep, savoring the taste of her, swallowing the soft sound she made as I explored every corner of her mouth.

Her hand slid into my hair, clutching, tugging like she couldn’t help herself. The other gripped my shoulder, her nails biting in as if she needed to anchor herself.

I groaned into her mouth, my hands roaming greedily down her back, over her waist, finding her hips. I guided her, pressing her down harder against me until her body rubbed against my hardness.

She gasped against my lips, her hips shifting instinctively, grinding against me in hesitant circles.

“f**k,” I growled, my grip tightening. “Do you feel what you’re doing to me, dolcezza? You’re going to drive me insane.”

Her blush deepened, but she didn’t stop. If anything, she pressed closer, her movements more urgent, her breath ragged.

I broke the kiss only long enough to murmur against her lips, “Don’t hold back. Not with me.”

Her hips rolled again, and I knew in that moment—control was slipping. Whatever thin line we’d been balancing on had shattered. There was no more pretending. No more restraint.

Because Iris Rodriguez was mine.

And I wasn’t letting her go.

Her hips rolled again, grinding down against me, and I swore under my breath, my hands gripping her tighter. Every ounce of control I’d built my life on—gone. She was unraveling me with every desperate press of her body.

I kissed her harder, devouring her, my tongue tangling with hers as I dragged her closer. She whimpered into my mouth, the sound making me even harder, my body aching with the need to claim her completely.

“Luca…” she breathed when I tore my lips from hers to trail hot kisses down her throat. Her head tilted back, giving me more. I bit lightly at the soft skin, soothed it with my tongue, then moved lower, over her collarbone, tasting her like she was the sweetest sin.

Her hands were everywhere—clutching my shoulders, threading into my hair, skimming down my chest. When her fingers brushed the lines of my tattoos, I shuddered. No one touched me like this. No one dared. But she did, and it undid me.

I slid my hand beneath the hem of her shirt, pushing it up inch by inch until her bare skin met my palms. She gasped, shivering at my touch.

“Beautiful,” I murmured against her skin, my voice low and rough. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this… how long I’ve wanted you.”

Her blush deepened, but she didn’t stop me. Instead, she lifted her arms, letting me strip the shirt away. My gaze devoured her, and I groaned, pulling her back into a bruising kiss as my hands explored her curves with reverence and hunger alike.

I flipped us easily, pinning her beneath me, her hair splayed across the pillow like a halo. She looked up at me with wide eyes, half-terrified, half-burning with the same need that was consuming me.I pressed a kiss on her n****e and she shivered I devoured her boobs like my last meal then I peppered kisses all over her body. I inserted a finger in her p***y while my mouth is still latched on her n*****s.

You are dripping for me baby,she whimpered and I smiled.I added another finger to stretch her out.

“You can still tell me to stop,” I rasped, my forehead pressed to hers. “Say the word, dolcezza bambina, and I’ll stop.

Her lips trembled, and then—quiet but sure—she whispered, “Don’t stop.

That was all it took.

I kissed her again, deeper, harder, my body pressing her into the mattress. My hands roamed lower, tugging away the last barrier of clothing between us until nothing separated her warmth from mine.Her eyes widened;Is it going to fit she whispered,,I almost laughed out loud,,it will I promise.

The first feel of her bare p***y against my c**k nearly undid me. I groaned into her mouth, every muscle straining with the effort to hold back.

“Dio, Iris,” I growled, sliding a hand down to guide her hips. “You’re going to ruin me.”

She whimpered, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer, begging without words.

I positioned myself slowly, deliberately, giving her one last chance to change her mind. But when her eyes met mine—shining with trust and need—I knew.

She was mine.

I thrust into her in one smooth, claiming stroke. She gasped, her nails digging into my back, her body arching beneath me.

“Luca!” she cried, half pain, half pleasure.

I kissed her through it, my hand tangled in her hair, whispering against her lips in rough Italian. “Brava, dolcezza… so brave… you’re mine now. Only mine.”

I moved inside her slowly at first, giving her time, kissing away every sound of hesitation. But when her hips lifted to meet mine, when her soft cries turned to desperate moans, my control shattered.

I drove into her harder, deeper, each thrust claiming her, marking her. Her body clung to mine, her nails raked my skin, her moans filled the room until nothing else existed but us.

I kissed her again, tongue and teeth, swallowing her sounds, making her feel everything I couldn’t say out loud.

And when she broke apart beneath me, trembling and crying out my name, I followed with a growl, burying myself deep, holding her as if she was the only thing tethering me to this world.

We lay there, tangled in sweat and sheets, her cheek against my chest, my arms locking her to me.

Mine.

Finally, completely, irrevocably mine.

Her body was fire under me, every gasp and whimper making me harder, hungrier, more desperate to make her mine in ways she’d never forget.

But one position wasn’t enough. Not for what I felt. Not for what I needed.

I rolled, pulling her astride me again, gripping her hips and guiding her until she rode me, her head thrown back, her hair a wild halo. Her nails dug into my chest, her cries echoing in the room.

“Luca—” she moaned, broken, trembling, her body clenching around me.

“Say it louder,” I growled, driving up into her. “Say my name, dolcezza. Let the whole world know who owns you.”

“Luca!” she cried, over and over, her voice shattering as I moved her faster, harder, until she sobbed from the pleasure.

I flipped her again, bending her forward on her hands and knees, pulling her back against me. The sight of her like that—beautiful, trembling, mine—nearly undid me. My hand pressed to the small of her back, holding her down as I drove into her with every ounce of hunger I’d held back for months.

Her screams filled the room, my name spilling from her lips like a prayer and a curse all at once. I leaned over, my mouth at her ear, my voice a growl of possession.

“You’re mine, Iris. Forever. Don’t you dare forget it.”

Her body shook, breaking apart under me again, and I followed with a groan, burying myself deep and emptying myself inside her as the world fractured around us.

When it was over, I dragged her against me, her body limp, her breaths shallow, her skin damp with sweat. I kissed her hair, her temple, her shoulder—soft where my passion had been brutal.

She whispered my name one last time, faint, dazed.

And then, as if the world had exhausted itself with us, we both slipped back into sleep.

Wrapped in sheets. Wrapped in heat. Wrapped in something I’d never admit aloud but knew in my bones.

She was mine.