Conquered by the Mafia Boss

Again.

And again.

And again.

I moan to the ceiling as he kisses my neck. His balls slap against my pussy as his body rocks with his thrusts. My back freezes against the cold glass, but I imagine the show we must be giving to anyone looking out the window, and it fills me with fire. My flesh stings as Tony takes one of my nipples in his mouth and bites down, pulling my waist to bury his cock inside me at the same time.

“Fucking gorgeous tits.”

He throbs inside me, slowly pulsing in and out as his tongue works magic on my tits. He takes my breast in his cavernous mouth and sucks hard, flicking his tongue over my nipple. It’s as though he’s rubbing my clit, and the ruthless pounding tightens the coils inside me like a spring. My moans cut off sharply with a jerk of his hips. Then he lifts his head with a manic grin on his face, and I know that every sound I make feeds his energy.

He kisses me and swallows my moans. I make several more desperate sounds and then he bites my lip hard and thrusts. The glass groans as I’m crushed against it. His body rubs against my clit and fireworks explode in my abdomen, my pussy clenches over him, and he sucks hard on my bottom lip. Then his cock makes a twitch inside me and his low voice groans in my mouth. Liquid warmth fills me as he makes one last, violent shove, and another.

Then, shaking, he lowers me to my feet. I tremble on my legs and sit down against the glass, feeling like a puddle of water. Tony sits down next to me and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me into his heated chest.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

It’s relaxing and comfortable, sitting here in his arms.

“So, do you think anyone saw us?”

A shaky laugh leaves my mouth as I glance at the street. “I don’t know.”

Now that it’s over, a stab of anxiety hits my heart. We both got a bit carried away in the heat of the moment.

“I wonder if he’s out there-watching.”

The thought sends goose bumps prickling my flesh. “I doubt it.”

“We’ll have to rectify that.”

My body shudders. “Tony, I don’t want to provoke him. You don’t either.”

“Oh, I do. It gets me off, Elena.” He strokes my hair. “Fucking you is playing with fire. If he had any inkling that we were messing around, I would get killed.”

I turn around in his arms and look at his strangely calm face. “Then why are you doing this?”

“Because I don’t care.”

He smirks, but I don’t feel any of the warmth. It’s like being doused in ice water.

I really did make a deal with the devil.

TONY

The cold liquid burns a line of fire down my throat. It’s raw. It hurts. It used to be that the pain was enough to drown out the gnawing ache in my chest. After years and years of fucking people up, and disposing bodies, the pain vanished. Just like everything else.

I slam down shots because I want to put on an act. I want to look like a man at the end of his rope.

Tommy’s bar is the perfect place to do this. There are wise guys everywhere, and news will spread fast.

I’m already attracting looks from the other guys for keeping to myself and not saying a damn word to anyone. My eyes stare straight ahead into the blackboard list of beers on tap, ignoring Genevieve, who whispers something into Tommy’s ear. I feel his stare, even if I can’t really see it.

Tommy’s not buying my act, but Francois and Johnny openly gawk at me from across the bar, giving me odd looks.

“Qu’est-ce qui se passe avec lui?” What’s wrong with him?

My captain, Francois, shrugs. I make a show of burying my face in my hands and rubbing my head. My shoulders slump and I bury my fingers in my hair, fighting to keep the laughter shaking in my chest inside me.

“I’ll go ask,” I hear him say.

I try not to smile as I hear his footsteps growing louder, and then a heavy hand drops on my shoulders and shakes me roughly.

“Tony, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I don’t want to fucking talk about it.”

I can almost see the surprise on his lined face. Nothing really ever gets me down, and seeing me like this must be unnerving.

Hopefully I’m not overdoing it.

“Jesus. What happened?”

Slowly I raise my head from my hands and look into his concerned face. “I got a girl pregnant.”

The words explode in the middle of the bar, and they pretend to have not heard what I just said even though everyone’s standing unnaturally still. There’s no excitement. No cheers. They all know it’s my worst nightmare. Men freeze with glasses in their hands as they stare at me with expressions of amusement and pity.

“Congratulations!” Francois pounds my back, laughter trembling in his voice.

I send him a heated look. “I don’t fucking see what there is to celebrate. My life is basically over and I barely know this broad.”

“Don’t be such an asshole,” Johnny snaps. “A child is a gift from God-a fuckin’ gift. You better do right by this girl, Tony. I’m serious.”

I straighten myself and peer into the depths of my glass. “Yeah, yeah. I guess we have to get married. Fuck.”

The bar explodes into cheers, and Francois flings an arm around my neck. “I can’t fucking believe this. You’re getting married? Holy shit-”

Johnny gives me an approving nod. “It’s the right thing to do.”

“Yeah, well-that doesn’t mean I’m going to fucking change for her.”

The young boss beams at me, and he bumps his glass against my empty one. “Salute, Tony. I’m happy for you.”

“That makes one of us.”

My stomach clenches as he wraps an arm around my shoulders and gives me a hug.

“I want to meet this girl. We should have an engagement party this weekend.”

I look into Johnny’s smiling face. “You already know her. She’s Jack Vittorio’s daughter.”