Conquered by the Mafia Boss

“Tell me what I have to do. I’ll do anything you want. Just don’t-please don’t-”

The vein on her forehead looks as if it’s going to blow, and then the smallest tear squeezes from her eye.

And I’m done.

Be good to her, Tony.

My mother’s voice snarls in my head and I wrap my arms around Elena’s body, unable to stomach the look of destruction on her face.

What if I don’t want to be good? I never gave a shit about being the good guy. Why should I now? Because she’s a great piece of ass?

“I’ll ask someone else,” she says finally.

“No.”

It bursts out of me immediately like a visceral reaction. Suddenly blood churns in my head as I think about her fucking some other made guy. No fucking way.

Fuck, I’m stuck with this chick. I couldn’t live with myself if I pawned her off to someone else. I’m not attached, but I want to possess her. She’s my prize, and I like having access to her pussy 24/7.

“I need more.”

She blinks. “I have more money.”Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“I don’t give a shit about your money.” My hand curls underneath her jaw and a smile spreads across my face as I think about all the things I could get her to do for me.

I thought I was being the good guy for helping her out, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. Meeting my mother taught me that. It’s time to stop giving a fuck about being the good guy. Let’s face it, I’m an asshole. Always will be.

“You need to be mine-completely mine.”

She hiccups. “Well, we are getting married.”

I grope her tight ass and my cock stiffens in my slacks. “Yeah, but it’s not a real marriage. You don’t really belong to me, and that’s what’s bothering me.”

Her eyes widen as she looks at me. “What are you saying? You want to-you want it to be real?”

“No. I just don’t want your fucking money.”

“I-I don’t get understand.”

“It’s simple.” I take her beautiful face in my hands and my thumb runs along her bottom lip. “You want my help? Fine. I’ll take you as payment.”

Her mouth opens and my brain lurches, suddenly frozen. I want to kiss her. I want to fuck those perfect lips.

“What does that mean?”

“It means that you’re mine. Your body in exchange for being your husband.” I love the way her cheeks fill with color. For some reason, it turns me on to think that the sexy minx I brought home might actually be shy.

Because breaking her in would be so goddamn fun.

“I hate the idea of being on loan for you.”

She makes a face. “Jesus. Is that what this is about? The fucking money? I thought you were a businessman. Who the hell cares how you make your money? It can’t be any worse than what you’ve already done.”

A surge of anger fills my chest, hot and disturbing. In the beginning, I thought it was smart. Hell, fifty grand to fuck some chick for a few months? Why not? I couldn’t see past my own dick, and I’ve already invested too much in this. Tommy knows about the money, which means there’s a risk that Johnny will find out.

And he can’t find out.

There’s also the fact that the moment I take her money, I become her employee. I’m hers, when it should be the other way around.

I can’t live like that.

“I don’t care about right and wrong. I’ve just changed my mind.”

Her eyes harden like dark gems. “Tell me why you want me to do this.”

“It’s the only way this will work. I need to be in control of you, sweetheart. If I don’t feel like I’m in control, I won’t be able to keep my dick in my pants. If I don’t do that, then everyone will know this is a complete sham.”

Elena nods and grits her teeth, looking pissed off. “What do you want?”

“There are things I’ve never tried with a girl that I’d love to try on you.”

“L-like what?”

Oh, like fucking you in front of a crowd of men.

“Things that might make you embarrassed.”

I sweep her hair over her neck as redness pricks across her cheeks. I think about Tommy’s bar, about the thrill I used to feel getting some random chick to scream my name. It pales in comparison to the thrill of what I could do with Elena.

I’m an asshole for doing this.

It’s time to embrace it.

ELENA

The sterling-silver metal egg rests in the palm of my hand, the coolness pleasant. I gaze into the mirror, and he stands behind me, his grinning face amused by my horror. “In your pussy, yes.”

He’s lost his goddamn mind.

Tony wraps an arm around my bare midriff, planting a kiss on my neck that makes my core heat up. “It’s remote controlled and there are various settings.”

His other arm snakes around my waist with the tiny remote. There’s a clicking noise and then the egg in my hand vibrates violently. His thumb rolls over the wheel and the shaking increases in intensity.

“Shit.”