Married to Mafia Boss novel Chapter 112

Alia POV

In the past, whenever Cain did this, my mother would give in and endure it. But this time, she didn’t. She continued to smile faintly, as if nothing could affect her anymore.

The less she reacted, the angrier Cain became.

He yanked her up roughly: “I’m taking you back to Montellano. If your precious daughter finds out, she’ll definitely come back.”

Meanwhile, Marco and I had just returned home.

I hung onto Marco’s arm, playfully blinking at him: “Mr. Vittorio, what did Mom talk to you about in private just now?”

Marco patted my head: “You want to know?”

“Of course I do!” I nodded vigorously, practically clinging to him.

Marco suddenly chuckled: “Guess.”

Guess?

How could this man say something like that? I had just thought he was a good husband, but now I’m taking that back. He’s not good at all.

I pouted, glaring at him with frustration in my eyes.

My lips were naturally pink and tender, and now, pursed like this, they seemed to be inviting him to take a

taste.

Lately, Marco’s favorite thing to do was to indulge my whims.

So, he cupped my face and leaned down to kiss me.

He sucked on my lips, playfully biting them.

After savoring my taste, he tried to pull away, but I clung to him, refusing to let go. I pressed my cheek against his chest and whispered, “Mr. Vittorio, Mrs. Vittorio wants to have little monkeys with you.”

Today, I felt incredibly happy. I had finally resolved the misunderstanding with my mom, and we had reconciled.

The man I had decided to spend my life with had come all the way back to be with me. I felt like I was immersed in a jar of honey–every move I made was sweet.

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“Alia- Marco seemed unable to believe what he had just heard, asking in shock, “What did you just say?”

“I want a baby,” I shouted, frustrated. “Are you willing or not?”

I had already said I wanted to have little monkeys with him, and he still didn’t get it. Did I really have to spell it out and say I wanted to make love with him for him to understand?

Seeing Marco’s stunned expression, I grew even more annoyed. Ignoring everything else, I pushed him down onto the living room sofa and kissed his cool, thin lips fiercely, biting down hard!

In the bedroom, the temperature between us rose steadily, the atmosphere thick with ambiguity.

Marco kissed my lips, our tongues entwining, while he began to undress me.

He kissed his way down from my chest, and I flinched, realizing what he intended to do. I pressed down on his head, my pupils trembling slightly, mist forming in my eyes: “What are you doing?”

Marco kissed my waist, his voice husky: “Making Mrs. Vittorio feel good, of course.”

I noticed that Marco had suddenly developed all sorts of new tricks in bed.

“Ah-

The most delicate part of me was gently invaded by his lips and tongue. I couldn’t help but tilt my face back, a moan escaping my red lips as I struggled to endure the sensation.

At that moment, his soft, wet tongue licked at my clit and lips, carefully teasing the tender, flushed flesh

before delving deeply into my core.

He even traced along the folds inside me with his tongue.

The unprecedented stimulation and shame made me moan continuously, my body involuntarily releasing love juices.

“No, Marco, it’s dirty…”

I couldn’t imagine that Marco, the big CEO, was beneath me, kissing my most intimate place.

My delicate lips opened and closed, panting uncontrollably.

At first, I still had some semblance of control, but Marco knew my sensitive spots too well. As his tongue probed deeper, my pale, delicate body trembled, my soaked core tightly clinging to his hot, soft tongue.

I couldn’t help but crave more.

Marco’s tongue reached the deepest part of me, still licking at a leisurely pace. His sharp nose pressed against my clit, his tongue relentlessly stimulating my most sensitive spot.

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Marco, 1 can’t take it anymore…

My fingers threaded through his hair, pressing down on his head.

The overwhelming pleasure made my eyes misty, tears spilling over.

But the man had no intention of letting me go. He sucked hard on the tender flesh a few times, and as he pulled back, he deliberately grazed my clit with his teeth.

Marco propped himself up, his large hands cupping my pale breasts, his fingertips brushing heavily over my nipples, forcing the tender pink tips to harden.

With both sensitive spots being intensely stimulated, I screamed, my face flushed. The overwhelming pleasure and desire nearly drove me out of my mind.

“Ahhh, Marco, give it to me now…”

Not wanting to lose all dignity, I bit down on his shoulder.

Marco chuckled softly. Well, getting me to the point of moaning like this was already quite an achievement. His long fingers slid down my slightly sweaty back, tracing over my delicate waist, round hips, and down to the base of my toned thighs.

His gentle, water–like caresses seemed to coax me, making my heart tremble with every touch.

Marco’s fingers parted my folds, and without warning, the hard shaft at my entrance thrust in fiercely.

My tight core gripped his thick, hard length, the tender flesh inside eagerly sucking on his shaft.

I moaned hazily, my pale, slender hands roaming over his body, igniting fires everywhere.

Within moments, Marco’s eyes reddened with desire from my teasing.

Grabbing my pale hips, he began thrusting hard, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing.

His massive shaft buried itself completely inside me with every thrust.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning up to kiss his lips.

Marco pounded into me fiercely, each thrust hitting my deepest spot, shattering my voice into fragments.

He bit down on my nipple, his tongue flicking over the tip, teasing it with his teeth, while his other hand gripped my other breast, his fingers playing with it. His hips moved rhythmically, alternating between shallow and deep thrusts, grinding against my core.

Marco nibbled on my earlobe, teasing wickedly: “Why aren’t you moaning anymore?”

“Marco, ah- My face was flushed as I bit my lower lip. Before I could refuse, he thrust into me again,

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hitting my deepest spot with nearly every stroke.

1 don’t know how much time passed, but just when I felt like I was about to be swallowed by a storm, everything finally calmed down. The room was so quiet that our heartbeats and breaths became the only sounds, stirring the air.

I was already exhausted, collapsing completely, barely aware of how I even got back to the bed.

1 vaguely remembered Marco carrying me back to the room, and it seemed like his shaft was still thrusting even as he walked…

Thinking of that scene, my face, already flushed from the intense activity, turned even redder, like a ripe cherry ready to drip with juice.

“Alia-

Marco’s gravelly, husky voice sounded above me, sending another wave of enchantment through my heart.

“Marco, hold me tight!”

He obeyed, pulling me closer into his embrace. He nibbled on my round earlobe and blew a soft breath into my ear: “Mrs. Vittorio, if you want a baby, once isn’t enough. Let’s go again!”

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